The Sanger Courier (Sanger, Tex.), Vol. 42, No. 41, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 17, 1941 Page: 3 of 8
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For hours Calhoun Terry had been
riding across territory ranged by
stock of the Bartlett Land & Cattle
Corrtpany.
Ellison was at home.
His host got out a bottle and
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waved it aside with a gesture al-
most impatient.
“I’ve brought a message for you
from Jeff Brand,*’ Calhoun said.
“From Jeff Brand? What is that
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the ancierit an of pinning the tail
making this country an awful place
to live in?"
If he was moved by her indignant
appeal his immobile face gave no
evidence of it.
„ “I think the trouble will go on, in
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“He is serving notice that he and
his friends are going to make 're-
prisals for the rustlels who have
been murdered." Terry’s gaze rest-
ed steadily on the No, By Joe man-
ager. “They are going after the
bosses, but if they can’t get them,
riders for the big oUtflts will have to
do.”
•’The nerve of him!" Ellison cried.
“It shows what this country has
come to when a. known outlaw can
send such an impudent message to
honest men."
“We didn’t need that to show us,'*
Terry answered bluntly. “To hava
three men shot down from ambush
in two weeks is evidence enough.*!
Terry stopped, searching the oth-
er’s gray countenance. “When out-
fits throw in together to play the
same hand, Clint, it ought to be
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THE STORY SO FAR: Buck Hart,
the sheriff'* brother, Jim TeUow, and
Pete ToUtnan, alleged rustlers, had been
“drysulcbed”—shot In the back. Lee
Hart Is believed to have tried a shot
from the back at Cal Terry in retails-
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“The big ranches cl^frn they can’t
keep going unless the stealing of
stock is stopped. There is a lot of
rustling, isn’t there?” Ellen asked.
/ “Yes.” He added cynically: “Why
make any bones about it?”
“So that the Diamond Reverse B
and the other big outfits really ^re
fighting for their lives, in a way of
speaking.”
“They are fighting for dividends
to pay to absentee owners, most of
them. Who ought to own this coun-
try—rich men in Edinburgh and
New York, or settlers right here on
the ground?”
He looked ht her, eyes hard and
bleak. “We have guns loo. I reck-
on this war won’t be all one-sided.
Wfc’ir find out who this guy is with
the Winchester. ’One thing is sure.
He’s mighty familiar with the hab-
its of the men he killed. How did
_ he know where Pete would be stay-
ing last night?”
Ellen and her father left while
dance was still in full swing.
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Ellen was finding it difficult to
draw sharp lines between good- and
bad. Jeff Brand was an example.
Her interest in him was growing,
and with it a reluctance to condemn
him utterly. No doubt he was a
thief, but she guessed he stole not
for profit so much as for the thrill.
And there was Calhoun Terry.
Most of those living near Black
Butte would call him traitor because
he* had changed sides. Bpt was that
judgment final?
Right and wrong existed, of
course, yet there was a borderland
of conflict where the differences ran
.thin. Ellen brought the more im-
personal aspect of the difficulty to
her father. The time was after sup-
per when he was reading one of Hor-
ace Garvey's editorials in the Ga-,
zette.
“Garvey takes a strong line about
these assassinations," he said. “He
sure enough hits out jight from the
shoulder. Just what he should do,
too. Tells the big ranches they can’t
sow the wind without reaping the
whirlwind.” s. . <
Ellen was silent for a minute. A
frown puckered her forehedd. “Isn’t
dittle‘fir>toppe<5,*^heisalcr. •'
( "You favor murder?” she cried.
\"Did I say so?” he countered.
^“You said—’* She cut off her own
sentence. “It doesn't matter what
you said. Your friends are hiring
murder done: Can you deny it?”
Terry had not at first believed this.
Bat doubts of his associates had
seeped into his thinking.
The Diamond Reverse B manager
replied to her question with another.
•‘Can you prove jt'N’
“Of course I can’t." Stormy-eyed,
she pressed the attack. “But you
know it’s true. I don't know what
part you have in it, but your friends
are trying to stop theft by murder.”
“I don’t know any more about it
than you do," he answered, anger
and obstinacy in his steel-blue eyes.
“If you want this trouble stopped,
go to your father and his friends. Get
them to persuade the rustlers to
move out. What do you expect? Do
you think we'11 Jet these scoundrels
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“Of course,” he replied. “Here?
