Western Story Magazine, May 12, 1934 — page 102: what you’re looking at

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100 brought him here so that you might give him burial, Jerry.” “Ves,” “Parks,” Elizabeth called, “will you have a horse brought up for me?” Parks had a horse brought up. Elizabeth mounted. : “A spade, Parks,” she said. A puncher brought a spade. Jerry took it. He and Elizabeth started their horses. After a mo- ment of hesitation several punchers moved to follow them. Elizabeth turned in her saddle. | “No, boys,” she said. “This is something special between Jerry Hawley and me—and _ Shorty Flynn.” | The punchers remained where they were. Elizabeth and Jerry rode on. When they were well out on the flat, they dismounted and Jerry laid Bloom’s body on the ground. He dug a four-foot grave in the yielding sand, put Bloom’s body into it, and covered it up. Then he stood erect and looked at Elizabeth. Once more Elizabeth’s eyes were on the stars. If she was sending something up to them, Jerry knew, it was again something for Shorty Flynn and not for Bloom. Her eyes were moist as she dropped them to Jerry’s. | “Shorty Flynn was so very young, Jerry,” she whispered. Jerry's own throat was a little thick. It was a borrowed emotion. Damn it, he couldn’t stand it to see tears in Elizabeth’s eyes. “That,” he growled, “is the devil of it. He was a gay kind of a fella.” “Always joyous,” said Elizabeth. “Yeah. Full 0’ joy up to the top of his head. Friendly to everybody. Well, we got this job done.” Remounting, they rode back to the house. They came upon a ring of men who inclosed all those Street & Smith’s Western Story Magazine prisoners and Parks. As Jerry and Elizabeth stopped, Parks spoke. “Well, whatcha say?” “Guilty o’ cow stealin’, as hell.” “Cer’nly. O’ course. You betcha.” “They’ve tried those men,” said Elizabeth to Jerry. “An’ found them guilty,” Jerry said indifferently. “Well——” Elizabeth hesitated. Parks had been running his eyes around the big circle. They came to rest on Jerry and Elizabeth. “Ho, Jerry, I wanta talk to you,” Parks said. “Come inta the house.” ERRY and_ Elizabeth dis- mounted and went-into the house. Parks followed them. Tyson and his wife came in and went on to the other room. “Elizabeth, you better get some rest,” Parks said. “You ain’t doin’ yourself no good stayin’ up all night.” “Are you going to hang all those men, Parks?” Elizabeth quietly asked. “Now, now,” Parks cried, “don’t you go messin’ in this thing. Me an’ Jerry’ll handle it.” “How many men are there?” “Fifteen left.” “Are you going to hang them?” Elizabeth asked again. “T am,” Parks stoutly answered. “I’m goin’ to make an example of them. I gotta! Good heavens, we been losin’ our cows’ wholesale. We'll lose more ‘less we make an example of somebody. I re’lize that itll bring the rest of all this outfit down on us. house, but we gotta strike an’ keep on strikin’. I wanta talk to Jerry now. Go to bed, Elizabeth.” _ “You couldn’t turn those men over to the sheriff,” said Elizabeth. “Turn them over 42,137, shenfi?” Guilty Mebbe here at the