Page\ 3 SOUTHERN OREGON MINER Friday, May 23, 1941 CLASSIFIED DEPARTMENT built up shoulders. this design urc purities. INSTALLMENT 10 Dusty King and Lew Gordon had built •p a vast string of ranches in the West. King was killed by his powerful and un­ scrupulous competitor, Ben Thorpe Bill Roper, King's adopted son. was deter­ mined to avenge hl» death in spite of CHAPTER XIII—Continued But now the scar-mouthed man spoke suddenly; from his position at one side he had dared flick his eyes to the door. "Walk, look out! Don't turn! Watch this buzzard, but wheel back and stand by me!” Into the front of the bar two men had come; they came striding back the length of the room; their spurs Tinging brokenly. Roper did not see their guns come out. But suddenly the weapons of both of them ap- peared in their hands, smoothly and easily, from no place. The two men were Lee Hamish and Tex Long. Tex Long's .45 clicked in the palm of his hand as it came to full cock. He said. "Howdy. Bill. A spic girl just brought us word. Dave Shan­ non and Hat Crick Tommy are up the street And Dry Camp Pierce." “Gosh.” Lee Harnish said, “we've been hunting you for two months! You want us to blast these Indians, boss?” Bill Roper drew a deep breath. and grinned, At first he could not even appreciate that here, at last, were the leaders he needed for his great raid. All he could think of was that he had been reprieved from certain death; and he knew that life was good. CHAPTER XIV THE STOKY SO FAB: opposition by his sweetheart. Jody Gor­ don. and her father. Roper's successful raids against Thorpe's Texas holdings wiped him out of the state. Roper then left for Thorpe's Montana ranches. Jody, told that her father's life was in danger. mained; his influence extended over many bands, and more than one tribe. "I don't hold with dealing with red niggers, much," Dave Shannon said. "These bucks are forced out of their ranges without any deal made whereby they get fed." Roper said. "Half of them are in as pitiful a state of starvation as you ever saw. A big part of the blame for that is on Walk Lasham. Now I aim to square the deal." "I already made us a rendezvous with Iron Dog. before I knew you were in on this." Bill Roper told them now. “Inside of a month Iron Dog will be camped on the Milk Riv­ er with anyway seven or eight bands.” "Seven or eight bands’" Tex Long shouted at him. "My God, there'll be worse than a thousand Indians on the Milk!" "A thousand, hell!" Roper said. "If there aren’t that many buck war­ riors alone, I’ll eat the beef myself! The men in this little cabin were not easily surprised, and less easily shocked or awed; but their usually unrevealing faces now gave them away. "God Almighty!” Dave Shannon said. It was almost a prayer. "He’s done it now," Hat Crick Tommy said slowly. "You know noe left her home to' rtde 500 miles to warn him. Walk Laaham. manager of Thorpe's holdings In Montana, saw Rop­ er sitting alone and unarmed in a saloon one day. Gun tn hand. Uihtm pre­ pared to kill his hated antagonist. • months their chuck wagons will be heading out, and the deep gruss will be full of their riders. We have to move and move quick." "It might be." Dry Camp Pierce declared himself, “it just could be done.” A hard gleum was coming into the old rustler's wury eyes. "And if it can—great God! There's never been nothing like this!" The others seemed to have had the breath knocked out of them by the unheard-of scope, the bold dar­ ing. the headlong all-or-nothing char­ acter of the plan. "This is bigger than the Texas raids,” Tex Long said wonderingly. "This is bigger than anything has ever been!” Suddenly Dave Shannon smacked his thigh with his huge hand. "By God. I believe it'll bust ’em!” Over the pack of outlawed young­ sters had come a wave of that fa­ natic enthusiasm which sometimes sways men as they face the im- possible, but Roper, strangely, was unable to share it. The great raid be had planned all winter now seemed futile—a plan senseless and cold. "Bill.” said Lee Hamish, "what's the matter with you? You got chills and fever, or something?" Roper spoke to Harnish alone, as if he had