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THE (TORT THUS EAR: Mar; Sulk-
silaad to Isrrd la Ailtaaa by tot ■<■ of
Ike Warn Wheel dude ranch, operated
by Ma and Pa Bardaa. She la met at
the tration by Lea Henley, whose lather.
Ham, baa parchastd the llnrdaa notea
from the bank and Icelt that the ranch
la kla. ten entera the rodeo, drawlny
Mad Halter. He tidea her to a >0110.
but la Injured Mary, who haa bet three
thou'a and to one thousand that Len ridea
Ike horse, now bwya the Burdan equity In
Waton Wheel, otftbiddini Ham. Learn,
Inf that Mary doer not have the money
to pot Mr the notea. Ham threaten! fore-
closure. Mary, who la In love with Len,
re-klrea Ma and Pa Burdan and drlvea
to the ranch.
CHAPTER XII
Pa Burdan, who had entered with
an armful of firewood in time to
hear this statement, said: "They got
a couple o' venal jurors picked an'
bought out.”
1 "Nothin’ o' the sort, Pa Burdsn,”
Ma declared and repeated the local
acandal about the sheriff.
“Now, Ma, that ain't fair. Hsnk
Wade's a man of honor. The trou-
ble with his sons is that their mother
had Injun blood in her. Jest a little
around the edges—an' her sons are
throw-backs. A full-blooded Injun's
got as much honor an' generally
mori \ a white man, but when the
blood /mixed seems like the worst
qualities 0’ both races is liable to
come out.”
“Sheriff Wade will be here for an
extra special luncheon, Mrs. Bur-
den," Mary repeated and Ma took
the hint.
“Female o' the species is more
deadly than the male,” Pa quoted,
resurrecting Mr. Kipling from his
rag bag of a mind, and escaped
hurriedly but not in time to avoid
a dipper of water down his leathery
old neck.
Sheriff Wade arrived at noon,
aerved a release of attachment on
Pa Burdan and was by Pa presented
to Mary. She found him a small,
mild, stringy man with a sort of lost
dog wistfulness about him; he radi-
ated humility and sha knew he was
kind and thoughtful when, their
luncheon concluded, he picked the
Boiled dishes off the dining-room ta-
ble and carried them out to the
kitchen sink. Mary was to dis-
cover that, in rural circles in the
aouthweat this saving of the woman
of the house a few steps was an al-
most universal male practice. She
liked Hank Wade for it. She dis-
covered that he, like Pedro, had
once been an employee of Hamilton
Henley's; also, like Pedro, he still
was loyal to the old allegiance.
He and Mary discussed the cattle
business until mid-afternoon, when
the sheriff picked up his deputy and
went back to the county seat. In
his office he found a reporter for the
Prescott Register on his daily round
In March of news.
“Got a news item for you, son,”
Hank Wade greeted him cheerfully.
“A dude girl has bought Bill Bur-
dan’s Wagon Wheel ranch. Girl
about twenty-one or two, I reckon,
an’ a lady. Boy, the minute you
hear her speak you know you're
lower'n a worm. An’ beautiful!”
The sheriff whistled softly. "Her
name's Miss Mary Sutherland, o'
the old Sutherland family o’ New
York, an’ you know they got bar-
rels o' money. Look ’em up in the
Blue Book. She give me the money
for a three-year subscription to your
paper, son, an' she wants to join
the Yavapai County Chamber of
Commerce an' do her part toward
promotin' the public weal. She aims
to have the biggest an' best herd o'
pure-bred Herefords in captivity an’
she ain't goin' to be in business for
her health or for the romance o’
the west neither. After visitin’ most
o' the counties in Arizona she picks
on Yavapai County for its climate
an’ what-all. Yes, sir, she's taken
over Yavapai County with a bang,
aims to socialize a lot an’ seems to
want to meet her neighbors. Plain,
simple girl. I had lunch with her
at the Wagon Wheel today an' drew
her a design for a barbecue pit she
aims to erect. She has an idea, if
she's permitted to join the Chamber
o’ Commerce, she'll give the mem-
bers an’ their ladies a barbecue
come spring."
