Pulp Fiction, 1928 · page 42 of 148
Argosy All-Story Weekly, April 28, 1928 — page 42: what you’re looking at
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Rope Neckties By JOHN WILSTACH Author of ** Under Cover Charges,’’ ‘‘ The Devil’s Flower,’’ ‘‘ Forged Faces,’’ ete, He was haunted by a memory that called for revenge, though he seemed just a carefree roamer of the Western cattle ranges WHAT HAS OCCURRED IN PART I ARRY FLINT, who is telling this story, is working as a wandering cowboy in order to find the murderers of his father and brother, who stole all their cattle and horses. He pals up with a wild gunman named Shorty, who does him the favor of killing Slim Quarters, who was about to shoot Harry in an unfair manner. As Slim was a friend of Sheriff Sleepy Kennedy, a posse follows them from town; so they fortify themselves in a rocky shelter known to holdup men. There Harry fights a duel with Sheriff Sleepy, which leaves that official alive, but will get him laughed out of town. Then the two partners eat breakfast, and Harry tells Shorty of his quest for vengeance on the murdering rustlers. CHAPTER IX. HEADING NORTH. “aS to this sheriff person,” Shorty A sums up, “ you runs a blazer on him and gains your p’int. That is some sensible. If you’d wiped him out complete, the posse might have jumped us. You know how it is—some- thing good is always said about the dead. A slain skunk becomes a martyr in mem’ry. He’s lost all his power, alive, and shown up as a yeller belly.” “That was just my ideer,” I tells him, “ though the temptation was great to let him have a dose of lead in his vitals. My thumb itched on the ham- mer after that first shot.” We were packing our stuff readying for departure. I filled a couple of can- teens and we said good-by to that lucky roost. Wisely we led by the reins instead of trying to ride our hosses down that tortuous path. Reaching the stagecoach trail, we mounts and heads them north. It was kind of nice to canter along without that hunted feeling. This story began in the Argosy-Allstory Weekly for April 21 472 (EO) o”OOLK MUNG (C@