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CHAPTER I—A rustler has been killed by
someone unknown, by a shot In the back.
Calhoun Terry, manager of the Diamond
Reverse Ranch, is looked upon suspicious*
ly by other rustlers and small ranchmen
when he visits Round Top. Terry has sold
out his own small ranch and has been in
bad odor with the small men since he Joined
the big outfit.
CHAPTER n—Terry talks over the kill
ing with Editor Garvey, his friend.
CHAPTER HI—As Terry mounts his horse
to return to the ranch, a shot hits his hat.
CHAPTER IV—EUen Carey, daughter of
“u Po,‘™aster. has recently returned from
school. On a ride during the early morn
ing. she sees a couple of men driving cattle
a distance away. One of them, she
thinks, is Jeff Brand, an engaging young
man suspected of being a rustler.
CHAPTER V—Managers of the big
ranches are in session to discuss steps
against the rustlers.
CHAPTER VI—Ellen hears a shot on an
other morning ride. She meets Terry. He
tells her a rustler named Tetlow has been
killed. They ride together.
CHAPTER VII—Sheriff Hart rides out to
Calhoun’s ranch to ask him about his find
ing Tetlow’s body.
CHAPTER VIII—The sheriff reports to a
crowd of small ranchmen and rustlers Ter
ry’s account of his movements. One point
is not explained the tracks of two
horses leaving the scene towards town. El
len finally comes forward to explain that she
had been Terry’s companion on that ride.
CHAPTER IX—Clint E'.lison, manager of
another of the big ranches, drops in on Ter
ry to tell him of a plan to bring in former
deputy marshals from Texas and Oklahoma
to run down rustlers and kill them without
trial. Terry objects.
CHAPTER X—At Denver, the Western
Cattleman’s Association meets to deal fur
ther with the rustler problem.
CHAPTER XI—Jeff Brand practically pro
poses to Ellen.
CHAPTER XII—Ellen tells Cal Terry she
is of the opinion that he can persuade the
big ranches to stop the killings.
CHAPTER Xin—Calhoun informs Ellison
to cut him out of the deal cooked up by the
big ranchers.
CHAPTER XIV—Returning from Ellison’s
ranch, Calhoun is fired upon from ambush.
After two shots fired at him from a rifle,
he heard two other shots from a revolver
and later discovered the body of Black Yea
ger, a rustler. Yeager had been killed by
a revolver shot. A note written pinned to
the body stated “this is what happens to rus
tlers.” Terry sends for Postmaster Carey
and Jeff Brand.
CHAPTER XV—Carey and Brand arrive
at Terry's ranch and he tells them the
story of the latest shooting.
(Now go on with the story)
“Better sit down, gentlemen,” Cal
houn said.
Brand looked at him, hostility in
his hard eyes. “1’11 stand.”
The ranch manager’s gaze met his
coldly. “Better take a chair, Mr.
Brand. This isn’t a social occasion.
After we get through with our busi
ness you can shoot at me just as
properly as you could have before!”
“Is it straight goods that Black
Yeager has been killed?” blurted
out Jeff.
“Yes. That’s why I sent for you.”
“Who killed him?”
“I don’t know. It looks as though
he had been killed by a man sup
posed to be his friend.”
Brand sat down. “All right. Spill
it. I’ll listen.”
Calhoun Terry told the story of the
attack on him.
Jeff Brand said bluntly, “That’s
your story. Sounds likely, doesn’t
it? Black and this friend of his
were trying to drygulch you, then
suddenly the side-kick turns on
Black and blasts him. I reckon al
most anybody would believe that.”
Carey leaned back in his chair.
It was not a convincing story, but
that was one reason for not reject
ing it too hurriedly.
“Don’t get on the prod, Jeff,” the
owner of the Box 55 suggested. “Mr.
Terry could have buried the body
if he had been minded that way.
He didn’t have to send for us and
tell a yarn so improbable that I
reckon it must be true.”