forgotten the others. "That letter was from Jody Gordon,” said. "Bad news, son?" "I don't know. She wants me come to Ogallala." •When?” "Now—right away. "What for? Does she "She says she needs me; she says she needs me bad, and right away. I guess she does, all right. If she didn't, I don’t believe she'd ever write, to me." The faces of the wild bunch rid­ ers were expressionless, noncommit­ tal; Roper knew they wouldn't have much to say. They were youngsters still—all except Pierce; but their faces were carved lean and hard by long riding, and a lot of that riding had been for him. He stood up, shaking his shoulders. "Catch up your ponies." "We pulling out? Tonight yet?" "You bet your life we are. Ought to make Red Horse Springs by mid­ night." '"And after that." Hamish said slowly, "what is it. Bill? Is it Ogal­ lala?” Once more the silence, while they waited for Bill. "It's the, raid,” Roper said. • The tribute implied by the re-gath­ ering of the wild bunch leaders was one of the most extraordinary things that had ever happened in Bill Rop­ er’s life. There was not much to their story. Driven out of Texas on the eve of Bill Roper’s victory, for a while they had gone their separate ways. But gradually they had drift­ ed together again, in the Indian na­ tions, at Dodge, in the northern cow camps. With Cleve Tanner broken in Texas, and the roots cut from under Ben Thorpe's organization by the loss of his breeding grounds, the outlaw riders found themselves un­ willing to leave their work unfin- lshed. So at last they had come looking for Roper—and had found him. The first thing was to get them out of there. He named as rendezvous a lonely shanty on Fork Creek. Roper himself was the last to ride out of Miles City. Seasoned night riders though these men might be, with names now famous the length of the trail, most of them were youngsters still. No one of them could be trusted not to get a skinful of liquor, and go gunning for La sh­ “Now I aim to square the deal.” am’s men on his own hook. CHAPTER XV Roper was relieved, therefore, what happens when you throw that upon riding into the Fork Creek ren­ many loose Indians together? You Lew Gordon came stumping across dezvous in the dreary February twi­ got a war on your hands, by God! the corral of his little Miles City light, to find his Texas men already They’ll come whooping down Mon­ house, his spurs ringing at every waiting for him there. They were tana—they’ll tear the country wide stride. His big hands, rope-hard­ eating fresh beef, but not their own, open! The whole frontier will go up ened and thickened at the knuckles, as Roper came into the little cab­ in a bust of smoke. Nothing'll ever swung loose at his sides; but his in, stamping the snow off his boots. stop ’em, once they get together like face had the look of a man beset Lee Harnish looked sheepish. that!” Opening the back door of the "One thing will.” “Say, I forgot something. I got a house he sent a great roar through "What win?" letter for you here." the walls—“Jody! Jody, where are "Grub,” said Roper. Roper took the worn envelope and you? ” “That might be so.” Dave Shan­ stood turning it over in his hands. She answered him, and Lew Gor­ non admitted. “ I never yet see an The date showed it to be three weeks don went to find her. old—no great age, everything con­ Indian go to war on a full stom­ "What’s the meaning of this?” was sidered. But what took hold of him, ach . . .” his greeting as his daughter came A tensity had come into that dark so that for a full minute he dared running to him through the house. not break the seal, was that the cabin; they were realizing now that “You were supposed to stay in Ogal­ they stood in the shadow of events of letter was from Jody Gordon. lala!” Roper ripped open the envelope, a magnitude they had not dreamed. Jody threw her arms about his The whole note covered no more In the quiet. Bill Roper’s hands kept neck and pulled his head down to creasing and recreasing the letter than half a page; but as he folded kiss him; but Lew Gordon was not it and put it into a pocket, his hands from Jody Gordon. A faint damp­ to be