The McDowell times. [volume] (Keystone, W. Va.) 1904-1941, 1941-05-23
CHAPTER I

This was the crisis-the climax Of
an that long war. Here they sat,
these men who had fought a common
enemy for so long: Dusty King, who.
win the hoofS of countless cattle.
mad carved many Great Plains
trall deep into the short grass; young
Bill Roper, who had begun follow
ing those trails with Dusty King be-
lore he was big enough to hold a
morse; and old Lew Gordon, Texas
man, whose wild marketlesS herds
mad been the roots of fortune.
Dusty King and Lew Gordon con-
stltuted KingGordon, the famous
partnership that had developed with
the great cattle trails; until now
their many brands marked far-scat-
tered herds beyond estimate. They
were here because of tomorrow's
auction of land leases. Under the
hammer would go the grazing rights
on the Crying Wolf Indian lands
those miles and miles of stirrup-
deep grass that King Gordon want
ed, and that Ben Thorpe had 10 have.
1t was curious that their long war
with Ben Thorpe should have met its
true climax here. The three in this
room understood that the outcome
would rest upon what the two older
men decided here. Possession of the
Crying Wolf meant dominance in
the north to King Gordon, or to Ben
Thorpe; there was no longer going
to be room for both.
"This is an old fight, Lew" Dusty
King said. 1T goes back as far as
that first time you backed me with a
little herd, TO see if l could make it
through to Abilene Don't hardly
seem like We bette draw back
now"
! Lew Gordon stirred, sway ing his
shoulders impcrceptibly, like a stub
born bear. Credits going to be
terrible hartg this coming year." he
said at last.
Dusty King seemed TO sprawl a
little more loosely; he was playing
poker in a way Of his own. Swag-
gering, easy-going, spendthrift-he
still was q man who believed in
vincibly in himself.
81 passed Ben Thorpe in the road,
today" he said. "He was looking
mighty prosperous. / bet he weighs
two hundred and twenty-five pounds
now, with his stomach pulled in"
Ellis backing is terrible strong"
Lew Gordon said, his eyes on the
floor.
No one knew better than Lew Cor
den that Dusty King, in taclling the
hundred times shown the way for
the rest. But Gordon remembered
too the poverty of the cattle-poor
days before any outlet was found for
Texas beef. To risk all they had
won, in a single slashing stroke at
an old enemy, was almost more than
Gordon could bear.
''You know why Ben Thorpes
strong" Dusty King said. And you
know how he got his start. We know
why it is that so many Texas out
fits stand in Ben Thorpe's name;
and how many different ways he's
found to jump down on little lonely
Texan cowmen and leave them
broke or dead. And we know what's
happened to many little outfit that
started north, but never brought
their cattle through, nor got home"
Every year." Dusty King said
"since we began driving up the big
trails, we've locked horns in one
way or another with this one gang.
I'm not forgetting who started the
Red Crick stampede where Dave
and Bob Henry died under piled up
cattle; nor the Tularosa shootings,
with fur more of my boys dead.
Their .omo good cowboys under
the r.. &, Lev"
Gt.GJn sid almost inaudibly,
"Ncvcr could prove anything."
"H;s herds have grown faster than
ours have grown" Dusty Kings OK
prcssipnlcss voice droncd on. Hes
as big as we are; he'll be bigger
soon. From the Big Bend to the
Tctons, he owns more outfits than
he knows the names of. He's never
run an honest deal where he could