“How could it be true?” demand
ed Brand angrily. “Why would two
guys waylay this fellow and then
one of them gun the other? It don’t
make sense. Who was the bird that
did it? Have you got any friends
who would go out with you to do a
job and right when you were doing
it pour slugs into you?”
“I hope not," Carey said. “But
I’m not Black Yeager. He was a
tough, surly hombre, and there
might be one of his so-called friends
waiting to get a chance at him.”
“So he rode with Black for a cou
ple of hours and didn’t crack down
on him till he knew there was a wit
ness in the neighborhood to testify
against him later maybe. Too thin,
Lane. I’m not that easy.”
The rustler swung round on the
Diamopd Reverse manager sharp
ly. “What was the idea in sending
for me?”
The frosty blue eyes of Terry met
those of the outlaw steadily. “The
idea is to have you examine the
ground and see for yourself. I don’t
enjoy the reputation of being a man
who kills from ambush.”
“Queer you have a habit of being
around when these murders take
place. You're mighty unlucky, or
else .”
“Did you bring the body in, Mr.
Terry?” Carey asked.
“No, I thought it better for you to
see it on the ground.” He added:
“Two of my riders are camping out
in the grove to keep o wild ani
mals. We can’t read sign till morn
ing. You had better turn in and
get some sleep. We’ll have break
fast early and take off by day
“That’s good medicine,” Carey
agreed. “How about it, Jeff?
“No obligations on either side, Mr.
Brand,” his host said. “As I men
tioned before, a strictly business
transaction. There will still be an
open season on me.”
Jeff took his sarcasm sulkily, but
u QJi
he’made ho protest.
Brand and Carey followed Terry
to the dining-room. Jim Wong had
set two places. There were sand
wiches on a platter and a pot of cof
fee beside some cups. A bottle of
whiskey and glasses were on the
“You’ve had a long ride in the
rain,” the foreman said. “Jim Wong
fixed you up a little refreshment.
I’ll have your horses looked after
while you eat.”
He left his two guests to them
“Terry is no more guilty than I
am,” Carey said. “At least I don’t
think so. But we’ll know more about
this tomorrow.”
Lane leaned forward and spoke,
almost in a murmur. “Has it ever
struck you, Jeff, that the big cow
outfits may have stock detectives
right in our midst?”
“You mean some of their own
“No, I don’t. Somebody closer to
the rustlers. One who sees them of
tener and maybe rides around with
them. A nester, perhaps.”
Brand thought it over. “Might be
so. If I could prove it on one I
would sure give him a quick ticket to
Kingdom Come. But what has that
got to do with this affair?”
“Might have nothing to do with it.
Might have a lot. A spy like that
who could be hired to give away
his friends would not stop at murder
from ambush.”
The three men breakfasted early
and were on their way before sun
up. They took with them a pack
horse to bring back the body. During
the night the rain had spent itself
and there was now not a cloud in the
'The Diamond Reverse riders
joined them at the edge of the grove.
“Tracks of the horses are still
showing,” one of them said. “I was
scared the rain might wash them
out, but it didn’t come down hard
Carey and Brand examined the
body. It told a story of unexpected
death. The powder burns on the
face showed that the revolver had
been fired very close to the victim.
“Lemme see that note the fellow
pinned to Black’s coat,” Jeff said.
Calhoun took it from his pocket
book and handed it to the rustler.
Brand studied it for several min
utes. “I’ve seen writing like that
somewhere, but I can’t just remem
ber when,” he mentioned to Carey.
“Look how he makes his s's, with
the tails flying away.”
The Bar 55 owner shook his head.
“Can’t prove it by me. Maybe I’ve
seen it, but I wouldn’t remember
Brand put the note in his pocket.
“Mind if I keep it?” he said to Ter
ry insolently. His manner suggest
ed that he intended to keep it wheth
er the foreman minded or not.
“Not at all. Nate Hart may want
to keep it, but you fix that up with
him.” Terry’s voice was scornfully
On the way back to the ranch Car
ey rode beside Terry and Brand
with the two cowboys.
“I reckon we have come to the
same opinion as you did, Cal,” the
man from Black Butte told his com
“What opinion?” Terry inquired.
