The Lampasas Leader (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 47, No. 36, Ed. 1 Friday, June 19, 1936 Page: 4 of 6
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THE STORY FROM THE OPENING CHAPTER
Hook,
would
that,” said Kentucky. “I
out from the gunsmith in
Now I want to know ex-
and why you shoved that
knew Zack San-
Lee found him,”
me
me
tell
for
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WINTER
RAKE
Mrs. P. A. LeCotppte Jr., Mary
Louise LeCompte and Harry Ihnhnm
are spending a few days in Belton
visiting relatives and friends.
Tom, Ruth and Marj* Romans ac-
companied hy their mother, Mrs. Edna
Romans, and Leonard* Nichols spent
Saturday and Sunday at the Texas
Centennial. Mrs. Romans states that
this exposition compares favorably
with any World’s Fair that she has
ever visited. Mrs. Romans, like most
other visitors to the Centennial, thinks
ciallj good. She further stated that
it is possible to see everything at a
minimum of effort as there is a "sight-
seeing, bus that takes passengers all
over the exposition grounds. And
then there are rolling chairs that may
be hired by the hour; these chairs
are shaded and pushed by husky m»n.
T. J. Casbeer Jr., son of Mr. ami
Mrs. T. J. Casbeer, is spending six
weeks at Fort Qlark near Brackett-
vtUer* A cavalry training unit* is lo-
cated at this point. It is necessary
for ail R. O. T. C. students to take
thilt training in order that they shall
receive their reserve commissions at
the completion of their college educa-
tion. T. J. has completed his third
year at Texas A. & M.
you when
Mason?"
tell you! I
anyway half a
W. R. Park left Thursday morn-
ing for Itasca to spend a few days
with his sister.s The latter part of
the week Mr. Park will go to Greeley,
Colo. The Colorado State College of
Education is located at Greeley
Mr. Park will be in school there
til the latter part of the summer,
the end of the summer school
Park intends to visit Yellowstone
National Park.
(By Alan LeMay)
Copyright by Alan DeMay
WNU Service
edge as he came but
gap.
when he got hack to
When he had unsad-
Mr. and Mrs. J. R. Key, M *. and
Mrs. H. N. Key and Newton, Mr, and
Mrs. E. -L. Key all of Lampasas, Mr.
and Mrs. Edgar Black-and family of
Tercple, Mr. and Mrs. W. T. Camp-
ti’I of Houston, and Mrs. Ca ipbell-
S<ott of Lampasas were in Austin,
Sunday as guests of Miss Ruth Key
for a reunion of the Key family.
and
un-
At
Mr.
ing I made Lee saddle up and bring
me. About half way I wished I’cbstny-
f ed where I was. It sure didn’t do me
no good.”
Thare was a moment’s pause while
Kentucuy Jones r waited for the in-
evitable question about how he had
come out with Joe St. Marie. Yet the
.question did not come; and Kentucpy
abruptly recognized that Billy Peter-
sen had not been told anything about
where Kentucky had gone. '
“Do you know where Lee-went?”
he asked Billy.
“He’s gone gunning for Bill Mc-
Cord.” *
“Gunning after—” Kentucky turn-
ed on Jean. “Why didn’t you tell me
this as soon as I came in?”
“I didn’t know it,” she said, the flat
indifference of her voice unchanged.
Billy Petersen said, “Lee told mo
not to say anything about it until he
Kentucky wheeled his horse to tha
trail, and- began the long return plod
to the Bar Hook; and the first faint
grayness of another day was showing
at the earth’s
of Hightman’s
It was noon
the Bar Hook,
died and fed his ridden-out pony he
lost no time in heading for the kit-
chen. Here he was wolfing cold meat
and equally cold potatoes, when Jean
found him. . V
The pallor of fatigue increased the
“That’s what’s gone haywire with-
the Gorforsaken outfit," St. Marie
■aid. There was a fanatic intensity
in the stare which he held upon Ken-
tucky's face. “That man has gone to
pieces,” he insisted. “That man isn’t
right any more. I wouldn’t have left
the Bar Hook at all, only pretty soon
I seen that Campo was getting scar-
ad, and seared of me. That man has
gone to pieces,” St. Marie reiterated.
