Argosy All-Story Weekly, April 28, 1928 — page 63: what you’re looking at

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ROPE NECKTIES, decides he must go. Yet I can’t kill any human in cold blood. I backs my hoss and screams a warn- ing to Shorty. He gallops a few paces away. “ Leary,’ I yells, “you've told ane ali, and more, than I needed to know. So you’re one of the murdering rats that I’m after, eh? Do you know who Iam?” -e “Why,” he mumbles, taken .aback, “Harry Flint, o’ course.” He looks bewildered, but I presses him to the truth. “You dupe,” I snarls, “J’m young Hawley, whose fam’ly and ranch was wiped out by your thieving, killing band. But I’m giving you your chance. Draw! ’Cause I’m throwing down on you.” He streaked to his gun, but mine flashed fire from my hand while he was unlimbering. Twice I shot, once at his heart, and then at his forehead. A moving tar- get, but when I’m right I cannot miss. One bullet whizzed by my ear, another thudded in the dust at my hoss’s legs. Leary toppled in the saddle and then swayed forward. I galloped to the side of his mount and caught the body before it could fall to the ground. Shorty and me both dismounts and lays him down on the ground. 493 After placing his Stetson over Leary’s face I searched for the docu- ment he speaks about, and finds it in a pocket inside his vest, on the right; so there was no blood on it. Dusk was falling over the plains. There was no time for inspection of the paper. “What did you discover?” asked Shorty briefly. “That Renwood is one of the mur- dering cattle barons in the wholesale rustling conspiracy, and Boss Deveture the king of the evil ring. Those pass- words made Leary think I was one of the gang he’d never met, and he talked.” “Pronouncing his death sentence,”’ said my pal with a short laugh. “ You gave him an even break, warned him to reach for his shooting iron, and reached him like lightning.” He glanced at the paper. *“* Mebbe you better let me take care of that,” he suggested, “ for when we get to town a little birdie tells me you are going to be one conspic’ous party. And that has all the earmarks of a sheet supplying val’able information.” I agreed to the logic of this, and handed the paper over to him. Shorty folded it and tucked same under the sweat band of his Stetson, which is a place as good as another. TO BE CONCLUDED NEXT WEEK U U BURIED TREASURE. CANNOT COMPETE FE, looked for it in Boston, Brooklyn, and Baltimore, And in sixteen other cities along our Eastern shore; But failing here to find it, he pushed on to the West And searched Detroit, Chicago, St. Louis, and the rest; In these later cities of his luck he could not boast: So he rambled on through Denver, Cheyenne, and to the Coast. These Occidental cities he searched like one gone mad; And because he was so frantic, there were some who said he had! He tore down to Arizona to the desert’s wide expanse; And there it was he found it—’twas by the slightest chance. Do not ridicule this fellow—he was not out on a lark, He'd found what he desired, he’d found a place to park. Wilfred Lindsay. Gomichbook (E@