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SYNOPSIS
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 III—As Terry mounts his horse
to return to the ranch, a shot hits his hat
CHAPTER TV—Ellen Carey, daughter of
the postmaster, has recently returned from
school. On a ride during the early morn
ing, she sees a couple of men driving cattle
quite 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 Ellison, 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 XIII—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.
CHAPTER XVI—Brand doesn’t like Terry
and suspects his story. On investigation,
however, of the scene, Carey forms the opin
ion that Terry is trying to let him and Jeff
know that the murderer might possibly have
been a spy employed by the big ranchers.
CHAPTER XVII—Jim McFaddin of the
Flying V C, a big ranch, has been killed
plainly in retaliation.
CHAPTER XVIII—Clint Ellison and Cal
houn Terry have a set-to over the pro
posed Invasion.
CHAPTER XIX—Terry and the head of
his ranch, John Q. Powers, tell Editor Gar
vey to announce the sale of the Diamond
Reverse Ranch in small parcels.
CHAPTER XX—Ellen begins to think that
■he misunderstood Calhoun.
CHAPTER XXI—Jeff Brand shows Ellen
the note that was pinned on one of the slain
rustlers. She says it looks like the writing
of Jack Turley, supposedly a rustler himself.
CHAPTER XXH The ex-officers and
rangers from Texas arrive.
CHAPTER XXIII—Jeff Brand rides up to
Tu-ley’s cabin. In the presence of Dave
Morgan and Bill Herriott, he accuses Turley
of being the killer. They make a search
of the cabin and find $2,000. Jeff and Turley
draw and Turley falls dead.
CHAPTER XXIV—Turley's body, strapped
to a pack horse, arrives at McFaddin’s
ranch.
CHAPTER XXV—Lee Hart reports the
pursuit of two men by the Invaders, and
Jeff Brand decides to go to the cabin.
CHAPTER XXVI—Jeff is wounded as he
tries to reach the cabin door. The men
inside bring him into the house.
CHAPTER XXVII—Calhoun Terry and
Larry Richards with whom he plans a part
nership for the purchase of a small ranch
were on their way to Round Top on some
business when the Texas invaders mistaken
ly chase them into a cabin. It is they who
pull Jeff Brand into the house when he
is shot.
CHAPTER XXVIII—Jeff tells Terry and
Larry that he killed Turley. The invaders
finally discover T.—ry’s identity but demand
to know who is the !rd man in the cabin.
Brand appears at the xr with rifle pointed
at Ellison.
CHAPTER XXIX—The invaders agree to
call off the siege. A rescue party takes
Brand to town for medical treatment. Terry
thinks Ellen loves Brand.
CHAPTER XXX—Terry and Richards call
on Editor Garvey who was induced to join
Terry and Carey in a telegram to Wash
ington for troops to stop the war.
CHAPTER XXXI—Terry and Richards
are menaced by a crowd of rustlers and
small cattlemen, and Sheriff Hart arrests
them for safekeeping.
(Now go on with the story)
CHAPTER XXXII
After supper Ellen walked out into
the soft, moonlit night to see where
her father was. She found him in
the stable putting harness on Sam
and Buck.
“I’m going with you,” the girl
told him.
“I think you had better,” he
agreed. “There’s a chance these in
vaders might come this way. Pack
a valise with things to last you two
three days. Until things settle down
you’ll be safer at Round Top than
here.”
The solitude of the night swal
lowed them. Countless stars stud
ded the sky. When the road ran
between pines they could hear the
rustle of the wind in the foliage.
Lane pulled up to listen. “Some
one is riding a trail parallel to this
road,” he said.
A queer dread flooded the girl, as
if it had been no mortal man rid
ing that trail but a black shape out
of the spirit world.
Lane clucked to the horses and
they started again. Presently the
trail ran into the road. A man
came out of it at a canter.
Ellen drew a deep breath of relief.
He was a man of flesh and blood,
and one she knew. His name was
Wade Scott.
“Ellison’s men got Dave Morgan
and Sib Lee,” he blurted out.
Only a few hours ago she. had
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seen Morgan start for Deep Creek
to warn the settlers.
Scott rode down beside or behind
them to Round Top. He dropped off
at the Crystal Palace to tell his
news. The place was boiling with
life, as was the street outside. He
caught sight of Lee Hart and Red.
Both of them showed signs of hav
ing had a good deal to drink.
The man from Deep Creek banged
a tumbler on the top of the bar for
silence. When the voices died down
he told his story to a stilled and
shocked audience. They waited till
he had finished, then poured ques
tions at him.
Lee Hart slammed his fist on the
walnut. “That settles it. We’ll take
those fellows out of the calaboose
and string ’em up, no matter what
Nate says.”
A little wrinkled man with a wide,
gray, weather-beaten hat walked
into the place. He had just ridden
down from his ranch to find out
how large a force Round Top ex
pected to send as allies of the set
tlers against the invaders. Roan had
arrived just in time to hear Hart’s
snarling threat.