Kentucky perceived that the man be-
lieved himself to be talking for his
life. “Nobody that knows anything
about this is safe in the same coun-
try with him any more. Maybe you're
not safe yourself, for all you know.
But look, Kentucky, I swear to G—d
Bagland had no call to worry about
me, even if I stayed in the rimrock;
and he has a thousand times less rea-
son to put me out of business, and
head me off from what I’m trying to
do now—or was trying to do,, when
you shot my horse out from under
“What if I wasn’t? That Campo is
a driving fool. I figured I'd done
enough work for one week, and I
me a layoff on my own hobkJ’
“And where were
saw the shooting of
never seen it, I
riding in, but I was
mile off and beyond the ridge when I
heard the shots. I didn’t even sus-
picion anything then. I went up to the
house for grub. All I even seen, when
1 went by the kitchen window was
Campo Ragland cleaning his gun, his
deer rifle. I never even knew Mason
was dead until Lee Bishop fountFbim
that night. And I never knew that
deer rifle killed him until the"sheriff
come out to see about Zack Sanders’
killing, and told us Mason was killed
by a small caliber. I swear—”
“You recognized the caliber of the
gun he was cleaning as you walked
past the window?”
“I went on in the kitchen. He’d put-
it way" from him by then. It was
clear over on the other side of the
room, and I knew that that was the
one he’d had in his hands. I—H -
“How come you to take such close
notice of what was the caliber of the
'gun?”
“How can a feller help knowing the
different guns around a place by
sight? I've used that gun myself.”
Kentucky Jones said slowly, "Was
there anybody else at the ranch house
then?”
“Campo’s girl was there. She was
look of fragility that had altered her
since the death of Mason; but* her
self-sufffcleney seemed to have re-
turned overnight.
Perhaps she had been able to pre:
sent that illusion to the otheis all
along. For a little while she had al-
lowed Kentucky to see what a blind
drift of doubt, fear, parhaps despair,
had possessed her; but now the bars
were up, shutting him out again.
She said in a flat, incurious voice,
“Have a good ride?"
That stopped him foi; a momept.
Last night he had held this girl in his
arms—not momentarily, but for what
might have been an hour; and later,
in a burst of smoking temper, he had
left her standing in the snow with
tears upon her cheeks. He had ridden
all night after a fugitive—perhaps a
murderer; she did not know whether
he had found the man, or killed him,
or what he had learned, if St. Marie
v^as taken alive. Yet tha indifference
tf? her voice suggested literally that
Kentucky might have been the horse
he had ridden—or some other horse.
“I rode through mile after mile of
button hole bushes,” he told her, “all
blooming in the snow. And it looks
as if it might not rain, I hope. Did
your father get back?”
. “No. He’s still in Waterman. So
is Harry Wilson. Doc Harper came"
out. They’ve brought Billy up here
already.’* • \
“The devil! Where is he?” —'
“Here, I said." Her voice took on
a faint edge. “Do you want to see
him?” .
' “Where’s Lee Bishop?”
“He rode out again.”
He gulped down the remainder of
his coffee in silence. And when he
had finished she led him through the
house to the room where Billy Peter-
sen lay. -
He was propped up Th a four-poster
bed that mlixt have been hauled into
the rimrock long ago, in the early
days of the brand.
It could have belonged to no one
but Jean’s mother; and the room it
occupied was obviously the most fa-,
vored room in the house. The walls
were hung with pictures, and a gay-
ety of hooked rugs and cretonne cur-
tains was augmented in warmth and
color by the crackling blaze in the
fireplace.
The cowboy looked out of place as
if he not only had "been put here
against his will, but felt pretty sure
that he would be kicked out as soon
as the old-boss got back. A book,
face down in a chair by the bed, told
Kentucky that Jean had probably been
reading to Billy. Undoubtedly, the
youngster was mystified by all this
attention? Keptucky, however, was
not mystified; the whole thing sug-
gcated that Jean had been moved to
try to make up to Billy Petersen what
could never be made up to Jim Hum-
phrpys, who was dead.