put off. were shaking in a way that would ness showed on his forehead, but "That horse wrangler just brought have cost him his life if he had been his fingers acted cold and awkward. me word that you was here.” he “There’s five of us here,” Tex walking into a gunfight then. There Long said. "You expect us to just said. “There’s a pretty kettle of was a long silence. soap, when some horse wrangler With a visible effort, Roper suddenly feed every Indian in crea­ knows more about where a man's tion? ” pulled himself together. Briefly he "I’ve got twenty-seven riders wait­ daughter is at than he know* him­ told them what his new wild bunch ing to throw in with us at the first self!” had done. "Dad. will you please sit down? •'But we haven’t even scratched word.” I tell you, I want to talk to you!” "Twenty-seven riders? Where? ” the surface,” he finished. "Unless "Oh, all right." Lew Gordon "All over Montana. What do you we hit Walk Lasham quick and hard, flopped into a chair, jabbed hi* spurs Thorpe will get his balance again, think I did all winter? Holed up like into the floor at long range, and a she-bear? ” and reach his roots back into Texas; Silence again, while they all stud­ tore off.another huge mouthful of and all the work we did down there beef. ied Roper. will go for nothing.” "There are two pieces of bad "How many you figure to move? ” "Me,” Tex Long said, "I aim to news,” Jody said now. "First thing. Tex Long asked at last. swing with you, and try to finish up Roper's voice was so low they Ben Thorpe has cut under us if. what we begun. But, way I see it, could hardly hear his words. “Be- the bidding for the government con­ the layout up here is terrible bad, tween twenty and thirty thousand tracts, at Dodge.” for our style of work.” A spark leaped into Lew Gordon’* head. ” “There isn’t any profit in the way eyes; under the pressure of the last Tex Long threw his hat against I figured," Roper admitted. "I’ve two years he had turtied edgy and been taking a pasear up along the the roof poles in a gesture of com- garrulous, as if his mind had be- I | plete impatience. “ Dead of winter. ” Canadian border; I figure it’s an come hasty on the trigger, now that easy drive. If you criminals are he said; “maybe having to fight his hands were idle. "I might have part of the time; why, thirty-forty willing to come on and take one known it!” his big voice boomed. more crack at Thorpe and Lash­ cowboys couldn’t drive—” “We don’t have to handle this “Those infernal—” am—" "The loss of those contracts is go­ stock like fat beef,” Roper remind­ “There’s no one beyond the bor­ ing to hurt," Jody said; "I’ve ed him. "We don ’ t have to pull up der that’s needing any stock,” Dry for quicksand, or stampede losses, brought the books up into fair shape, Camp Pierce said gloomily. and it looks to me as if King-Gordon "Dry Camp,” Bill Roper said, or high water. If a hundred head is starting the worst year in his­ get swept down a river, what the "I’m thinking of the tribes." tory. If the losses go on piling up There was a moment’s silence. hell? Some different Indians will get the way they are—” hold of ’ pm downstream. Working ’•Granting that Canada’s full of war Jody Gordon came and sat on the paint,” Tex Long said; "how the that way, hard and fast, thirty cow­ arm of her father’s chair. "There boys can move every head in Mon ­ devil—” was a man rode up to Ogallala from tana!" “I’ve talked to Iron Dog.” Dodge City,” she said. "He brought “ We ’ re terrible short of time, ” Every one of them, each in his some very peculiar news, and I don’t own way, pricked up his ears at Tex Long said. like it at all.” “ I know it; in another couple of that Iron Dog was a famous war­ "If that renegade Colorado outfit rior chief of the Gros Ventre Sioux. think they’re going to—” Lew Gor­ THIS is A Ragged and starving, his decimated don began. band driven far out of their home "This was a Bill Roper man,” country. Iron Dog no longer was the Jody said. stubbornly resisting force which had SUPERIOR SERIAL Lew Gordon checked as suddenly otice made his name. 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