The following morning he drove
out to the one and a half township
range where his sons ran about sev-
en hundred head of cattle, and
which, in common with his constitu-
ency, the sheriff believed was a blind
for their rustling operations. There
was nobody around the ranch-house
when he drove in, so he strolled over
to a shed in which stood a huge mo-
tor truck and a trailer of the type
Commonly used to transport cattle
to market since modern concrete
highways rendered that method of
shipment cheaper than shipping by
rail. He knew his sons had at least
eight thousand dollars invested in
that truck and trailer and he knew,
too, that neither the profits from
their little cow outfit, nor the size of
the spread itself, warranted such an
investment, for it would have been
far cheaper to pay a trucker when
they had cattle to ship. Of'course,
he was aware that his sons often
contracted to ride other people’s
cows to market in their truck and
trailer but this business was infre-
quent; the sheriff had a very stTong
suspicion that the truck and trailer
were mostly used in transporting
In
the cattle of other people, but with-
out their knowledge or consent!
He climbed up into the cab of
the truck, read the mileage record-
ed on the speedometer, made a note
of it in a small book, then got
back into his car and sat there
reading the Prescott Register until
his youngest son, named Henry for
his father but, because of his gar-
rulousness, known locally as Breezy,
rode into the yard with three cow-
punchers.
"Hello,” said Breezy, “what
brings you out here’ Come to preach
another sermon?”
"No, son. I got over that habit,
seein’ as how you boys resent it.
I've just called socially an' also on
a little matter o’ business. You
boys want some truckin’ business?”
"We kin use it,” Breezy admit-
ted.
“I was speakin' to Mr. Hamilton
L. Henley an' told him I’d take it
kindly if he'd use you boys when
he had to hire a truck an’ trailer.
Three days later a doctor on duty
at the little local hospital telephoned
the sheriff that a Mexican had
just brought in a beautiful gir| with
a bullet wound through her right
thigh. "Her name is Mary Suth-
erland,” he added. “A reporter
"Didn't I tell you I bought the
Wagon Wheel?”
from the Register was here when
she arrived and he tried to get the
story out of her but she refused to
talk. Then he tried the Mexican
but the Mexican can’t speak Eng-
lish. Under the law, when a person
is brought here to have stab wounds
or gunshot wounds treated I have
to report to you, so I’m reporting.”
“Thanks, Doc. Put that Mexican
on the line. I speak Spanish.”
Presently a voice said; “Buenas
tardes, senor.”
“Pedro,” the sheriff asked in an
agitated voice, “which one o' my
boys done it?”
"The youngest—Enrico, Dona Ma-
ria ran into him branding a calf run-
ning with a Wagon Wheel cow, so
he had to silence the witness.”
“He didn't do a complete job.
Why?”
"Because she killed him first. So
she will not talk to this reporter.
1 All the way to Prescott she wept
to think she must tell you, and, of
course, she is not happy to know she
has killed a man, even in self-de-
fense."
“She speaks Spanish and that doc-
tor and the reporter do not. Ask
her please to keep her mouth closed
for both our sakes and you meet
me down in front of the hospital in
ten minutes. Put the doctor back
on the line.”
When the doctor answered Hank
Wade said: “It’s O. K., doc. She
got hit by a stray bullet from some
boob shdtotin' deer on her range.
Bad wound?”
“It didn't touch the bone. Lay
her up for six weeks or two
months."
“Thanks for callin' me, Doc."
Ten minutes later he pulled up in
his official car alongside the Burdan
station wagon in which Pedro Ortiz
sat waiting for him-at the curb in
front of the hospital. He got out and
leaned in the station wagon and said
to Pedro—in English, "Lemme have
the details, Pedro. I didn’t want to
talk to you too long on the tele-
phone. Boy, you played your part
well and so did the girl.”
"I asked her," said Pedro, “and
she promised she would. She real-
izes—” he switched to Spanish. "Be
careful, Pon Hank. That reporter
approaches.” They continued their
discourse in Spanish and then Sher-
iff Wade returned to his office and
Pedro started back for the Wagon
Wheel ranch, leaving the reporter
from the Prescott Register standing
at the curb gazing interestedly aft-
er him, and thinking: "So, my Mex-
ican friend, you do speak English!
That was no accidental shooting and
Hank Wade knows it and is trying
to cover it up. There's something
doing down at the Wagon Wheel
ranch.”
Within an hour he was en route
there to investigate!