Her father came into the building. ’This is a messag^
“At the house—if you don't mind."
To Lane Carey she said: “Will you
take care of the mail a little while,
please?”
Carey glanced at heA at Terry,
and back at his daughter. “Why.
yes,” he agreed. He did not know
what was back of this, and he did
not quite like it.
,__Ellen spoke _to Brand, including
Turley in a general bow to a couple
of others present.
Ellen stopped with Terry in front
of the porch, coming swiftly to what
was in her rhind.
“Isn't there any way, Mr. Terry,
of stopping all this killing that is
being done?” she asked. “Does it
have to go on, building up hate.
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who with Jack Turley, another rustler,
are most outspoken against Terry.
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ranch manager asked coldlyj
"Not yet. I’m mentioning now that
we’ll take a hand in this game. Two
can play it as well as one. From [
now on there’s an open seasen on
Diamond Reverse B men and on !
those of the other big outfits. We’ll . .
- be trying for the bosses, but when ,
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you uiiiui we u let mese scuunureia . ..... . — ,,
steal wholesale from us and laugh in C_alh^?.’.
our faces when we take them to
court? We are going to protect our
property.” *
“By killing men from ambush?”
"No.” A dull flush of rage beat . , ..
into his face beneath the tan. “By»endin« me a message
hanging known thieves by the neck
to trees when we have enough evi-
dence. Is there, anything else you
would like to know. Miss Carey?"
She stood, very erect and proud.
“No, Mr. Terry. I know all I want
to know—about you.” Turning, she
walked into the house.
Calhoun Terry walked back to-
ward the stage. It . was in front of
the post-office. The horses were be-
ing brought out to hitch. He saw
Jeff Brand move forward to meet
him.
“Like a word with you, Mr. Ter-
ry," he said.
Terry said nothing. There is some-
times a force in silence more potent
than any speech.
But Jeff Brand had no jumpy
nerves.
‘‘You and yore crowd have been
cutting a lot of mustard. Rubbing
out our friends without giving tber..
a chance for their white alley. |Not
like rattlesnakes. They give warn-
ing. I always did claim there was
vermin lower than a sidewinder.
Now I’ve found them."
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holding thefbor here with a recitation.
INSTALLMENT SIX
tion. Terry Is manaser of the Diamond
Reverse B ranch. RusUerS and smaU
cattlemen resent his having sold his
own small ranch to get to the big fel-
lows. In Denver the big rancher* de-
cide to bring in Texas ex-peace offleers
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ranch foreman was eating dinner
at the restaurant, but after he had
finished ho strolled across to the
post-office to wait while the fresh
horses were being hitched.
He asked for his mail. Ellen made
a pretense of ipoklng, though both
of them knew this was not the office
to which his letters came.
She came back to the window. "No
mail for you, Mr. Terry . . . May I
see you a minute ... alone?”
He was surprised at her request,
but scarcely more than she was. For
it had been born of a sudden urgent
impulse.
‘ Of course,” he replied.
the postmaster explained placidly.
“He’s some excited, and kinds went
off half-cocked. We can't rightly
blame him for that, after his friends
have been drygulched. But since
you’re no party to these killings
nothing he has said applies to you.”
“You make it quite clear, Mr. Car-
ey, that he couldn’t 'possibly have
meant me." Terry said, with a thin,
ironic smile.
“That’s right, isn't (t, Jeff?” Car-
ey persisted, his quiet urgency
crowding the cowboy toward some
withdrawal of his attack, “gince Mr.
Terry isn’t^ the guilty party, you
could not have meant him.”
Jeff grudgingly gave ground,
or ■nothemJiptil stealing 1 -1 gai£j°Ss (or tee murder-
topne<ff.‘!Rhe?BaTdl’. W**M^^IR?.--IWh©eveF%K|fcAX-e.
Terry followed other passen-
geriflnto the stage.
Turley laughed unpleasantly. “Mr.
Terry certainly took meek the worst
cussin’ out I ever heard.”
Headed for the post-office, Carey
stopped in his stride.
‘'Don't make a mistake about Cal-
houn Terry, boys. He’s game as
they come. He was giving Jeff
straight goods. Unless Cal Terry has
changed a lot from the young fellow
I used to-know, he isn’t hiring any-
body to rUb out his enemies. If it's
to be done, he’ll do it in the open.’’
