The Crosbyton Review. (Crosbyton, Tex.), Vol. 34, No. 11, Ed. 1 Friday, March 13, 1942 Page: 3 of 8
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Wanna Buy a Horse?
SEWING
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By EUGENE CUNNINGHAM
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W.N.U,R£LtASE
the STORY SO rABJ AlUr bumming
way from Chicago, ..Con Cameron
■_ tbt 20 BW rider* and goes Witt
hem to Wild Hone. There he and aa-
Jther *0 Bar rider, Caramba Voar, en-
Unt«r Asa Brock, a eatUe buyer who.
,ltii the marshal,. Dynamite Downes,
the town, Brovk'ta trying to per-
.de Nevll Lowe, a catUe man new le
he town, to sell to him. l«owe refuses,
nd later thit lBrRt C6n «aves his UHf
. „ (un flght With Brock, . Dynamite
iTnd a deputy marshal.' called Mu-
thacho." Alter that Wild Horie is no
anier safe Mr him* ,0 he hits the trail
.rain. At Fronteras, a. town; wtftrfoui
bor its toughness, Con attracts the at-
kention of a rancher named Lee 4Velsh
getting the best of Quirk Ellis, s
Fronteras man. Welsh is an outsider,
o, and Immediately invites- Con to join
dm and' bis companions, the Ranters.
when Con learwC^they are. Bear
rivan, wberf-Nev" Lowe's ranch Is lo-
cated, be decides to head for Tivan. Now
and>Welsh and the Ranters are rid-
j toward Tivan.
Now continue with the , story.
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CHAPTER IV
The f?ariiers-and ^elsh kept to-,
eethcr that morning.- Con" was con-
tent to let. them' argue. The discfas-
Jjion of .companions be-
came a downright quarrel. Con
vatched them curiously and decided.
tiat„ as soon as they reached Tivan.
lie would ride alone.- At noon. In a
jiittle crossroads tienda kept" by ft
squat Mexican., they ate and. drank
tie storekeeper's hot whisky. Nei-
aer til the "Raniefs-'went" beyond a
second cupful. Con stopped willing-
after his first. But Lee Walsh
rtmued to drink While Con and^a.
young vaquero who spoke English
after a fashion explored the Spanish
ongue. ' :
"Go among our people and forget
your English for a-'month," he com-
plimented Con. "and you will haive
nore of the Spanish than many of
our gente use easily. You ride to
Tivan? But your companeros seem
of two minds about that, as about oth-
er, things."
"All right, then!" J^eie Welsh said
ngrily. "Don't go. Me and the
dd'Il make a pair." r
The vaquero looked suddenly at
Son and hfs manner changed; .stiff*'
aed a little.
"What's a buscadero?" Con asked-
a lo'W voice. . ; !i *'
"The word is Spanish, after a fash-
ion. But the thing—why, that may
be Spanish or Anglo. In the Terri-
Dry and Mexico and some other
places—it means one who is hunted.
nd one is not hunted except for
reason . . . Now. I ride!"
He whirled and went out fast. No-
body spoke for a while. Then Welsh
rned to Con.
"Let's go!" he said..
They went out to where the horses
dozed.
For a time, during the afternoon,
itelsh amused himself by^^singing.
3ut toward sundown his mood.,
changed to grimness, and when they
sprawled around their fire in the
darkness he faced the cousins, but
talked at "Odd.
"We'll split in the morning." he.
said harshly. "Yau can head for
Ihell, if you want to—that'll be the
Idevil's hard luck. Bift me and Con
|can make a team—'"
-"Count me out." Con stopped him.
|"If I had known that you-all are
Ibuscadcros, -I wouldn't have "sided
lyou. No harjl feelings! I'm just
Isaying that W-'s «Bt common pense
jfor a plain cowboy to hang around,
llong i-ide^s. So we will split tomor-
|fow morning. I'll ride by myself."
"Ne' mind that, for right now,"
|Lee Welsh thrust in. "What 1 want
lout of you two is enough to make
lup my even split—and my third of
IComanche's cut. Him leaving no
lheirs, like the.lawyers say. I reckon
lus three "fit the hole. And it was
jme that put him on his horse after
l$hat posse shot him, and held him on
lit, too,- till he cashed his chips.
IMaybe that makes me entitled to
lall his cut But t-ari&'t '^hoggish.
|I'll take a third."
"You'll take Just what you got,"
[Chick Ranier snarled.
Con, a little to thfe side of them,
I had moved his hand with snail-slow*
Iness on his lap Until it curled around
the-butt of his Colt. Chick and Odd
were eyeing -Welsh with hawkliki
I Steadiness.