Mary found a peculiar comfort in
her decision to do with the Wagon
Wheel home ranch what Len Henley
had hoped to be able to do. She
discussed the plan at length that
night with Pedro—Pa Burdan could
not be pried away from the radio—
and they made a rough estimate of
the probable cost of clearing the
land, piling the dead brush, sorting
out the mesquite for fuel and haul-
ing it in to headquarters, burning the
remaining trash, fencing and drill-
ing deeper and, it was tq be hoped,
more ^roductjve wells on the high-
est point of the land, ploughing the
land, floating or leveling it and roll-
ing it up into checks, and prepar-
ing a bed for the grass seed. They
figured on digging ditches to carry
the concrete water-pipe along the
northern boundary and through the
center of the property so that when
the control valves on these pipes
should be opened at the head of the
checks the water would pour out
and down the checks.
Mary planned to ride again the j
following morning and Pedro had j
just led the saddled horses out of
the bam when an automobile drew i
up into the yard and Ham Henley j
stepped out. He paused with gal-
vanic suddenness when he saw Mary, j
in her rodeo parade costume, com- j
ing to meet him. "Good morning,
Don Hamilton," she greeted him.
"You're just the man I want to talk
to.”
“What are you doin’ here?” he
demanded.
"I live here. It’s my home. Didn’t
I tell you I had bought the Wagon
Wheel?"
“But I supposed you'd gone back
to New York.”
"You merely hoped I'd gone back
to New York. Well, I'm here and
unless you start a round-up within
three days from date I'm going to
start one. I understand that all it
requires is some money to hire men
and feed them. I have the horses
and saddles now."
"You mean that, dude?"
“I certainly do."
"If you’ll agree to leave them on
the range until July first I’ll send
you a check for half the annual
rental charged you by the state.”
“It isn't a question of money,"
she replied coldly. “I just don’t
like you.”
He was a man of quick decisions
and, like most of his sex, he shrank
from a finish fight with a woman.
"If you want to buy those cattle, as
is and where is,” he answered, “I’ll
sell them to you at cost to me.”
“Go on. Name the terms of pay-
ment.”
“I'll carry you for them and also
the deed of trust until July fifteenth
next, without interest.”
"Thank you. That's what I cal!
putting humanity into business and
I accept the offer. I must spend con-
siderable money putting this run-
down ranch into such shape I’ll not
be ashamed to live on it and my
hank balance will not admit of do-
ing this and paying your deed of
trust just now. By the way, Pedro
Ortiz is here with Don Leonardo's
horses and automotive equipment.
He informs me he’s in your em-
ploy.”
“He was. I told him to come
out here when I thought I was go-
ing to acquire this property. I want-
ed somebody heTc to keep an eye on
things, and I knew the Burdans
wouldn't object to havin' him here
until they were dispossessed, pro-
vided he didn't cost them nothin’.
I came out this mornin’ to relieve
him.”
“Have you any objection to per-
mitting me to hire him now as my
superintendent?”
"Glad to have you, for his sake.
He’s a good, loyal, competent man.
I ought to know. I raised him from
a pup.”
“Are ;ou going to remove Don
Leonardo's horses from the Wagon
Wheel?"
"Not until he asks me to. I reek-
op he’11 feel better about them if he
knows Pedro has them in charge.”
“They’re welcome here. I think
he will offer no objection if I ride
them."
"I'll ask him. If he objects I’ll
let you know. You got any mes-
sage for my son?"
“No—nor do I anticipate having
any. And I daresay you find that
news very palatable.”
“Suits me fine, dude.” He lifted
his big black hat and left and she
had a feeling that he was very
glad, indeed, to see the last of her
for, of course, her future business
with him would be transacted
through her attorney. As she gazed
after his disappearing car she
thought: “So 1 worked a squeeze
play on you after all, Mr. Hamilton
L. Henley, Senior! Good! I tried
reciprocity and you preferred to
throw your weight around. Well,
I’m glad to see the last of you a«
you art to see the last of me.”
CTO BE CONTINUED!
Exclusive. If or Story:
(Kay Brock, war correspondent, 4%
ymn in Ihr Balkan1 far ihe N. F. Tima*
and practically an route at thu moment to
I ha Kuropam1 theater for International
Sam Service, tpallhound ton* of 111 with
thu braathlau llofy. Wa asked him to )o»
it down.)
