Hungry Horse news and Columbian. [volume] (Columbia Falls, Mont.) 1946-1948, 1948-01-16
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in large numbers to invade the rusuers
areas and kill them. Terry op1ects U
the plan. Ellen Carey, daughter OF th'
postmaster, is intrigued by Jen bian'
who with Jack TurIey, another rusuer
are most outspoken against Terry.
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care you quite through" the
ranch manager asked colby.
Mot yet. I'm mentioning no" tha'
we'll take hand in this game. TWo
can play it as well as one. FROM
now on there's an open season on
Diamond Reverse B men ana on
those of the other big outfits. we Ii
be trying for the bosses, but when
we don't find them handy a PLAN
lunkhead waddy will do. The brake S
done bust. We're off, and hell and
high water can't stop u.s."
81 wouldn't talk that way II l
were you, Brand" Terry advised
quietly.
I'm talking. You're listening.
This is a message to you and to all
the other damned rascals you re
sleeping in a bed with. I'm max
ing war talk. Understand"
Calhoun Terry understood perfect
ly. The rustler was offering MIN
chance to draw if he wished.
Terry shook his head mo dice,
Brand. 1 don't know who killed
these men, and I'm not going to
make myself responsible for 1t.
won't let you hang it on me by
forcing it as an issue. You can't
put me in the wrong that way.
The cowboy jeered at him. what
do you wear that gun beside you
for, Terry? Or don't you draw it I'M
less a man has his back to you?"
They were close to the porch. Ter
ry knew the other two men could
hear every word Brand had said. He
felt turnultuous boiling up OF the
blood, the recklessness ready to
break out in him explosively.
Lane Carey came out on the
porch, a big weather-beaten West
erner who had fought his way
the rough and tumble of
life.
Don't be a fool, jeff" he said,
no excitement in his even voice.
Cant you see that Mr.. Terry
doesn't want to fight unless you goad
him to a showdown"
81 see he doesn't want to fight
whether I goad him or not" Brand
Terry said coldly: Il choose my
own causes for a fight, and won't
De Unanswered into defending as
sassins. But I'm not overly patient
when DULLES try to run over me-"
jeff isn't a bully, Mr. Terry"
he postmaster explained placidly.
He's some excited, and kinda went
,ff half-cocked. We can't rightly
blame him for that, after his friends
lave been drygulched. But since
'ou're no party to these killings
lothing he has said applies to YOU"
"You make it quite clear, Mr.. Car
y. that he couldn't possibly have
meant me-" Terry said, with thin,
ronic smile.
That's right, isn't it, jeff" Car
y persisted, his quiet urgency
Rowling the cowboy toward some
of his attack. "Since Mr..
'erry isn't the guilty party, you
ould not have meant him."
jeff grudgingly gave ground.
What I said goes for the murder
rs, whoever they are"
Terry followed the other passen-
ers into the stage.
Turley laughed unpleasantly. 'Mr.
'erry certainly took meek the worst
ussin' out I ever heard"
Headed for the post-office, Carey
topped in his stride.
Don't make a mistake about Cal
oun Terry, boys. He's game as
1ey come. He was giving jeff
traight goods. Unless Cal Terry has
hanged lot from the young fellow
used to know, he isn't hiring any,
ody to rub out his enemies. If it's
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