“What are you doing up here?”
Kentucky demanded. “Doc Hopper
fhould have left you down on the
I Bake Pan!”
It wasn’t Doc-.Hopper,‘“Tlilly told
Mrs. Wylie Norred and son, Wylie
Jr. of Mirando City are visiting rela-
tives and friends in Lampasas and
vicinity. Mrs. Norred was reared in
Lampasas and is remembered as
Henrietta Nottingham.
“What difference does it make how
daep I’m in, so "long as I can keep
my mouth shut, and disappear out of
here, I—”
“A lot of difference.” Kentucky told
him. “I d—n well mean to take you
d--------L . * , ■
St. Marie appeared to be dumb-
founded. “Take me back?” he repeat-
ed.
“What did you think I was going to
do, murder you?”
St. Marie stared at him again.
“Yeh," he said at last.
Kentucky rolled a cigarette and
considered. “We don’t seem to see
eye to eye in this, St. Marie,” he said.
“In the first place, I wasn’t sent af-
ter you by Campo Ragland. Campo
doesn’t even know you’ve left the Bar
Hook—bo far as I know. I’ve come
out here to take you back on my own
hook. I guess I’ll ask you a couple
of questions for a change.”
St. Marie shivered, but appeared to
take heart. “And what if I give ypu
the wrong ‘answersf^^he -said, his
tone altering subtly.
“Then," Baid Kentucky, “I suppose
you’ll go right ahead and hang. Don’t
let me stop you.”
“Hang? For what?”
“For the killing of Zack Sanders.”
For an instant St. Marie did not
move. Then he drew a deep breath
and let it go again. “I sure as h—1
don’t know 4vhat you’re talking
about," he said. “Give me a cigar-
otte." j
Kentucky tossed him the makings.
“I’m going to describe a gun to you,”
he said. “The gun I’m thinking of is
a blue-barreled .45. There’s a little
piece split off the wooden part of the
<rip. The serial number looks like
it begins with a 8, but it’s really an
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in the kitchen talking to her father.
They’d been having a fight about
something. But they cut it off quick
when I come in. The girl looked like
she wasn’t feeling so good."
Kentucky leaned forward, and his
voice sounded as if it could saw
chupfcn out of the frozen rock. “St.
Marie, is that* all you know?”
“All I know?" His voice rose in
insolent revolt. “What the h—I do
you think—’■’ He checked. Kentucky
Jones had cocked his gun, and the
small metallic click tamed the bronc
rider more effectively than as if Ken-
tucky had downed him with a rock.
“H—I, Kerttuck," he cried. “I can’t
tell you anything rpore! Sangre! It’s
enough to get my head shot off as it
is!”
“You’re giving me this as the whole
reason for stealing a horse and go-
ing over the hill tonight?”
“In G—d’s name, why wouldn’t I go
over the hill? Here’s Campo with a
killing on his hands that’s stirred up
the rimrock like no killing ever stir-
red it up before. Here’s me, maybe
the only man that knows a thing that
would hang Campo higher than a buz-
zarl. Is that reason for going over
the hill or not? But I tell you I’d
have stayed through if I hadn’t seen
him going to pieces right in front of
my eyes. W’hen fear comes into a
man nobody’s safe.”-,
“I’d give n thousand dollars,” said
Kentucky, “to know if you're telling
the truth.”
For a moment Joe St. Marie drop-
ped his gesticulating hands and said
nothing. Then suddenly—“Give
my saddle," he babbled, “and let
go! I can keep my mouth shut, I
you! I can forget I ever worked
the Bar Hook! I can forget I ever set
eyes on the rim! Let me get out of
this Godforsaken | country and
you’ll—” . J
“For G—d’s sake shut up!” said
Kentucky. He was feeling not less
than two thousand years old, and very
weary of the world. But he did not
hesitate over his decision. “Have you
got any money?” he. said in a dead
voice.
“No.”
