The Cass County Sun (Linden, Tex.), Vol. 59, No. 43, Ed. 1 Tuesday, October 23, 1934 Page: 7 of 8
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THE CASS COUNTY SUN
Jim Wall, younis cowpuncher from
Wyoming, necks a now llekl In Utah.
He ine«;ta Hank Hays, who tells him he
l« working for an Englishman, Her-
rlrk, llaya arid other* are plotting to
Mfl.'il their employer's cattle and money.
With Ilayn, Jim Wall goes to der-
rick'* ranch. Hays and his lieutenants
drive off a bunch of cattle. Heeseman
1s Hays' rival among the cattle rustlers,
.lim is sent to meet Miss Herrick. Hays
betrays unusual Interest In the girl's
coming. Wall finds himself falling in
love with Helen, and he fears Hays
has designs on the girl, Jim coaches
tier In riding western style, and final-
ly kisses her. She Is angry and dis-
misses him, hut relents and asks him
not to leave the ranch. Hays' men re-
turn from the drive, having the money.
A quick getaway is imperative. Hays
tells them to go on ahead, that he
will Join them. He comes, with Helen
Herrick—a captive. Hays explains that
stole Helen for ransom. Realizing
that Helen will be worse off if she
falls into Heeseman's clutches, Tim
Wall does nothing Heeseman's riders
^ome in pursuit. Hays loads the gang
Into a canyon retreat—The Robbers'
Tloost. Tn the "roost" Jim keeps a
watchful eye on Helen. Heeseman's
riders appear. Helen Is taken to a
cavc, and Hays and his followers pre
pare for the coming battle.
Scarcely hail he gotten out of sight
when Jim thought of the field glass.
Smoky should have taken it. .Tiro
risked going hack to his pack to se-
cure it, and had the fun of dodging
What had become of Hays? Wait-
ing alone among these deflecting bul-
lets wore on .Tim's mood. He decided
to peep ont of the hole ngain. To this
end he climbed to the shelf, rifle in
hand and the glass slung around his
He could command every point with
the aid of the field glass, without ex-
posing bis head.
An instant later a far-off shot
thrilled Jim. That might be Smoky.
Suddenly n dark form ntaggered up,
flinging arms aloft, silhouetted black
against the sky. That must be the
sharpshooter. Smoky had reached
him. Headlong he pitched off the cliff,
to plunge sheer info the wash below.
Smoky had at least carried out his
Suddenly Jim espied Hays boldly
mounting the slope. But it appeared
that be had not been discovered yet.
Those on top were facing the unseen
peril to the west.
Jim marveled nt the purpose of the
robber chief. Still another shot from
Smoky—the last! But Hays had
reached high enough to see over.
Leveling the rifle he took deliberate
aim. Then he fired.
"Heeseman!" hissed Jim, as sure as
If he himself had held that gun.
Hays, working the lever of his rifle,
bounded back and aside. Shots
boomed. One knocked him to his
knees, but he lunged up to fire again.
Again be was hit, or the rifle was,
for It broke from his hands. Drawing
his two revolvers he leveled them,
and as he fired one, then the other,
he backed against the last broken sec-
tion of the wall. Jim saw the red
dust spatter from the rock above.
The shots thinned out and ceased.
Hays was turning to the left, his re-
maining gun lowered. He was aiming
down the slope on the other side. He
lired again—then no more. Those who
were left of Heeseman's outlif had
taken flight, llays watched them,
strode to the side of the big rock, and
kept on watching them.
This moment, to Jim's avid mind,
was I he one In which to kill the rob-
ber. He drew a bead on Hays' breast.
But he could not press the trigger.
Lowering the hammer, Jim watched
Hays stride up among the rocks, to
Jim leaped up out of the hole to
have a better look. Far beyond the
rod ridge he discerned men running
along the white wash. There were
three of them, scattered. A fourth ap-
peared from behind a bank, and he
was crippled. He waved frantically to
the comrades who had left him to faro
for himself. They were headed for
the cove whore the horses still stood.
And their precipitate flight attested
to the end of that battle and as surely,
to the last of Heeseman's outfit.
