The Key West Citizen Newspaper, August 29, 1952, Page 8

Page & THE KEY WEST CITIZEN Friday, August 29, 1958 ge “KEEP YORE TomFoot| | LI ALO MIRETERE RY: ZIG \ " JES CHOPPIN CITY NOTIONS TO THAT'S NO WORK FOR WOOD-~WHY ? A WOMAN, MRS. SMITH! ap HERE --LET ME DO IT : DOING WITH THAT AX IN YOUR HANDS ? * LIZZIE MAHONE DECIDED TO ELOPE HER FATHER HELO BUT THE GROOM YIN THE OLD DAYS ALL HOTEL GUESTS USED TO SIT IN THE GUTTER AND WATCH THE PASSING PARADE- YORESE’F!! “ON SUNDAY IT TOOK ALL OF THE O'MANAHAN FAMILY TO. GET A SHIRT ON THEIR DAD~ - TO GET A COLLAR ON HIM WAS IMPOSSIBLE J! # Chapter 22 “TF IT wasn’t for Carson, I'd say wait. Two gets you one that by mid-morning tomorrow Black Jack 6r Buckner or Rundert will be in here to talk business. But I owe. Ben Carson a lot. If it hadn't been for Ben I wouldn't be here. tonight. I’ve got to go down there and make a try. see how many riders you can round.” Austin rose to his feet and went out. Montana looked at the older man. Strange, he thought, but we're almost a family; Jim Thorn- ton, Belle, and myself. Yet the woman. who should be my sister knows me only as a gun fighter of Ro Rundert’s stripe and creed. We're scattered, like three limbs stemming from the same trunk and all growing in different di- rections, ‘ “You haven't said what you are pits to do,” he said to Jim ornton. Thornton roused himself as though from lethargy. “I don’t _ know. ..son,” he said dully. “I’m thinking only of Belle—that she knows the truth about me, That’s what hurts. Nothing else seems to matter at the moment. Just sit tight, I guess, until I hear from them. I don’t know what else to do.” “They say you're fast with a gun,” the younger man said. His eyes were on a ‘fancy, polished bow and a quiver of arrows hang- ing on the wall beside the win- dow. “You ean still fight.” The other shook his head. He laughed, and it was a harsh, self- condemning laugh. “Fight?” Jim Thornton said. “I can't hit the barn with a six-shooter. I never could. I built up that legend— with my fists—because the riders under me needed it. That’s why I hired Rundert . . . as a cover “Three of the boys quit cold, | when I put it on the line. Seems - strung they've been hearing reports} ders about some of your latest deals, King. Said you could send their money into the junction. They’re Pulling stakes tonight.” ~ “And the others?” Montana asked. “How many?” “Four left. But they won't fight. They're cowhands and nothing else—older fellows who haven't packed a gun in years and don’t intend to start in now.” “Then ,.. it’s just. the three of us?” Montana said slowly. Austin nodded: “Just the three of us.” And he looked at the older man who was. his Montana talked on for seyeral minutes and the other two ten listened. Austin’s face ‘tightened and he got up out of his chair. “I don’t like it, Montana,” he grunted. “That's the way it’s got.to be,” was the reply. He went to the wall, ‘to- the long, unstrung bow and quiver of arrows. As part of his convales- cence, up Jorgensen’s hidden val- ley below Horse Thiet Peak, he had fashioned crude bows end stalked through the trails made Y bigseced ig re le had been pretty good and for that he was thankful. The practice might come im handy. Buckner’s walls might be thick but they wouldn’t stand ap against fire arrows. While Leota fetched the things he asked for, he strung the bow, and gave it a preliminary *pull. About forty pounds, he guessed. The three men saddled and loped southward toward the cut jand_ Buckner’s i four | miles away. Bes DIDN’T take long to cover that four miles, astride fresh horses, and. the hour~ was still short of midnight when_ finally He s the quiver and new« w over his: shoul- and waded into the water, carrying his Winchester. Across from him the creek rose three feet to ground level. It was this same that led through a rene of Buckner’s corral, ittle more'than a quarter mile away. Montana crouched below it and began working his way down. Presently the loomed up not far away. There was enough light for Montana to see the dark form of the mastiff as it trotted into view i He SEB the three men pulled 8 mile | | north of the Crossing. Montana swung down and removed his|onds .it pai | boots, pene Fai a pair = Sond tana’s ice, ad “Td go after her if I had to use | casins he'd got from the gir! jaws white with long that ‘Assiniboine bow and arrow] “You wait here,” he. said to| feathered end of the a outfit hanging there on the wall.” | Austin and a silent'Jim Thornton. | ing straight out in fr Austin soon came back. His| “The three of us wouldn't have | throat. eae body easygoing face was creased by new | a chance. One of us might. If you | upon the and i furrows. “I got bad news for us|hear shooting, don’t come in. | Peach out a hand ali, I reckon,” he announced. 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