“Take your saddle on your back,”
he told St. Marie. “How far is it to
the nearest" place where a man can
borrow a horse?”
“Nine—eleven miles.”
“Take your saddle on your back and
walk. And your bed-roll too. Borrpw
you a horse. See that that horse dies
running—and never let me set eyes on
you again.”
For a moment St. Marie sagged, the
steam taken out of him by the spdden
CHAPTER ft—Continued
The quarter-blood seemed to take a
flying trip on hope. “Look here," he
•aid. “Look here! Campo Ragland’s
got me wrong. I know you don’t know
me very good—but Nombre de Dois,
Kentuck—I swear before God 1’1 tell-
ing you the truth. I’ve shot square
with Campo all along, and all the
Way. He’s got no more reason to send
you to get me, than as if he sent me
to get you. Listen, Kentucky—if I
hadn’t meant to shoot square with
Campo Ragland, do you th(nk I’d have
stayed at the Bar Hook as long as
I did? And I’d have stuck with him
right on through it, too; I’d have
backed his play any way he wanted.
Yea, by G—d, I will yet! Campo Rag-
land had no call on earth to be afraid
tracks blotted out the trail for a
quarter of a mile, and Jones never
found where it branched off. He cast
ahead, trusting to the general lay of
the country to bring him across it
again.
(To be Continued*)
“And just what is this you’re try-
ing to do?”
“All I want is to get out of this
country. Where 1 made my mistake,
I was saving the d—n horse. I should
have pushed through this here gap
| two hours ago. Al) I want of this
business is out.”
“I expect you do," said Kentucky.
“But you’re too deep in this business,
At the inquest into the death of John Mason, hanker, Jean, daughter of
Campo Ragland. owner of the Bar Hdok ranch, where Mason met <|euth. sur-
rMtittawsly passes to Kentucky Jones the bullet which had killed Maxon.
Kentucky goes to work on the Bar Hook ranch. The Mason verdict is acd-
dental death. Bob Elliott, owner of-the adjoining range, drives his cattle «»n
tbe Bar Hook land. Lee Bishop, Ragland’s ranch boss, expostulates, and Bill
McCoriL Elliott’s'foreman, insults him. Bishop and Jones are astounded at
Baglantl's indifference to Elliott’s action. Bishop urges Kentucky to try to
faflucM* Jean to arouse her father. He does so, unwillingly, add her reaction
mystiftto him. Zack Sanders, Bar Hook cook, is found dead, murdered.
Sheriff Hopper announces his knowledge that Mason also wax murdered.
1^.. geeks to trace the ownership of a gun .found on Zack Sanders, as
freeing a bearing on the. mystery. Jean sells him her share in the Bar Hook
raadi, thus giving him a free hand with Elliott. In a gun fight with riders
«f the “88" ranch Jim Humphreys, Bar Hook cowboy, is killed, and his
ds for fighting cowmen, but Ragland counter-
8.” Kentucky told him the rest of
the number.* 1 I
“That’s my gun," said St. Marie.
“Or anyway, it was my gun once.”
“I know
found that
Waterman,
actly when
gun into the hand of Zack Sanders."
“I never did give it to Zack San-
ders,” said St. Marie.
Kentucky Jones lost patience. “Get
yourself ready to walk,” he said. “I
got no time to listen to you lie!”
“Tell me just this one thing,” St.
Marie pleaded. “Where did you get
track of this gun?”
“The gun we’re talking about,” Ken-
tucky said, “was in Zack Sanders’
hand as he lay dead near the Bar
Hook pump house.”
The bronc rider swore softly, "if
you’re trying to hook me into some-
thing by way of that,” he said, "you’re
up the wrong culee. I lost that gun
n a crap game in Waterman four
npnths back. I can name you every
man that was in that crap game, and
.hey’ll swear to what I say; and Ted
Baylor will tell you that gun is the
me he. won fronj me that night."
“Ted Baylor in a crap game with
i bunch of saddle bums,? That’s a
u>t one!” u —
'‘He was drunk, and he just stop-
lied for one pass ax he went through,"
joe St. Marie Insisted. “The lucky
stiff got my guidon that one pass."