Jim picked up the field glass and
slinging It on his elbow, essayed a
descent Into the cave. On the shelf
h« hesitated and sat a moment locked
In thought. A second time he started
down, only to halt straddling the
notch. The battle had worked out
fatel'ully and fatally. Would lie ee
Smoky again? Vet nothing had
changed the Issue. The end was not
yet. With Ills blood surging back to
his heart, Jim leaped down to meet
the robber chief.
"Where's Smoky?" called Jim. his
lynx eyes on Hay's right band.
"Cashed In." boomed llays. fastening
great hollow eyes of pale lire upon
Jim. "He had cover, lie plugged I
don't know how many. But Morley's
outfit bad throwed in with Heeseman.
An' when thet gambler Stud broke an*
run Smoky had to bead him off. They
killed each other."
"Who got away? I saw four men;
"Morley an' Montana for two. I
didn't recognize the others. They shore
run, tbrowin' rifles away."
"They were making 'or their horses,
tied half a mile back. Where'll they
"Ker more men. Morley Is most as
stubborn as Heeseman. An' once he's
seen this roost of ours—he'll want It,
an' to wipe out what's left of us."
"Wai, he illdh't run, Jim. Haw!
Haw! He's dead."
The chief strode to the mouth of
the cave and stared around. Jim re-
v>s J I «v yw,
"Flesh Wound. Nothin' to Fuss
Over This Minnlt."
niained at the spot he had selected,
to one sido, between the robber and
"Jack an' Mac, too?" he ejaculated
in amaze. "How come? No more of
thet outfit sneaked down In hyar."
"Mac stuck his noodle too far out
of that hole In the cave. And Happy
Jack stopped a glancing bullet. There's
Just two of us left. Hays. By the
way—you going to bury your dead?"
"No. If 1 do anythln' at all It'll be
fer my gurl. Them stiffs ain't a pretty
If Jim Wall needed any galvanizing
shock to nerve him to the deed he
had resolved upon, that single posses-
sive word was enough.
"I'll bury them later," he said.
"flood. I'm all In. I climbed mere'n
a mile to git to them fellers." Hays
sat down heavily, and ran his right
band Inside his shirt to feel of the
bulge on his shoulder. .Tim saw him
wince. Blood had soaked through his
"You got hit, I see."
"Flesh wound. Nothin' to fuss over
this minnit. An' I've got a crease on
my head. Thet hurts like sixty. Half
an inch lower an'—"
"I'd hare been left lord of Robbers'
"You shore would, Jim. I.ousy with
money, an' a gurl to look after. But
It jest didn't happen thet way."
"No; It didn't But it will!"
That cool statement pierced the rob-
ber's lethargic mind. Up went his
shaggy head and the pale eyes,
opaque, like burned-out furnaces, took
on a tiny, curious gleam. When his
hand enme slowly down from Insiile
his shirt the lingers were stained red.
"What kind of a crack was thet?"
he demanded, puzzled.
"Hays, you forget."
"You're sore thet I didn't divvy
"Hays, 1 take It you double-crossed
me same as you did them."
"Uh-huh. Wal, you got me in a cor-
ner, I reckon. Thar'a only two of us
left. I'd be crazy to quarrel. . .. Would
a third of my money square met"
"It wouldn't. Wal, you air almln' at
a bargain. Say half then?" ,
A tremor ran over the robber's
frame. That was a release of swift
passion—hot blood that leaped again.
But be controlled himself.
"Air you tryin' to pick a fight with
At this Jim laughed.
" 'Cause If you air, I jest won't fight.
I'd be senseless. You an' me can git
along. I like you. We'll throw to-
gether, hide somewhere a while, then
build up another outfit."
"It can't be done."
"1'il give you two-thirds of the
"Hays, i wouldn't take another dol-
lar from you—that you gave willing-
Jim had turned bis left side slightly
toward Hays, concealing Ills right
hand, which had slipped to his gun
butt, with his thumb on the hammer!
For Jim, Hays was as good as dead.
"It'll all bo mine, presently," he re-
"Holdin" me up, hub?" rasped Hays.
"Learned to be a shore-enough rob-
ber, trallln' with me, huh?"
"Hays, I promised Smoky I'd kill
you—which he meant to do If be had
lived to come back."
The robber's face grew a dirty white
under his thin beard. At last he un-
derstood, so much, at least. What vol-
umes his stupidity spoke for his ab-
sorption! It changed. Jim's posture,
his unseen hand, suddenly loomed
with tremendous meaning.