Then Odd's tiftnd seemed tO„e*u
Plode in flame—twice. With the
I heavy roar of the palmed derringer,
■ Welsh sagged, rather than fell, for-
^ ward and sideways.
As if jerked by a spring, -auto-N
imatitally Con -had snapped out his
fcistol and steadied it upon his knee,
leveled toward the two. Chick was ■
I about to draiy«a Colt when Con's
[tftinr harsh snarl checked him.
"Both of you! Reach up and take
your ears. " This tj a little "strange
w me. I'm likely to shoot ragged;
*"1 you instead of crippling you.
[ Hup! Hup! This is cocked."
They regarded htm uncertainly.
But when he moved the pistol slight*
| rai*«d their hands smoothly.
i~ 'or * minute you're
knowing afl you found
®ut-ihou( ui ?" Chick snarled. Con
came quickly, smoothly, to his
xeet. "Stand up! But keep that dally
0n your ears."" " "'" :
^Their, .faces were like devils'
Wtsks In. the firelight. He was
•trangely calm, now. But he did
"*®t make the mistake of caraless-
B€9I.
"Odd! Put down one hand And
• Let It drojft
UUckl *&Muit imitate ft aUtue.
A few months at
|a • v- -satssasssaa«
owner, would bring a
'in- the West and the Middle
the Easl they tire scarce. And yet there is o" firm of horse auction-
eers operating in Greater New Ybrk—Potters and Greenberg—wher*r
private sales on horses are held every day of the week and special
auctions on Fridays. Photos show you what goes on.
..... .Jy*0 days later he was on the down-slope of the BraV&.v^lley.
Pronto! It would be a good, job for
the country if 1 got jarred into kill-
ing both of. you! Better think of
that."v A • - ' "
thfit.
• "Stiffly, Odd unbuckled his belt with
one hand. It thudded with his pistol
into the dirt. Then Chick was dis-
armed. Cori went over them both
carefully, took a second derringer
from~Odd and stood back.
"Now," he said drawlingly, "we
can get along without having to kill
your Chick, bring Pancho in a little
closer and saddle him for me like a
ni.ee fellow." "
Con. with the heap of weapons at
his feet, watched both Chick and his
COUSltl. :
' "Not so tight* with that back
cinch!" Con ordered Chick. "He
won't buck, but he's not fond of it
Now!"
He got into the saddle without los-
ing the drop and sat for an -instant
looking at the pair. ^
He touched Pancho with the rowel
and rocketed intq the darkness out
of sight, kneed the sorrel to the side
and kept at the pounding/gallop for
a quarter-mile. Then he flowed to
a trot and went on for what he.
guessed -ty-be--three miles or naoce—g«t a face. My business makes it
across arroyo-gashed -couatry, be-
fore camping.
He slept lightly, nervously, that
night He was out of his blanket
betore^JEiaylight, stiff and uncomfort-
able of mind. But after the sun rose
he fel^joetter. Two days later he
was on the down-slope of the Bravo
-Valley-. At midday Con ate at a
fartn. trying his Spanish upon an
ancient 'woman and a girl of fifteen
oFso, learning more words, gather-
ing JQ&WS. " //►> v
The girl managed with her small
stock of English and Con's increas-
ing"~Spanish to tell him the sur-
prising newsTof Milam Fant's arres^t
by vigilantes, for murder and cattle
-thefts. He asked who had been ap-
pointed sheriff to succeed Milftm
Fant.
"A very good man!" the girl told
him. "Nevil Lowe, of the NL. a
ranchero who raises horses aorth of
Tivan."
When he left the prptty. ?nd friend-
ty Mexican girl a dollar, richer for
his meaL he looked for a goo^ pool
in the li.tQe.xflfartr'-ttiat flowed Tivan-
ward. When he found the place to
suit him. he splashed clean, shaved,
changed into the "town clothes" he
had wofrt so" briefly in Wild Horse
and beat the dust of miles from his
black hat. Pistol and belt went into
an alforja—a saddle pocket Then
he rode on.
~'He swung off Pancho before-a «a-*
loon in midstreet He went into a
crowded room and to the bar. Most
of the drm&rs stared calculatingly
at him, but the bartender served him
without saying anything.
While he fingered his glass, a pale,
slender young man with nervous
' hands and-restless dark eyes stood
talking in a hurried undertone to a
grizzled,' cowboyish figure. They
stood two yards 'ddtyti "tKfe ^ar from
Con, with a vacant space fttween.
"Like L been" telllng^you^ JH&arn,
it's nothing to mc; no affair of mine.