“If that’s so," Kentucky said, “that
can be checked up later. For the time
being I’m taking you back.”
“If you aim to take me back, T can
just as well kiss myself good-by right
now. I ain’t got a Chinaman’s chance
of living to see trial—and well you
know it! I thought you swung with
Campo Ragland. I even thought you-
were thick with Ragland’s girl. You
sure had me fooled.”
“What makes you think I
swing with Ragland?”
“If you swung with the Bar
the last thing you’d want to do
be to drag me back into this case.”
“Then come clean and come quick—
I’m cold, and I’ m stiff, and I'm ready
to ride!”
The bronc rider was beginning to
crack under the strain. “1 don’t know
what your side is," he said hoarsely,
“nor who you think you’re working
for, or why. But if you’re fool enough
to think you’re helping out Campo
Ragland, you’re making one'h—1 of a
blunder.” "*
“Answer me this,” said Kentucky,
“and if I figure you’ve answered me
with a lie, We’re going to start back
right now without
What do you know
of Sanders?”
“I swear I never
ders was dead until
St. Marie said passionately.
-r- “Then tell me this," said Kentucky
again. “You saw the killing-of Ma-
son?” j
“No," said St. Marie violently. “No!
I wasn’t anywhere near it”
“It’s pretty well known,” said Ken-
tucky, “that you weren’t where you
any more talk, steam taken out of him by the spdden
about the killing Realization that he had got out of nis
box. But true to that dark strain in
his blood, he had no word of thanks,
no word for his luck; his next remark
was in the fo>m of a complaint.
“I can’t walk all that," he said.
“That’s a long day’s walk. And car-
rying a saddle and a-bed-roll—”
“You’ve got better than two hourr ;
beore morning,” said . Kentucky.!
“You’ll borrow that horse.ns the sun :
comes up. Have they got a- phone
th#F4?’’ ---------------------
“No.”
“Good.”
“But look—if they ever catch up
with me they’ll have me bai-k here
fqr horse stealiag.”
“Yes," said Kentucky. “I wouldn't
trust you loose if I didn’t know theei’d
be h—1 on your heels as you go.”
Kentucky pulled off his gloves and
looked through his pockets. He found
six dolalrs in silver cart wheels, and
tossed them onto St. Marie’s blapket.
“I’ve got just one mpre thing to say
to you,” he Jaid. “If ever I see you
m this Country again—go for your
iron, because I’m going to gun you
down. And if ever Campo Ragland is
tried for murder, no matter on whose
sayso—even if you’ve kept your
mouth shut—I’ll hunt you down if it
takes .a lifetime. You hear me?"
“You’ll have to come deep into
Sonora,” said St. Marie, “if you want
to see me again.”
........"T don’t." Help"The get this horse off
the trail. That bullet through his
withers is going to make him draw
favorable notice, if he’s found."
Kentucky got the steel-dust pony;
he piit his lasso-rope on the dead horse
and with the assistance of. Joe St.
Marie on foot dragged the earcass to
a point from which it could be pitched
over a drop, out of sight of the trail
until the coyotes had time to do their
work.
•“Give me my gun,” said St. Marie.
“I’ll have to tell them 1 broke my
horse’s leg and had to shoot him—
and what will they think if I have no
gun?" '
“Tell them- you had to take your
5-
RIFLE MATCH HELD SUNDAY
---- V
The Lampasas Rifle Club was host
Sunday to some forty trigger squeez-
ers. The match was held at the rangs
on |he Country Club grounds. There
were three events, und some excep-
tionally good scores were turned in.
Dr. H. R. Buchanan, secretary of the
local club, wax in charge of arrange-
ments, and he did more than a cred-
itable job in arranging this meet.
It was stated by a number of the
visitors here that it was as good ax
many state meets that they had at-
tended. Lampasas is centrally locat-
ed and a great many* rifle addicts did
not have to travel as far as they us-
ually to to attend a good match. Con-
testants were here from San Antonio.
