Western Story Magazine, May 12, 1934 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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| 12. Street & Smith’s vite you to go along.. Your father wont object to that?” “No,” Sally answered. “He'll do anything for me: except consent to me marrying Al. Al’s got to mend his ways and settle dewn, he says. He’s never forgotten. he threw in with Sanchez.” “He’s through with Sanchez and all the rest,”’ Alice said grimly. “He lives for us from-new en. You'll go with us anywhere and help make a new start, Sally?” “Anywhere,” the» red-haired girl answered quietly. Chris Geary, genial and. hard- working, climbed a fence and hailed them, thus preventing further dis- cussion of jail breaks and future plans. Alice smiled and said: “T want Sally to go to town with me. We'll leave te-morrow morn- ing and be back Saturday. How about it?” “Sure,” Chris agreed good-hu- moredly, “providin’ she'll bring me back some tobacco. Sally’s got dinner rassled up, and we can find an extra plate seomewheres, Alice, so you'd better light and sit.” The two girls found time to go into details that afternoon and eve- ning. Everything was settled—Al- ice and Al would leave Calico Springs and notify Sally when they lécated. The latter would ship their belongings, arrange for trusted men to drive their horses and cattle from the valley, and later join them. They left the extra horses outside of town, shopped about, and de- parted at dusk. Shortly after dark- ness fell, they picked up the two horses and quietly made their way to the appointed place. In front of them lay the broad acres of the jail farm. Behind them lay a stretch - of hard ground, then a dusty road. The railway track lay just beyond ley’s. Western Story Magazine _ the road. The station eS town proper were a mile east of the jail. A cricket sang in the thicket where the two girls watched, and from somewhere came the musical murmur of a creek. flowing -over stones. Overhead the stars, with gleaming spearheads at their points, hung lew.. An eternity passed while the girls strained. their eyes at the dark mass which marked the jail. Here and there a faint light gleamed from the dismal structure, but even the lights suggested musty cells. ALLY’S voice broke the silence. S “Alice, ?'m afraid,” she whis- pered. “Not for myself, but for Al! Dad once told me those guards are armed with sawed-off shotguns and .30-30 rifles.” *“Sh-h!” Alice placed a comfort- ing hand on the other girl’s shoul- der—a shoulder that was trembling. “Death in action is better than death by inches in that hell of Beas- 3... 93 “Why don’t they kick him out?” Sally demanded. “He is too strong politically,” Al- ice answered. Whispers were better than the horrible silence and their thoughts as they waited. “Why doesn’t Jud Tremper or some of the Texas Rangers go after Beasley?” Sally suggested. “They’ve rounded up and branded a number of crooked politicians in the past.” “Jud Tremper!” Alice Ford’s voice was freighted with scorn. “Jud Tremper! Rated the greatest Ranger in our time, and what does he do? I'll tell you! When some- body suggested he arrest Sanchez, he lost his health overnight and went to Cuba or some place to rest. And Sanchez killed Tremper’s own brother. Bah!” The shriek of a locomotive whis-