Matter of actual fact it's no busi-
ness of NeviDu^neither! I don't
see | why you're L-talking to me.
Why'n't you save that wind for Rp-
bards? It's his grief."
"Because I want the whole bunch
of you to agree—not run to Robards
making him go counter., to his own
opinion I" You and Lowe and Smith
can persuade him—"
"^The other shrugged heavy shoul-
ders and straightened. He iurned
and Con paw the badge on his,.but-
tonless vest- He was a deputy sher-
iff, his badge showed, and he came
toward Con without taking his eyes
from him, while Con swallowed bis
drink and put the glass.J>ack upon
the bar. Then Someone at IfRrifotif
called "Bain!" a'ntf thfc deputy
I5aked:<a r way. frowned^ slightly,
and went past Con trailed him out
So did the pale man. .._ „ -
\ few %teps^?W>m the door Bain
stood with a small, elderly man in
dark citizen's suit and derby hat
Ahead, of Con, the pale young man
went to join the pair. They faced
him.
"Hearn," the derbled man said
slowly, "I don't want to.accuse you
of anything, without being certain,
but the way you're going about this
bqiintss of-rnt*« IfavM you open.
You . ought to see that It can be
tikei^ae an attempt at bribery 1"^
"Nothing of the sprtl". the pa)e
Hearq...cried.. "I'm simply trying to
make bond for Fant and Slade. Ten
thousand. - There's no reason why
men of Fant's position should stay
chained like, wild animals at the
whim of local authorities, at. the
.mftroy-c* riffraff! -
"YOU calling" me rjffraff?" the_"
deputy sheriff dejriahded. ' * j
""OY"*course ^ not. Bain!" Hearn
cried instantly. "I mean this so- ;
called Vigilance CorVimittee; NffPfrne 'j
of them has the nerve to meet Fant !
face-to-face. But under -cover of
darkness, enough of tbem might get |
together to—
There was more argument before ;
the three went upstrept together.
.JJQoSbi the linj^ of Tivaq's buildings,
presently Con met a florid, fatti.sh
young man in all the glbries'of tier-
by hat pomaded hair, cheap per-
fume, a reddish-brown suit with wide
yellow stripes. The young man
seemed to like the attention Con
gave him. He paused; straightened,
ai lapel, took the cigar from his
mouth and nodded.
"Stronger in town?" he Inquire^'.-'
"1 can usually spot a newcomer.
Know..e.v.erybqcly around. Never for-
\IfHEN you wear this charm-
ing frock your best friends
will query you, "my aren't you
getting slim?"i—for^ your, waistline
will just melt away under the slen-
derizing influence of this smartly •
shaped girdle." It is the feature of
Pattern No. 1502-B which makes it
one. every size 12 to 40 should
•want!' ... ,
The frock has youth and fem-
ininity, too, expressed in an at-
tractive open neckHneJ>it--fuill
Prosperity can . change man'*
nature; and seldom is anyona can*
tious enough to resist the effects of
good fortune.—Q. C. 'Hiifiis. 4
This might pass for a picture of the Axis high command, but
actually it is one of some of the steeds waiting to be auctioned off.
important tff'remember faces—and-
. judge 'em. I'm cashier of the bank. |
Yonder." • . j
Out of a store behind the cashier ;
two "girls came bearing packages.
One was yellow-haired, pretty. The |
other was Janet, Lowe. < ***":• [
The cashier turned with sound of
. their voices. He called both by
name. The yellow-haired girl, it
seemed, was "Marian." They called '
him Cicero and looked curiously at
Con, then -.returned to their talking. 1
—Con turned his head slightly, to
look past the girls at the red-faced
Bain, who was coming toward them. ;
"Bain"passed Janet 6nd Marian witirj
vaguest grunt and cajne on to stop
before Con. Cicero began to talk,
but the deputy-stopped him with im-
patient JieiCk.of thfe chin, without look-
ing at him. Con grinned faintly.
. " "So you're packing a hideout in'
town, huh?" Bain grunted.
"Hideout?" Con returned, shak-
ing his head. "Uh-uh! Not even a
water pistol, Mr. Bain. P^I.y hard-
ware's on my horse, yonder." •
. "Yeh,- I know about that one in
the alforja," Bain said calmly.
Come along. Salado wants the
bunch of you for that slinking bunch,
of killings there and the robbery."
"Listen!" Con began anxiously. "1
want to talk to Sheriff Lowe. I've
been looking for him. I met the
'bunch at Fronteras. They were
strangers to me—"
^.Left-handed, for his right hand
wvs booked in* the belt conveniently
near his Colt Bain caugl\t Coir's
right arm and jerked. Con twisted
tree and stepped^ backward. . .
