The Key West Citizen Newspaper, August 25, 1952, Page 6

Page 6 WHATTA YA READ, SNUFFY? L AIN'T SEEN A NEWSPAPER SINCE 1 GOT HERE GLAMOUR JOBS —WE DONT GET A TUMBLE.) THE KEY WEST CITIZEN TH HOOTIN' HOLLER GAZETTE OuT BUT ONCET.A YEAR, SID Monday, August 25, 1952 YE NEVER MET DON'T MISS MIZ PRITCHART, NOTHIN’, SID mai 3 , Cag ie ytvall By Tom Sims and B. Zaboly | CHANGED “THE J] WE SURE SANK OUR ALLOWANCES ON THESE BATHING SUITS.” WE'LL MAKE THE BOvVS’' EYES PoP LIKE age ee IF WE WANT ANY DATES oR MEN, WE'VE JUST GOT TO GO IN THIS BEAUTY CONTEST,’ On— YY, == x Su ante TN Chapter Eighteen the instinct of a mountain man Montana had oe on westward in a beeline for Buck- ner’s. Just at sundown ne pulled up and lay on a ridge looking down upon Buckner’s Crossing. Smoke was coming from the sprawled building and in the cor- ral were quite a number of horses. Montana lay there, restin; 4 his tired body and watching the house closely, _ Dusk fell, and then darkness came down and the stars were Cie oo cee lope, slip) in ees, ie pulled up pee was less the or ae : id presently th corrals now, ani ie bark of a dog broke out, It sub- sided into a low growl, which was repeated. The mastiff was uneasy. The door opened, a square of yellow on prion Sar Buckner's shotgun in hand, appeared, and ‘Montana’s breath sucked in a little hiss as he rec- ognized Ro Runde: Caswell, and Dutch Saunders over the fireplace. Montana moved closer to the corral. He was worried about the com: He couldn't go into the corral and get a*horse without the mas- tiff setting the ht’ athunder with its barking; and long before he could get free Buckner and the others would be boiling out of the house. And that wouldn’t do. He couldn’t afford to chance it. Over there four miles to the north was King Ramson’s ranch. If the man himself wasn’t there, then Austin and some of the riders were. Mon- tana remembered how Austin looked at Belle. The man would jive his all to square up with Ro undert and the others. As for the riders... The darkness hid Montana’s shrug. He was crouching there in the darkness, his mind wrestling with the problem of a horse out of the co: unseen and unheard, when the mastiff suddenly broke into baying, bawl- ing life and dashed past the corral straight for the water. It hit the creek with a splash, passing with- Black Jack | 5°R. in fifty feet of Montana, and fied} ‘kness.. out into the dar! The door flew open again and Buckner ap- once more. comin’,” the ck over hi der. “Three horses.” Black Jack appeste? beside him, followed by Rundert. firs! ote <srrersrensen it e: o! id the creek. Montana. saw trem enter the water single file, and lash across toward the back juaw= the|of the house. He crouched low, and something about the. second rider’s outline struck a familiar chord in his brain. ‘Carson,” he muttered. “With el. So | be’ riders sharply and a man’s voice came back in . “It’s Horton, from Smeller-A-Mi I got Car- The two stopped in front of the square of light and Montana saw Carson's fi It was bloody, his lips smashed. Ben’s hat was off and his gray hair was matted. He had been pistol whipped. Horton said in a nasal voice. “I found him playing watchdog this place here just at dark. ye don’t Le to see os t forgot about that little visit I paid ye down at Smeller-A-Mile when ye fet a@ mite rambunctious. with t shotgun. Stuck it plumb in my belly, remember?” And Black Jack Caswell heaas to chuckle. Carson did not deign to reply and the man Horton, under Buck- ner’s orders, freed the trader’s bound hands hand went up. Ben tried but the sudden blow caused F tana to wince. “Well, I am. We t two more visitors with us fonight. King Ramson’s gal and one from back. East. Nice-lookin’ fillies. So I reckon we'll just bed ye all down for the To- )| HELL'S HORSEMAN ig soma, OY WILLIAM HOPSON morrow we'll tend to a little busi- ness on hand.” Carson was shoved inside and the door closed. Buckner came out once more, got the tired horses, and started toward the corral. But Montana knew it.was no use making a move now. He could kill the trader and the dog and get a horse—and in doing so put Black Jack Caswell on his guard. No, it had to be some other way. He waited until the man re- turned to the station; then he rose to his feet and melted into t up after peeping up Rbedeg » ae Tidges as though in apolo; I jea ugh a cut pe the cut, the ‘fat of a basin. Montana reme: what Forrest had said about wanting to see his cattle in front of his ranch, in the basin. He started through the then a man’s voice rang out, ? “I'm froze, Austin, and what are you di out here at this Se ees ant o’re you' “Edmonds.” “Holy cow!” ejaculated Austin's voice, and a man’s of the brush State Attorney General Vacations Here Citizen Staff Photo SHOWN RELAXING at a local restaurant Friday night, Attorney General Dick Ervin (right), hae spent the past weekend at the Atlantic Shore Motel in Key West on his first vacation in three years. With him are: Paul Miller, Judge Quinton Long, Bill Chatalos, Al Telise, Ben Ginshaft, Erie Hyde and Mrs. Paul Miller. * MINIATURE WIGWAGGERS signal “The Ramparts We Build” in semaphore code to delegates attending the Business and Professional Women’s Club's convention here last weekend. The little figures were some of the favors given to the representatives, and were part of the decorations at the banquet Saturday at which Rear Admira! Irving T. 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