Western Story Magazine, May 12, 1934 — page 45: what you’re looking at

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Outlaws Of Calico Hole thing, nor care for anybody but yourself.” “Ym going to get m one word,” he growled. “Be sure you don’t marry Sanchez until Al is m the clear. Will you promise me that?” “Yes,” she flung over her shoul- der as she hurried away. Her fists were clenched, and tears were run- ning down her cheeks. At first they were angry tears, then they changed to the tears of a girl who was griev- ously disappointed in the man she loved. sanchez was smoking and walking the piazza, and as she neared her cabin, he saw her. His eyes nar- rowed, and he smiled. He knew when a girl was angry with her lover, and experience had taught him when a girl is blinded by anger, she is in- clined to do foolish things. There is a very human desire to want to “show” somebody a thing or two. “Alice!” he called softly. “Have you made up your mind?” “Yes,” she answered desperately, “I’m going to aecept your bargain.” “Ah! You make me happy. One minute, please.” He moved with his tigerish stride into the cabin, and returned in a moment with a dia- mond ring. “Stolen,” he said proudly, “five years ago and treas- sured until this hour.” He slipped the ring onto Alice’s finger, con- scious her hand was like clay. He bowed and kissed the hand, mock- ery in his eyes, while she stood rigid until he had released her hand. The first link in the chain he was forg- ing to hold her was gold. “Now what are you going to do about Al?” she asked. “In the morning you shall leave for Wagon Gap, provided with money, he promised. “Then it had better not be money Dan Stuart stole from the bank,” 43 she suggested, “or ney arrest me, — too.” “It shall be money I soceived in an honest transaction, my sweet- heart—the sale of rustled cattle. Good night and—pleasant dreams,” he said softly, as she ran up the steps and entered her cabin. . lowing morning, carrying five thousand dollars, and on her arrival at Wagon Gap, she put up at the best hotel, a two-story brick building next to the bank. ‘The deputy sheriff in charge of the dis- trict, having returned from a‘ wild- goose chase to Sundown Creek, promptly called. He did not bow nor kiss her hand, but he was po- lite and smiling, though firm. “T’ve got to ask you some ques- tions, Méiss Ford. Where have you been the last two months?” “Tt haven't been robbing any banks, ner aiding any one in a jail break,” she answered evenly. “Al broke jail, with Dan Stuart’s help. They called at our ranch and rode on to Calico Hole. Al was sick, and I did what any sister would do— followed him into the Hole and cared for him. If that’s a crime in Texas, you’re going to have a sweet time getting a jury of Texans to convict any girl for doing as I have ere left Calico Hole the fol- done.” And she smiled right back at him. “I’m here to see Al is given justice, something he did not get before. I have been provided with money—not stolen money, either—~ and I’m going to send for Judge Ritchie to act as Al’s attorney.” “I’ve no quarrel with you, miss,” the deputy answered. “Al did get a wrong deal from Beasley im jail. Beasley controlled politics, and things happened some of us hked none too well. Yenrr-trether ts ip