The Key West Citizen Newspaper, August 18, 1952, Page 6

Page & THE KEY WEST CITIZEN BARNEY GOOGLE AND SNUFFY SMITH IT'S POIFECT 1 EXCEPT FOR ONE SEEN NOTHIN’ LIKE SE MOUNTAINS, SID-- WHATTA BACKDROP EOR A VACATION-- GNIFe SNIFI!) SMELL T AIRE 7 Monday, August 18, 1952 - 7 VISITED THEM-AN’ HE ! HAD A SHOVEL AND WHAT BUT US WAVE A FIGHTIN’ CHANCE , DINAH ... THANKS TO A BREAK 1 a NO HORSE PARLORS “AN! THEY BROUGHT HIM TO--THAT WAS ALL RIGHT = THEN SOMEONE GAVE PICK-IT REMINDED HIM A GLASS OF WATER-AN! HE COLLAPSED! You'Lt GO FOR JUSTEEN! SHE'S STRICTLY DATE- JUSTEEN, BAIT! — S.B.C./— SHORT, BLONDE DARLING ©” Buss sti, AY By Roy Gotto Chapter 12 HE, een to take pleasure in her surpri and was silent for a few moments. ‘Then he went on: “What makes it bad is that Black Jack thinks it was your father who hired that Montana gent to clean him and his men out of the country, and swore think You got anything to. worry ou wot ‘about. King can take care of He always has.” “Yes,” Belle Ramson agreed musingly, “he always has. It’s strange how you blind yourself to something when vers love some- body very much. I heard many whispers about ae sone were unsavory. ve Bought the ath kind of cattle a few times, but I'll never be- lieve that he is most of the things people say.” Rundert and strode away toward ine tienend Belle Ram- son turned to Helen, who was still a silent spectator. The older woman said softly: “Don’t let it worry you, darl- ing. Dad would never have your father buy the ranch only to lose it and the stock to rustlers a cheap cutthroats like Cas+ we “I'm not worried,” Helen re- plied. “Good. Everythi: will turn out all right, eget Dad. But let’s not talk about it any more,” she smiled. “Let's take a nap while Orndorf is finishing with the cooking.” Montana rose from where he had been some distance away, listening, and picked up his war- bag. Out of deference for the two women, he moved away from the coach and soon was stretched out in the deep grass a hundred yards away, the bag serving as a pillow. Hs thoughts grew hazy and before he became aware: of it his eyes closed ‘dro and he dropped off to sleep. He lay on his back and the world was a pleasant relaxed place until the AP Newsfestures . first sharp note of a horse’s hoof striking rock came to his ears. It came “again, and. Montana, cursing himself for not having REAL ESTATE FOR SALE let | dert advised easily. “They arer come sexi eho. HELL'S HORSEMAN BY WILLIAM HOPSON remained on guard, rolled over with a start. He heard more of them, and the sounds were broken in upon-by a sharp command in Re Runderts voice, held to a low “Howdy, Black Jack. Howdy, boys,” the Road Runner the newcomers. “Had an idea you’d be showing up pretty soon. “We kept pretty well back,” Jack said, dismounting. low long ye been here?” “About an hour. Orndorf want- ed to get on to the water here before stopping. He’s got the grub cooked.” “Drunken scum, he iss,” cut in Dutch Saunders. sald, stetching laity and yawn: yawn- “If ye got anything to settle win big ke it go fer the time bein’. Right now we're set, caus Sherine where we want im. We're over the whole country — wi! something extra to boot.’ ‘“Vare is the vimmin?” deman- ded the Dutchman. “Keep yore shirt tail in,” Run- there asleep under the coach. didn’t wake ‘em up when Orn- dorf got the grub cooked. Wanted to wait for you boys.” “Forrest gashing in his chips was the best break we could have ” Rundert said, seerhing. for tobacco sack and i e, Ts. was allus a little afrai t after we made him pay off to get his daughter back and then rushed him outa the country, he wouldn't take it layin’ down. He was one of those gents who believe in law and order. I figgered he'd like as not blow in here some day with a U. S. marshal and a hundred men from Cheyenne. We can make our own law up here, but bucking the Federal government is —- else.” “I nefer intend that he should it way,” itch led Dut Saun- lers impatiently. “You talk, talk, | he,is, eh, Dui talk, like the fool, Ro, nein?” Bie deck penaige) aaties jac! and ran ipess thre he clea kant sR ral eg ie ee eg came shape. They’re ne roue basin at the gel sassy fat in E 12¢ per line for one day Tle per line for three days 10c per line for six days 9¢ per line for twelve days ‘Sc per line for twenty-four days Minimum of 3 lines no time. Where’s our friend, Mis- ter Two-Gun Hombre?” Rundert jerked his thumb over his piste yt a hang- ing aro’ ess. te a way lettin’ that Belle filly know we mean business, too. It'll cost Ram- son every cent he’s got to get her back, Have an idea where he’s at? “He’s supposed to be over in the back country looking up some of the hard-case riders who quit when he sold out to Forrest, But I doubt if he'll have much luck. Too many already found out they can make more stealing from him than workin’ for him, even at Sipe hee hee!” chortled Black Jack Caswell. “That's a good ‘un, that is. Hee hee hee!” “He figgers you'll make a play = for that herd and is trying to set. Thinks maybe if) it, you'll try to drive South and mebbe ship from Cheyenne or some other point, after the blot- lack Jack’s high-pite! the ‘figgers we after the herd, does he? Hell dam’ soon find out we ain't ¥ to drive it a single foot. We've got him where we want him and we'll just take over the ranch, As for the ‘g “As for the girls,” Rundert cut = masety, 7 peirgean ay in jis tone, “don’ i me 6 eee te about "Selon Fe ave? “Now that’s what I'd peta Se am x et lack ‘ack Caswel e months and months workin’ tor an Ramson bpp igeoesl — ink ye’re goin’ m ‘. Then dong Comes this Eastern fl and ye switch right over and Laeddag Pamon's ag see in the ure , Ro, me no end! Jest a regular heart-wrecker, “Ti talk, talk!” wled Dutehosan surlily, nis os Fi ing in the direction of the distant ae “Vy-ve don’t do some- low, now, take it easy,” Cas- well soothed him. (Te be contineed)