“That this killing was done by a
cattle detective hired by some of the
big outfits.”
“That’s my opinion, is it?” the
Diamond Reverse manager asked
“I think so. It explains the facts
better than anything else I can fig
ure out. My notion is you wanted to
put us on our guard against this
“Even if I was employing him.”
“I don’t believe you are in this at
all, but I expect you can give a
good guess who hired this killer.”
Terry said tonelessly, “I don’t
know anything about it."
“Well, I’ll leave it there, Cal,"
Lane Carey concluded. “A wink is
as good as a nod to a blind horse.
I’ve a notion you don’t like this
state of affairs any better than I
“I don’t,” the ranch superintend
ent agreed. “I hate being blamed
for it when I’m not guilty. I would
like the word passed out that if I
ever help to get rid of cattle thieves
it will be in the open.”
“I’ve already told the boys that.”
Black Yeager was buried at Round
Top, and his funeral was the largest
ever held in the county. The feel
ing was very bitter, and it was al
most unanimous against the big
ranches among those at the grave
yard. Even the people who did not
justify rustling resented this high
handed destruction of suspected
men who had not been found guilty
by a jury. Among the rustlers them
selves, a mounting fear lay back of
their furious rage. A killer was
loose in the land, and he might strike
at any one of them next.
Several men without property
slipped away quietly, not advertising
their destination. They crossed the
line into Montana or Colorado, or
eastward into one of the Dakotas.
“Bart Dennison pulled his freight
last night,” Lee Hart said. “Left on
the train for Cheyenne.”
Jeff Brand’s laughter was brittle.
“Some folks scare easily,” he said.
Through the window his words
reached Ellen. She had no doubt
he was a thief, but she applauded
the spirit of his defiance. What he
had told her about Pete Tolman was
even more true of himself. He had
lived fully, physically at least. There
was in him a deep capacity for en
joyment. But though mere exist
ence. was. a delight ta him. he would
not buy it at too big a price. He
would net run away. He would stay
and fight it out to a finish.
“I dunno,” Turley said. “All right
to fight back when you know what to
fight. But it’s too late when you
got a bullet in the belly. I’m not
blaming Bart none. When I’m out on
the hills I feel right goosy myself.”
“If a fellow hasn’t got sand in
his craw he’s got no business liv
ing here,” Brand retorted, scorn
etching his voice. “He’d better get
a job at a livery stable washing bug
gies and watering horses.”
A rider was dismounting at the
hitch-rack. They watched him walk
across the dusty road to join them.
The man was Roan Alford.
“Cuth Rogers got in from Elk
Creek an hour or so ago,” he men
tioned. “Says Jim McFaddin of the
Flying V was shot yesterday."
“Terry is no more guilty than
I am,” Carey said.
“Shot?” demanded the crook-nosed
Turley. “You mean, on purpose?”
“Yep. Some of the riders of his
ranch heard the shooting and came
a-running. They found him dead.
He had his six-gun out and had fired
it twice. Fellow had sent a revolver
bullet right spang through the
Brand asked a question. “Was Mc
Faddin shot from behind?”
“Cuth Rogers says not,” answered
Alford. “He saw the body. Says it
musta been a duel. The bullet came
from directly in front and there was
no brush for several hundred
“That’s funny,” commented Tur
ley. “Looks like it may have been
one of his own men bumped him.
They got into a quarrel, maybe.”
“The story is that it wasn’t one of
the Flying V men did it,” Alford
said. “They are all accounted for.
And the man was tracked for sev
eral miles.”
“Something queer about this,"
Turley cut in, frowning. “I don’t
get it. If the fellow who did it was—
one of our friends, say—he wouldn’t
of shot it out in the open that-away.
He would of waited to get a crack
at him from the brush.”
“Would he?” Brand asked. “May
be not. Maybe he wanted to show
the big outfits that we had the nerve
to do our killing in the open.”
