The Skyland post. [volume] (West Jefferson, N.C.) 193?-1988, 1939-09-28
BY JACKSON GREGORY

Blue-he is a terrible man, Bar
ry. Nobody knows it; everyone
thinks he's grand. But he is the
worst man in the world"
They chartered for half an hour
and didn't get said half the
things they wanted to say. Barry
rode back to see Timberline at
the creek, promising to return the
next day.
Arrived at the creek he found
Timberline's two companions.
''Look here, Timber" he said
soberly. "We're pardners. But l
don't know much about gold
mining as a pig knows about a
fiddle, and while you're a man
who ought to know it all, all you
do is jump around like grass
hopper in a hot skillet. Let's 60
get third pardner, some man
that knows about making a mine
pay"
"Shore," he said, Modified with
never another word from Barry
Shore, Shutdown. Don't I know
it? They's young squirt name OF
March, Ken March, son of oil
Big Moments March, an he
knows sassafras from gumbo any
how. He's a mimi engineer, born
O. mimi daddy an grandad, an
he's in town. I'll 60 git him."
Grease the trail and slide,'
said Barry.
Timberline slid.
Barry opened his roll, got out
his razor and went briskly to
work on the stubble on his face
He washed at the creek; he had
an extra shirt and put it on.
He stopped his horse near the
barn. A voice said, "Lookin' for
somebody, Stranger"
Barry didn't turn. He just said
crisply, ''Whose place is this?"
Judge Blues, O. course" said
the stable hand.
"There's a girl lives here" said
Barry. "Who is she?"
why, Miss Lucy, O counsel"
Judge at home?" asked Barry,
and was glad to receive a prompt
NO." in answer. So he asked
next: Miss, Lucy? She's here,
thought"
Yes, Miss Lucy was there. Bar
ry left his horse at the stable and
walked on to the house.
Then he heard a man speaking,
and Barry, stiffened to a dead
stop. The man in there was max
ing love to a pretty girl, and
sounded in dead earnest - and
there was not a doubt in Barry
HaveriPs mind that at last he
had come up with Cousin Jesse,
the long sought Laredo Kid.
Barry didn't even think of
stopping to knock at a closed
door. He simply threw it open
and burst in upon the two peo-
pie in the big living room.
The two sprang apart. Barry,
his eyes blazing, cried holly:
Got you, Laredo. YOU"
He broke short off, and the
hand that had slid down to his
gun rested there, fingers grip
ping but making no move to
draw the weapon. He stared at
the man facing him and fell into
utter confusion.
He had been so sure of Jesse
Conroy's voice-but was this
Cousin Jesse?
The girl, flushed and indignant,
broke the brief electrical silence,
what do you mean by this
sort of thing?" she demanded hot
ly. "What right have you to break
into our house like this?"
Barry said, looking not at her
at all, but steadily at her COM
panion:
"You are Jesse Conroy."
The other laughed in his face,
yet his eyes remained as watch
full as a hawks. Also his un-
gauntleted right hand, like Bar
RVS, was on his gun. He said
drawlingly:
"Just now you called me an
other name. Laredo Kid, wasn't
it? Suppose you make up your
mind"
"You are Jesse Conroy," sale
Barry. you're the Laredo Kid.
The girl looked from one to an
other, not knowing what to think
"You are the man" she be-
gan.