Austin, Waco, Gatesville, Temple and
Dallas.
Event No. 1, which was from the
50 yard mark, usjng iron sights, was
won by L. P. Bartlett of San Antonio
with a score of 197. G. B. Scott, and
A. R. Martin, both of San Antonio
won second and third places respec-
tively. This event turned out to be
a San Antonio affair. ,
J. B. Kellum of Austin, Mrs. L. P.
Bartlett of San Antonio, and R. C.
Pope of Dallas were the three prize
winners in the second event, which
>vas from the century marker with ’ T
iron sights. Mr. Kellum's score was
198.
The third event was a combination
affair from the 50 and 100 yard mark-
ers with any sights. R. C. Pope of
Dallas was the pace setter in this
event, and his score was 396. Pope
was closely contested by G. B. Scott
of San Antonio, who got second place;
and by V. A. Moore of Dallas who
ranked third.
In the aggregate scares R. C. Pope
of Dallas was first, G. B. Scott of
San Antonio was second, while V. A.
M<>ore of Dallas was the third place
winner.
Dr. H. R. BUchanan won the Chal-
lenge Trophy, this event was open to
local club members only. According
to the rules governing this trophy
Dr. Buchanan may be challenged in
two weeks to defend his holding of
the trophy.
This match was a very definite suc-
cess, and it is likely that many of the
visitors who were here for th« June
14* meet will be clamoring for the
local club to stage another affair.
was long gone. I wouldn’t say any-
thing now; except I sure don’t like
this business, Kentuck—I
maybe you’d want to go and side him,
_or something."
“Dear G ~d!” Kentucky
“Right into their hAnds! How long
has he been gone?”
“About two hours.”
“Was he going straight to the 88?"
“No; I don’t guess he was going to
the 88 at all. He figureci he’d go over
in the West Cuts. He figures Bill Mc-
Cord has been over working in there.
Naturally, he was hoping for a chance
to get McCord alone.”
“And I’m supposed to be able to go
over and pick him up in the West
Cuts," Kentucky raved.
“Well, he didn’t ask no one to pick
him up.”
“Next thing we’ll be tying him on
o pack mule," Kentucky growled, and
went out Wke n long-horn bull on the
prod.
Going through the kitchen Ken-
tucky Jones caught up his sheep-lined
coat with one hand and a handful of
coi<T French Tried potatoes.in the oth-
er, for he was wolf-hungry yet, and
didn’t know when he would get a
chance to eat again. Out at the coi ral
he picked out a blocky zebra dun
horse, dropped his rope on it, and
■swung his saddle aboard. Two min-
utes later he was riding westward at
a light trot.
In that country of canyoft-sl’ishod
rimrock no part of Wolf Bench could
be called unbroken; but to the stran-
ger the branching and forking can-
yons of the West Cuts presented a
discouraging maze. The abrupt walls
of the canyons, dropping sheer hun-
dreds of feet from the levels of the
bench, offered a series of appalling
barriers, repeatedly demanding de-
tours of unknown length. Riders lopg
in the. rinir<>. k learned a thousand
ways to get into those canyons and
out of them again; but to the rider
who did not know them it too often
appeared that there were no ways at
all.
Kentucky Jones was anything but
familiar with the intricacies of the
West Cuts. But he knew the gen-
eral lay of the land and the typical
tricks of canyons; and he knew what
men were likely to do who were work-
ing stock. He estimated that he had
one chance in ten of coming upon
either Lee Bishop or the ineh Lee
Bishop sought.
This one chance in.ten was. as Ken-
tucky saw it, Lee Bishop’s chance for
life. He did not believe that Lee
Bishop could out-gun Bill McCord, nor
that McCord's men would award Bish-
op an even break. Unhurriedly, Ken-
tucky Jones set out" to find Bishop
if he could.
For three hours he followed Bish-
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The Lampasas Leader (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 47, No. 36, Ed. 1 Friday, June 19, 1936, newspaper, June 19, 1936; Lampasas, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1199613/m1/4/: accessed July 4, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Lampasas Public Library.