Ellen felt a fluttering heart beat
against her ribs. She was watching
Jeff. He had spoken carelessly, but
in his slurring drawl she had read
an undertone implacable and dead
ly. She knew, as well as one could
know without evidence to back it,
that he had been the other party to
that duel.
“The way you talk sounds dumb
to me, Jeff,” snarled Lee Harf.
“What you expect a fellow to do?
Buck didn’t have any chance, did
he? Not on yore tintype. They
rubbed him out when he wasn’t ex
pecting it. Why shouldn’t I do the
same with one of them?"
Hard-eyed, Brand looked at Hart.
“I’m not telling you what you ought
to do. I don’t give a damn. What
I’m pointing out is how a white
man would want to settle a dif
Dark blood mantled Hart’s flat
featured face. “If you claim I’m
not a white man—,” he blustered.
A faint expression of contempt
kindled in the narrowed eyes of Jeff.
“I wouldn’t be interested,” he said,
his voice insolent and dry.
Ellen had work to do at the house,
and as soon as she had turned over
the office to her father she left.
Jeff Brand was waiting outside. He
rose to join her, reaching his feet in
one swift movement of rippling ease.
“You’re certainly the workingest
girl I ever saw,” he told her.
“There’s a proverb about that. All
work and no play makes Jeff a dull
“So you think I’m dull,” she said.
“No, no, I’m dull when you work
too long. Have you ever thought
that maybe in sixty or seventy years
we may be too old to play? We have
to leave some time for love and
kisses, you know.”
She was not up to nonsense today.
It was not worth trying, not while
she had this queer feeling of suffo
cation in her breast.
“Why do you go out of your way
to insult men who are dangerous—
men like Lee Hart?” she asked.
He looked at her, surprised. “So
you heard?”
“I couldn’t help hearing.”
“You pack a lot in one little ques
tion,” he said. “First off, I didn’t
go out of my way to insult Lee
Hart. I wasn’t thinking about him
when I spoke, though he is sure wel
come to take it personal if he likes.
For the fact is, I can’t stand the
fellow’. He’s low-down mean. As to
his being dangerous, I don’t reckon
he is—long as he is in front of
He spoke carelessly, as if the mat
ter were not important.
“You look to me like a man who
is dooming himself,” she said so
berly, with a kind of proud defi
ance.. “You frighten me, as if—as
if you were walking on your own
“Would you feel badly if you knew
I were?” he asked in a low’ voice.
She did not look at him. But the
blood was beating stormily through
her heart.
“I would feel sorry for any young
man condemned to death,’’ she said.
“I see,” he said dryly. “Yore
Christian duty. I would want a girl
to give me more than that.”
She turned on him, courage in her
eyes like a banner. “What would
you expect to give her in return?”
she demanded.
“If she was the right girl I might
give her a lover.”
“A lover,” she said scornfully.
He surprised himself in his an
swer. “A husband, then.” It was
the last thing he had expected to
“That would be a fine gift," she
told him. “What kind of a girl could
keep step with you? Do you think a
wife would be happy waiting at
home in terror for fear you were
being shot or hanged?
“Aren’t men supposed to settle
down when they marry?’’
“You aren’t even thinking of it.
Your mind is full of revenge and
hatred.” Excitement was carrying
her much farther than she had in
tended. It had lit an explosive spark
in her breast. “Where were you
yesterday afternoon? What were you
doing? But no—don’t tell me! I don’t
want to know’.”
She flung out a hand in a gesture
of hopelessness and turned away,
running up the porch steps swiftly
into the house.
Clint Ellison read the note a sec
ond time.
I hope you are satisfied (so
the note said). Well, you can’t
drag me into trouble with you.
I am sticking by what I told you
the other day. Count me out of
the whole business. I’m through
before you start on any plans
you have.
The name signed at the bottom
was Calhoun Terry.
Ellison helped himself to a drink,
paced the floor, and returned to his
desk. He picked up a pen and wrote.
The burden of his message was told
in tw’o lines.
Since I am going down to Jim
Creek station tomorrow’ I will
drop in at the ranch and have a
talk with you.
