Western Story Magazine, May 12, 1934 — page 67: what you’re looking at

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— Trail Pardnets — selves, ” Dad Morton always told him, “you're in a fair way of becom- ing a good deputy.” And “Bud” never gave up trying. He broke into a run which carried him to the fight within five minutes. He got a leg, which happened to be- Jong to Poke Tupper, and pulled. As Hard-rock’s fist was buried in Poke’s hair, the little sourdough came along, too. “Let go, dang it,” Poke groaned; “my hair’s comin’ out by the roots.” Bud dragged them through the - door and heaved them into a snow bank. “Now cool off,’ he admonished. “As fast as you start fighting, [ll throw you back.” The two circled and considered their chances against the best man either had ever seen in action. “It'll be fightin’ the Law, any- way,’ Poke muttered, seeing a way out. 3 “Don’t let that stop you,” Bud countered, removing his deputy marshal’s shield. There was a _ silence—a silence Bud did not spoil by grinning. . Pres- ently he said: “You’ve been partners too long to break up this way. You need each other.” “Need hell!” Hard-rock exploded. “Any time I can’t get alone without Poke, Pll go. back to a bottle and teethin’ ring.” “Why, you shrimp,” Poke snarled. “You’ve been a handicap as long as I’ve known you. Every time I come to a deep stream, I have to pack you across or fall a tree for a bridge, else you'll drown.” “Who keeps the camp in meat?” Hard-rock demanded. pack the biggest load up a moun- tain? The answer is, Hard-rock Shipley.” “Now just a minute,” Bud inter- WS—5B ‘Who ean 65 rupted. “You need each other. You’re an ideal combination and can accomplish more, working together, ‘than any two men I know. We've been hoping you’d tackle the Iron -Mountain country as soon as the ice went out. If there’s gold up there, you two will find it. You’ll move slowly and blaze a safe trail for others, too. If you don’t go, a lot of chechahcos will get lost, fall into glaciers, or be swept away by white water. The country needs you. Now shake, and make up.” The two glared and neither made a move. ~ Youd be helpless without each other,” Bud insisted. “T’m goin’ to show this monkey just how much he needs me and how little I need him by goin’ it alone.” Poke sneered. ‘It’s no use, Bud. You're just wastin’ your ‘breath. We know your intentions are good, but the road to hell is paved with good intentions.” Bud knew men and he knew this stubborn pair was determined to split. “I’ve done my best,” he said. “You're crazy, both: of you. And when you hear of some poor cuss being drowned or lost in a glacier crevasse in the Iron Mountain country, just remember if you’d have stuck together, blazed a good trail $3 “T’ll blaze the trail myself,” Poke grated. “Divide the stuff up.” - “T’ll do the dividin’ up,” Hard- rock shouted. “You don’t cheat me, you string bean!” “You and who else?” Poke coun- tered. “I’ve got just as much right to do the dividin’ as you have.” “Keep your shirts on, both of you,’ Bud said sharply. ‘T’ve never seen men to be so consistently wrong. IJ’ll do the dividing. Get your stuff together.” Gomichboo S (CORN