In large numbers to ^nvade the rustlers'
areas and kill them. Terry objerts to
the plan. ' Ellen Carey, daughter of the
postmaster. Is Intrigued by Jeff Brand ,
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sleeping in a bed iUith. I’m mak-
ing war talk. Understand?”
Calhoun Terry understood perfect-
ly;. The rustler was offering him j ’
chance to draw if he wished.
Terry shook his head. "No dice, •
Brand. I don't know who killed |
these men, and I’m not going to
make myself responsible for it. I
won't let you hang ft 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 un-
less a man has fciis back to you?”
They were^lose to the porch. Ter-
ry knew the other' two men could
hear every word Brand had said. He
felt a tumultuous boiling up of the
blood, the recklessness ready to (
break out in him explosively.
Lane Carey came out on the i -
porch, a big weather-beaten West- i j
e’rner who. had fought -bis way
through the rough and tumble of
frontier life.
"Don’t be a fool, Jeff," he said. |
no excitement in his even voice. I ;
“Can't you see that Mr. Terry : i.,
doesn’t want to fight unless you goad
him to a showdown?”
“I see he dqpsn’t want to fight
whether I goad him or not," Brand
answered.
Terry said coldly: "I choose my
own causes for a fight, and I won't
be maneuvered into defending as-
sassins. But I'm not overly patient
when bullies try to run over me.”
.“Jeff isn’t a bulliu-Mr.
we don’t find them handy a plain
lunkhead waddy will do. The brake's 1
done bust. We’’re off, and hell and-:-———■
high water can’t stop us.”
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NO ROOM FOR SABOTAGE
OF AMERICAN DEFENSE
ON» AND ONE-HALF MILLION
men in the armed forces of <the
natjon are working, at $21 a montfij*
with inadequate tools to prepar*
themselves for the job of defending
Amerioen liberties, the American
way of life.
Thousand* of other men are re-
fusing to work at wages of from $160
to better than $200 a month so the
$21 a month men may be provided
with the tools needed to defend our
liberties.
We do not want government op-
erated industry. It cannot be as ef-
ficient as when privately operated.
We do want, and demand, that pri-
vately operated industry be operat-
ed without excessive profits and the
government levies heavy excess
profits taxes to prevent any possi-
bility of war profits.
The government has drafted men
for the armed forces at a wage of
$21 a month. *It can. and may, draft
men to man the machines to pro-
duce the tools of war needed by the
armed forcet for- the protection of
American liberties. Strike? in any
plant in which defense equipment is
being produced should not, and will
not long be countenanced. It is
that kind of thing which caused the
downfall of' France. It is sabotag-
ing the American defense effort.
TO BE SURE, this present war is
terrible, but it does not sound «o
bad when we realize more Ameri-
cans were killed during the 18
months we were an active partici-
pant in the last war than the total
of English losses during two year*
of this conflict.
(Keleused py Western Newspaper Union.)
AS WE GO ABOUT
SAVING MAN HOURS
EVERY LOYAL AMERICAN will
approve of any method whith re-
sults in the saving of man hours so
badly needed in our national defenss
preparations, but—
^The press was given a graphic
story of production speed in connec-
tion with the recent launching of
the battleship South Dakota. , Ac-
cording to that story, before the
ship hit the water, the keel of a
new one was being laid on the
ways she had just left. So great was
the effort to save^jnan hours that
the workmen who had built the
South Dakota were not permitted to
stop work for a few minutes to see
the monster slide into the waters of
the Delaware river.
' All of that represented a, com-
mendable saving of a few man hours
when man hours are sadly needed,
in the great shipyards
San Francisco bay was
stopped, or seriously retarded by an
unwarranted strike called in viola-
tion of a labor contract by a com-
paratively small number of essen-
tial machinists. Oyer a period of
30 and more days, the time loss rep-
resented hundreds of thousands of
man hours, and nothing much was
done about it.
Yes, the conservation of man
hours at Camden was all to the
good, but that story of production
speed given to the press sounded a
bit like carefully planned propa-
ganda.
HONEST LABOR ENTITLED
TO FAIR SHARE
PRODUCTION values, the amount
for which manufactured commodi-
ties are sold, are divided between
labor, raw materials, management
and selling, taxes—municipal, coun-
ty, state and national—and capital,
as interest on investment.