He sealed the note and took it out
to Slim, who was waiting at the
bunkhouse for an answer.
After the cowboy had ridden away
he went back into his office and
walked the floor again. Irritably he
admitted to himself that he had
made a mistake. His gunman had
moved too fast for him. Before he
could get to the fellow and call him
off he had destroyed Black Yeager.
Ellison cared nothing about that,
except for its repercussions. The
rustlers had retaliated by shooting
Jim McFaddin. If Terry walked out
on the invasion that would be an
other blow’.
But w’ith or without Terry he
meant to carry on.
When he dropped in to see Terry
he defended what he had done, on
the ground that it was a necessity.
He made the further point that in
wiping out the thieves the big
ranches would be doing a service to
the territory.
Terry shook his head. “I’ve been
thinking this over, and I have
changed my mind about some
things .”
“Wait a minute,” Ellison inter
rupted. “You think I haven’t played
fair with you. I want to say that I
couldn’t have prevented the killing
of Black Yeager. It happened on
your way home, right after our
“I understand that,” the manager
of the Diamond Reverse agreed
stiffly. “We’ll leave Yeager out of
this. Point is, I don’t enjoy being
shot at myself. If Yeager had fired
a hair’s breadth straighter I would
be where Jim McFaddin is now.
To think that you can ambush rus
tlers wholesale without having them
play the same game is criminally
foolish. There is no stopping that
kind of business. It is like those
Kentucky feuds. They go on for
“So will this thieving, if we don’t
do something about it,” the Bartlett
manager said curtly.
“I’ll do what I can about it,"
Terry answered. “If we catch a
man stealing our stuff, or if wre find
it in his possession, I’ll hang him
to a tree. That’s as far as I’ll go.
I won’t join in an organized drive
to w’ipe out suspicious characters."
“Then the Diamond Reverse
outfit is through, unless it changes
its manager."
“It’s through, w’hether it does or
not. There’s no other answer, Elli
son. The day of the big ranch is
past. Settlers have homesteaded
along the creeks and on choice bits
of range. More are coming in ev
ery year. We can’t buck the law.
Some of the large outfits are fenc
ing land that isn’t ow’ned by them.
They can't get awray with it. They
are licked before they start. Like it
or not, the cattle empires are going
to vanish. I’ve tried not to believe
this, but it stands out as plain as
Old Baldy there.”
“So you’re quitting,” Ellison said,
scorn in his voice.
“I have advised my people to sell
at a profit while there is still time."
“Sell to whom?”
“To settlers. My idea is to break
up the ranch into twenty or more
small ones. It can be divided so
that the land will sell like hot
cakes." __ ______
(To be continued)
Jitterbugs Defended
Jitterbug dancing is nothing but
an outlet of physical energy, in the
opinion of Miss Ethel Bowers, field
secretary of the National Recrea
tion association. She said youth
needs violent dancing, running and
racing games as well as mental
games, observation games and edu
cational games.
federal union!
It must and shall
be preserved!
.4 nd etc Jackson
President Jackson gave this
toast at a banquet in 1832 on
Thomas Jefferson's birthday. It
was aimed at Vice President
John C. Calhoun, advocate ot
the right ot states to ignore
laws of the federal government.
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called Saturday at the Amos Lugin
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and children Dale and Doris left
Saturday morning for a three day
vacation through Kentucky and
Dr. and Mrs. Milo B. Rice, of
Pandora Mr. and Mrs. Leighton
Norway of Evanston, 111., and Miss
Mary Lehman, of Delphos were
Thursday evening callers in the
home of Mr. and Mrs. Guy Mayberry
and family. The group was com
posed of former Defiance college
friends of Mrs. Mayberry.
Miss Jean Marshall presented a
group of music students in a recital
Friday night at the Presbyterian
Miss Rose Leigh Mayberry has
returned home after a week’s visit
with Mr. and Mrs. Charles Jones in
Mr. Loren Van Meter, a former
resident of this place who has been
teaching in the Shawnee schools for
a number of years left with his
family Monday for Newark where he
has been employed for the coming
Mr. and Mrs. Herbert Marshall
and sons Ralph and Don, Miss
Rosamund Pugh of Beaverdam, and
Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Seif of Mt.