"Shore. Thet doesn't surprise me,"
admitted the robber. "When men's
feelln's are raw, as in a time like
this, they clash. But I did my share
lo clear the air. An' if Smoky had
come back he'd have seen it different.
I could have talked him out of It, . . .
Jim, you're shore smart enough to see
thet, an' you oughter be honest enough
to admit it."
"I daresay you could have won
Smoky back, lie bad a fool worship
for you. . . . But you can't talk me
out of anything."
"Wh.v, fer (Jawd's sake—when I'm
gtvln' you all the best of the deal?"
"Because I want the girl," thun-
A great astonishment held Hays
stricken. Through It realization fil-
"Thet! Thet was It—all the time!"
"All the time, Hank Hays," replied
Jim, steadily, and It was the robber's
eyes, pale tires no longer, that he
watched for thought and will.
Still he saw the violent muscular
quivering which slowly diminished to
freeze into rigidity. He had struck
the right chord. In whatever way pos-
sible, llank Hays loved this woman.
However it had begun, the sordid,
brutal thing had ended In Hays' wor-
ship of the golden-haired sister of
Herrick. Jim read this in the extraor-
dinary betraying eyes; and read more
—that It had been Helen the robber
bad fought for, not his lost caste with
his men, not the honor of thieves. It
was this that accounted for the In-
fernal blaze of unquenchable hate, of
courage that death Itself could scarce-
ly have stilled.
All this Immediately coalesced Into
the conscious resolve to act and kill!
As the robber sprang up Jim's first
shot took him somewhere in the
breast. It whirled him half around.
Ills gun, spouting flame, tore up the
gravel at Jim's feet. A terrible wound
with its agony, a consciousness of its
mortality, added to the overwhelming
ferocity of jealous hate, gave the man
superhuman physical activity. He
whirled, bounding the other way, and
so swiftly that Jim's second shot
missed him altogether. Hays' gun was
booming, but It was also describing
the same curves and Jerks as his
body. Then as passion gave place to
desperate need and the gun aligned
Itself with Jim, Jim's third shot de-
troyed aim, force and consciousness.
Hays' demoniac face set woodenly.
The gun, with hammer up, dropped to
explode. And the robber lodged
against the slant of wall, dead, with
the awfulness of his mortal passion
stamped upon his features.
It was over. Jim breathed. The
hand which held his gun was so wet
that he thought his blood was flowing.
But it was sweat.
"T wish—Smoky could—know," mat-
tered Jim, over a convulsive Jaw. He
shoved Hays off the wall.
Wiping his face, Jim staggered to
the rock and sat down. Spent and
heaving he sat there, his will operat-
ing on a whirling mind. It was over—
the thing that had bad to come. All
dead! Loyal and faithless robbers
alike. What to do now? The girl!
Escape from that hellhole, soon to be
besieged again! He must pack that
very hour and ride—ride away with
"Jim—oh, Jim!" came a cry from
the back of the cave.
"Helen—it's all—over," he called,
She appeared in the opening. "G >neT"
"Yes, gone—and dead."
"I—saw—you ... is he—dead?"
"You bet your #■*£," burst out JYm,
his breast oppressed
"Oh, help mo out!"
He ran to assist her. She came exil-
ing out, to fall on her knees, 'U'spir;#
Jim with fierce arms. Her head
"Get up," he ordered, sharply, try-
ing to lift her. But she was mora
than a dead weight.
"God bless you! Oh, God bless
you !" she cried. The voice was husky,
strange, yet carried the richness and
contralto melody that had been one of
"Don't say that!" he exclaimed,
"Jim, you've saved me," she whis-
pered. Jim's hands plucked at her
arms, caught them.
She loosened he hold and raised her
head to look up at him. He saw only
her eyes, tearless, strained In over-
"No—not yet!" he blurted out. "We
must hurry out of this."
She arose, still clinging to him.
"Forgive me. I nm selfish. We can
talk some other time. I should have
realized you would want to leave here
at once. . . . Tell me what to do.
I will obey."
Jim stepped back and shook himself.
"You kept me from thinking," he
began, ponderingly. "Yes, we must
leave here. . . • Put on your riding
clothes. Pack this dress you have
—and all you have. Take yout tlm*
We're safe for the present. And don't
look out. I've got to bury Ilajs and
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