Labor, the man or woman who
works at bench or machine, de-
mands its fair share of what it pro-
duces.' Collectively and nationally,
we know labor receives a fair share
of the national income, but each
workman, individually or by factory
I groups, wants to know that he gets
his share of what he produces.
He does not want to take the word
of some interested party as to the
amount of his share. He wants def-,
init< proof. <
TBiit Is th* truk^rt-aU ip/i'labor
problem. There are labor racke-
teers and labor saboteurs who can
be dealt with without injury and,
in fact, as a benefit to honest labor.
The solution of the problem of hon-
est, patriotic American labor means
finding some method by which each,
' workman in each factory group may
be definitely shown that he gets his
fair share of what he has helped
to produce.(
With all the ingenuity to be found
in America, that should not be an
unsolvable problem. It has been ac- i
complished in some plants and those >
plants do not have labor difficulties.
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A* an experiment, the »tate gov-
ernment of Illinois made an effort
to And jobs in private employment
for 90 individuals then on relief.
Of that number, places were found
for 46, two others refused to accept
any job, three did not show up after
accepting and three did not want the
kind of Jobs offered. The numbers
were too small to provs anything,
but what would your guess be as to
the percentage of those now on relief
who prefer to continue to receive a
"dole” than to work tar a living?
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Lane Carey shook his grizzled
head. “Not so easy, honey. The big
cattle outfits want a wide-open free
range for their stock. They don’t
want the land plowed up or the coun-
try along the creeks fenced. They
have grabbed what they can, one
way and another, by using their
riders as dummies for homestead
and pre-emption rights. But that
isn’t enough if they are going to run
herds as big as they have been do-
ing. So there you are. If the little
fellows fence and plow the land the
big ranches can’t have it for range.
Cattle came here first. The large
concerns feel the nesters and home-
steadera-are interlopers, and they
have gone some farther than the law
allows to let them know It.”
- “You think the Diamond Reverse
B and the No. By Joe, with the
other big outfits, are to blampf
then?"
“They made It mighty hai
the small fry to earn a livi
these lean years when they qu
ploying men who had placet
stock of their own. But th<
another side to it. Rustlers
been very active, and I'm ‘ t
a good many of the nestfrs^
helped themselves to calvet
up their herds and to s'
food whin they got hard u£”
“So everybody is wrong and no-
body is right,” she said.
He drew on the pipe for a few
moments to make sure it would not
go out “I wouldn’t say that. You
might put it that there are conflict-
ing rights hard to reconcile."
Ellen brushed tobacco from his
coat "You don’t see any hope of
peace, then?"
"I wish I did," he said at last.
"But all the talk is the other way.
I heard that fellow Jack Turley say
at the dance he was going to carry a
rifle with him when he rode after
this. The men he was talking with
seemed to agree."
"I don't like the man," Ellen cut
in, deflected from the main thought.
“He has been hanging around me a
little.’*
Ellen kissed her father gbod night,
lit a lamp, and went upstairs to
her room. It was some tyne before
she could get to sleep. Into her
- mind trooped . thoughts connected
with ambushings and sudden death,
and even after she slipped into sleep
her dreams were wild and turbulent.
She aaw Jeff Brand and Calhoun
Terry stalking each other in the
sage. A gun would cresh, but before
her flying feet could take her to
the scene the protagonists had
changed. It was her father lying
wounded, and Jack Turley was
straddling.his body rifle in hand.
Strangely enough, Ellen aew next
day at Black Butte all the four men
of whom she had dreamed. Terry
came up on the stage, on hie way
back to the Diamond Reverse B
from Denver. Brand and Turley
dropped into the post-office shortly
after the stage had arrived. The
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They ara more than a sailing
aid for buainaaa. They tom
ea educational system which
is making Americana the boat-
educated buyers in the world.
The advaitteesMato are part
of an economic system which
is giving Americans more
faff their money <rery day.
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cultivating her voice.”
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The second most deadly instru-
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Toon, H. Buford. The Sanger Courier (Sanger, Tex.), Vol. 42, No. 41, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 17, 1941, newspaper, July 17, 1941; Sanger, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1337388/m1/3/?q=wichita+falls: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Sanger Public Library.