Gilead enjoyed a picnic supper Tues
day evening in the country home of
Mr. and Mrs. Walter Fellers near
Mr. and Mrs. Glen Mayberry and
two children were Sunday dinner
guests of Mrs. Anna Bowers in
Miss LaDonna Campbell left Mon
day for Troy where she will teach
in the Staunton school for the com
ing year.
Dr. and Mrs. A. B. Sears, of Nor
man, Okla., and Mrs. Walter Fellers
and daughter Eleanor of Mt. Blanch
ard were entertained at lunch Fri
day in the home of Mrs. Guy May
berry and children.
Mr. and Mrs. Eugene Van Meter
of Jefferson Mr. and Mrs. Loren
Van Meter and daughters of New
ark Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd Van Meter.
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of Pandora Miss Louise Brewer, of
Van Meter, and Mr. Harley Van
Meter were Sunday evening guests
of Mr. and Mrs. Edgar Begg and
Mr. and Mrs. Harry Hostettler
and daughter Norma, of Mansfield
Miss Brewer, of Cincinnati, and Mrs.
Edgar Begg and son William were
callers in the Orlo Marshall home
Labor day.
The September meeting of the
Presbyterian missionary society will
be held in the home of Mrs. Charles
Armentrout in Bluffton, Wednesday
afternoon of next week with the
following program: Spiritual Life,
Mrs. Edgar Begg “Challenging
Facts”, Mrs. Glen Mayberry Year
Book of Prayer, Mrs. J. C. Begg
Reports of the Executive Luncheon
to be held in Lima, Tuesday, Sept. 9.
Mt. Cory
Mr. and Mrs. W. B. Kramer called
on Mr. and Mrs. O. .Ludwig in
Bluffton, Sunday afternoon. They
also called on Mrs. Warren Fox and
Mrs. Jennie Althaus.
Mr. and Mrs. Richard Fillwock and
daughter Sandra of Leavittsburg,
spent several days in the home of
Mrs. Pearl Jordan.
Mrs. Larena Guin spent the week
end in Lima in the home of Mr. and
Mrs. B. F. Seitz.
Mrs. Hattie Zerbe of Sandusky is
visiting her sister Mrs. W. S. Long
Alfred Jordan and children of Ash
tabula were Sunday guests of Mrs.
Pearl Jordan. Mrs. Jordan and dau
ghter Thelma and their Ashtablua
guests attended the Jordan reunion
south of Kenton.
George Stratton of Litchfield, Mich,
was a Monday dinner guest of Mr.
and Mrs. G. E. Reiter.
Mr. and Mrs. M. S. Steininger at
tended the State fair on Monday of
last week and spent the rest of the
week in Kentucky, attended the Cadle
tabernacle meeting in Indianapolis
and visited with Mr. and Mrs. Will
Mr. and Mrs. Carold Steiner and
daughter Beth Jean of Dayton and
Mr. and Mrs. Richard Loose of Belle
vue, called on Mr. and Mrs. J. J.
White on Sunday afternoon. Mr. and
Mrs. Steiner and daughter were Mon
day evening supper guests also.
Mrs. Roy Slane and family of To
ledo were Monday evening supper
guests of Mr. and Mrs. C. E. Hen
ning and daughter Mary Lou and Mrs.
Sadie Keel.
Miss Thelma Jordan returned home
from Warren after her summer’s va
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miles northeast of Lafayette or 6
miles northwest of Ada or 7 miles
southwest of Bluffton,
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mare, 15 years old set of harness
wagon and hay ladders, with grain
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spreader McCormick grain drill
hay tedder mowing machine 1 row
corn plow riding plow 1-horse
weeder walking plow McCurdy hog
feeder trap nests poultry feeders
other articles.
Rev. J. L. Guthrie, Owner
Rev A. J. Berry, Auctioneer
Adrian Moyer, Clerk
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