"Keep your hands off! You don't.
have to drag me anywhere. I told
you, £ waht to see Lowe. I'can tell
.him some interesting things. And 1
when I finish talking, I think he'll ]
tell you that I'm no buscadero—" i
Bain shot oUt, his big left hand j
again and ^clamped it upon Con's
arm. When Con jerked angrily, the \
deputy ignored the pistol at his Side j
and whipped up his gunhand to slap
Con savagely across the face.
"Shut up!" he snarled. "I hate a
mouthy kid—and one that hangs out
with a bunch of killers like that—"
- Con forgot his good intentions, ud-
der that smashing open-hand bl6w;
even forgot the pistol that Bain
wore. He struck three times so fast)
that Bain could not guard against
the blows-r-with the edge of hard
hand upon Bain's left and right'
arm's," then with smashing' fist to
the deputy's "BSlly.^The slow, un-
skilled deputy, for all his forty-odd
potinds' advatotagg^iy weigh|, had no
chanee against the'cSl^qufck attack.
His knee*'buckled. He crashed for-
ward under-alternating hooks that
Ridded against 'his big chin; lay
Something was like a shadow
abov« Con's head. He slid side-
ways and felt the very wihd of Rev
Lowe's blow with pistol barrel. With-
out thought, he pivoted back and
smashed a terrific swing Ihto the talk
er man's face. Lowe dropped as^if
poll-axed. Con stared almost das-
edly. then, before he could straight-
en. something seemed to explode in
his sfeull. He heard a dull roar, saw
streak* of flame, then-blackness took
him.
~ "7SW B$j)QNTltiUKD)
1502-B
Not a gift "horse. Deftly the
buyer takes the horse\s tongue
in one hand and examines the
teeth, to determine age.
Frequently a piece of harness goes on the block instead of a
horse. Here you see a halter going to a bidder for three dollars.
Auctioneer Greenberg is knocking it dotvn.
This man has taken on the difr
ficult job of selling a horse to
the auctioneer.
If hen bidding lags on a horse
the animal is made to strut his
stuff, as shown here.
i
Horses have many foot' ail-
ments, and -seasoned ftQrsp ttad-
ers know all about them and just
what to look for.
shapely bodice, which fits smofll!^-
ly over the bustlihe, a skirt which
flares to a wide hem and perky,
puffed sleeves. The big bow which
ties the girdle firmly in place
gives special interest to the back
view of this frock!
Correct for any occasion—work,
study or fun, this dress'is simple
to make and can be effective in
many fabrics — challis, printed
rayon crepes, bengaline, oiHigfc^^—L
weight wools. Later, for spring,
you'll repeat the frock Tn wash-
able cottons and linens! Finish it
with lace, braid or ric-rac and a
cheerful row of tiny buttons.
• • •
Barbara Bell Pattern No. 1502-B Is de-
signed for sizes 12, 14, 16, 18, 20 and 40.
Corresponding bust measurements 30, 32,
34, 36, 38 and 40."" Size 14 (32) requires
3% yards 39-inch material. 2','a yards edg-
ing. Send your order to:
Imperfect Copies
Our human laws are but the cop-
ies, more or less Imperfect, of the
eternal laws, so far as we can'readi
XfeHi.-Proude.
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when you buy i box of
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it'S THE WHITE SOAP...
THE RIGHT SOAP...FOR A
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sparkong dishes, big
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Enclose 20'cents In coins for
Pattern No Size.........
Name
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Power of Suggestion
- To demonstrate the ■ pow£r of
suggestion, an insthic'tor of a
class of 48 high-school boys re-
cently passed around a large Coin,
asking them to examine it careful-
ly, says Collier's. Forty-minutes
later, he requested each student to
dfaiWa picture of the coin* in-
dicating the exact positiojl of the
hole in it. Although there was no
hole, all but four of the 48 draw-
ings included at least one.
FRED ■
AUEN
• r rihM the air
THIS SUNDAY MIGHT
cmcf
EVERY SUNDAY NIGHT
with KENNY BAKEK
KRLD—KWFT
• P.M.C.W.T.
Pnxsfsi/ by Tcxoco Deolert
Evil Neighbor
The most piousr may not live in
peace, if it does not please his
wicked neighbor.—Schiller^
BEACONS OF SAFETY
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Like a Kea«x>n light on the height—the advertise-
ments in newspapers direfct jon to newerf better
and easier wa^s of jpiWUiing the things needed or
desired. It shines, this heftoon of ntiiSff adh
tislng — and It will be to your ad^mtage to fol-
low 'it whenever ywn make a purchase.
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