Dear Walter; Here's the story
precisely as Bea Tolstoi gave it to
me the other night. I think it’s one
of the great, hitherto unwritten
chapters m the war., Scene: Shep-
heards Terrace, Cairo. Time: Late
afternoon, November 15, 1941. Ken
Downs, then an ace war correspond-
ent for Int’l News Service (he's now
a ltv col. on Terry Allen’s staff in
Europe), was finishing a Scotch and
the last five pages of "For Whom
The Bell Tolls." Geoffrey Keyes in-
terrupted him. Geoffrey, a lieuten-
ant-colonel at the age of 24 (son of
Admiral Roger Keyes), had ducked
a desk job in England to come out to
Egypt, Join the British desert com-
mandos and raid the German and
Italian rear—dynamiting airdromes,
blowing bridges, playing general hell
with the enemy, etc. But now Ken
Downs told Geoffrey Keyes to go
'way. Ken was absorbed in the fic-
tional last few minutes of Robert
Jordan's life in the Bell, the unfor-
gettable last few minutes when Jor-
dan, with a smashed thigh, props
himself against a tree and levels his
tommygun on an approaching col-
umn of Fascist cavalry . . .
Keyes was off with Capt. Colin
Campbell and his commandos on
the raid to kill Rommel, the raid
that missed Rommel because the
Afrika Korps general was in Rome
on a birthday party—but it was one
of the most daring operations of the
war and won Keyes his Victoria
Cross—posthumously. Keyes landed
his commandos two hundred miles
behind the German lines, beached
his landing craft by night near Sidi
Rafa. They hid two days and nights
in a wadi (gully), trekked twenty
miles on D-night and snaked up ta
the Afrika Korps GHQ.
They attacked with grenades, tom-
myguns and machine pistols, Keyes
leading. Keyes killed the first sen-
try, kicked down the outer door and
led his raiders in, spraying the cor-
ridor with tommygun and pistol.
Startled, frightened German staff
officers poured from their billets.
Keyes' men blasted them down. The
sirens went, a general alarm being
sounded.
The Germans got to their arms,
began to fight back. Keyes’ small
force got smaller. But Geoffrey,
still leading, took seventeen men
through the last defenses in the in-
ner stockade to Rommel's own quar-
ters. Rommel’s staff aide got Keyes,
a machine pistol fusillade which al-
most tore. Keyes' right leg off. Keyes
fell in the doorway. Colin Camp-
bell, behind him, dragged Keyes back
from the threshold and hurled twa
grenades inside. Then he sprayed
the room with his tommygun. Had
Hommel been there he’d have
caught it.
Campbell and a sergeant dragged
Keyes back to the outer stockade,
firing as they fell back. Then Camp-
bell was hit. "Get out!” Keyes or-
dered. “Take him out. Leave me
here.” They had reached the door of
the outer stockade. “Give me that
tommygun.” Keyes took the sub-
machinegun and propped himself in
the door. Well. The rest of it came
from Downs’ report—as he got it
from the sergeant—and from Colin
Campbell, who wrote from a Ger-
man prison camp.
They dragged Campbell to a tree
nearby. His wound was pretty bad.
They gave him morphine and he
began to go under. But he could
still see Keyes, in the first gray
streaks ofVaylight, propped in the
doorway aftd blasting away at the
Germans in the stockade. The ser-
geant ran, back to Keyes, but Geof-
frey refused aid. He simply de-
manded more clips for his tommy-
gun. The sergeant got them.
"Listen—” Keyes fired a burst.
“Not more than two or three of you
will get away. Some of you—" he
fired again, a long, choppy burst
that drove the Germans back to
cover. “Some of you must get back
to report—" he fired again and
rammed home a fresh clip.
“Tell them—”
“Yes, sir!” snapped the sergeant.
“Get word to Ken Downs,” fin-
ished Keyes. “Tell him, if you
will, that it happened this way. Good-
by.” The sergeant saluted and ran,
zig-zagging, for a wadi and safety.
Campbell began to pass out. As
he went under he could see Keyes
firing, reloading, firing . . .
Memos of a Midnighter: When an
ad agency told Henry Ford that
Tommy Dorsey was the next Ford
Hour star, Mr. Big replied: "Who’s
he? What’s the matter with Earl
Godwin?" . . . It’s a girl for the
Everett Soanes at Drs. Hosp. Pop’s
the Crime Doctor . . . Bob Musel,
the New York newspaperman (now
in England), has written the song
hit of London: “The Homecoming
Walti" . . . The mystery murder
(of a diplomat’s wife in that Chicago
hotel) is the exact plot (so far) of a
Universal film starring T. Tone.
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