“You don’t want to get on the
prod too sudden, Lee,” he said mild
ly. “I heard up at Black Butte as
I came through that Cal Terry saved
Jeff Brand’s life today. It takes
only a li’l while to hang a man,
but only God Almighty can bring
him back to life again.”
Hart turned on him angrily, a
glass of whiskey halfway to his
mouth. “Not a thing to that story.
Horace Garvey started it. He has
done been bought and gone over
to the big fellows. Cal Terry has
come to the end of his last crooked
mile.”
Alford was worried, but he said
no more in protest. He knew it was
of no use.
“How is Jeff?” he asked. “Where
is he?”
“Doing all right, I reckon. He’s
at the Round Top hotel.”
Roan left his horse tied at the
hitch-rack and started for the Round
Top, which was really only a board
ing-house. On the way somebody
stopped him for a moment to dis
cuss the chances of trapping the in
vaders. He mentioned casually that
he had just seen Lane Carey at the
Holden House. Lane and his daugh
ter had reached town. Alford de
cided to consult with the Box 55
man about the best thing to do. He
knew that Terry and Richards were
in very great danger. Only a deter
mined effort could save them from
mob vengeance. The streets were
crowded with men, nearly all of
them excited beyond reason. They
talked of nothing but the invaders,
the fate of Morgan and Lee, and the
prospective lynching of the Diamond
Reverse men.
Carey and his daughter were still
in the lobby of the Holden House.
They were waiting there for a maid
to finish changing the bed of a room
recently vacated. Alford walked
across to them.
“Hell has broke loose in Georgia,”
he said to Carey. “I’ve just left the
Crystal Palace, where they are all
talking about lynching Cal Terry
and Larry Richards. That’s all they
are discussing on the streets too,
except the trouble on Deep Creek.
They’ll be heading for the jail
mighty soon, looks to me.”
All the color washed from the
face of Ellen. She stared at the
little man, lips parted, fear dilating
her eyes. “But—but—how can that
be, when they fought with the Tex
ans today and saved Jeff Brand’s
life?” she asked.
“I told ’em that. They won’t be
lieve it. They have gone crazy.
W’e have got to get it across to them
that Cal isn’t tied up with this bunch
of Ellison’s. I figured maybe they
would listen to Jeff, if we could get
him to the jail. He’s at the Round
Top Hotel.”
“I’ll go to Jeff,” the girl cried.
“I’ll bring him.”
Lane Carey ignored what she had
said. “You go see Jeff and talk
with him,” he said to Alford. “I’ll
run down to the corral and bring
the wagon to move him if he is able
to go. See you soon.”
“I’m going with Roan, father,”
Ellen cried.
The Box 55 man hesitated. "All
right,” he said after a moment. It
had occurred to him that she mignt
have some influence with Brand if
any was necessary. “But you’ll
stay at the Round Top till this is all
over. The streets are no place for
a girl tonight.”
Roan got Ellen off the main
streets as soon as he could, but not
before she sensed the intense feel
ing of the men they saw. It beat on
her like the heat from the open
door of a furnace. Instinctively she
hurried her steps, as the chill of
fear filled her breast.
The old woman who was nursing
Jeff thought that he ought not to
be disturbed, but they brushed her
aside and went into the bedroom.
“It’s life or death for two men,”
Roan explained. “We’ve got to see
him, doctor’s orders or not.”
As soon as Jeff saw Ellen his
face lit. “I been thinking about
you,” he said.
She could see by the light of the
lamp that he was flushed with fe
ver, but she had to tell him for
what they had come.
“Oh, Jeff!” she cried. “The town
has gone mad. Nate Hart has ar
rested Calhoun Terry and Larry
Richards, and Lee Hart is gathering
a mob to lynch them.”
Jeff sat up on an elbow and stared
at her in surprise. “What for are
they doing it?”
“Because Ellison’s band of killers
shot Dave Morgan and Sib Lee to
day.”
The wounded man’s gaze did not
shift from her, bul Ellen knew he
“How do you know?” he asked,
after a long silence.
“Wade Scott rode down with us.
He helped carry the bodies to Sib’s
III
Instinctively she hurried
her steps.
home.” Ellen pushed past that to
the terror crowding in on her. “They
think Terry is in with the invaders.
He sent a telegram asking the Pres
ident to send troops to stop the trou
ble. Father thinks he did right. No
body can talk these crazy men out
of what they are going to do—unless
you can do it, Jeff.”
“How can he talk to them when he
is sick abed?” the nurse wanted to
know. “Even if you were to bring
them here? The doctor said he was
to be kept quiet.”
Jeff hardly heard what they were
saying. He was thinking about
Dave Morgan. They had frolicked
a lot together and they had ridden
lawless trails side by side. Between
them had been a close comradeship.
Each of them had trusted the other
completely, had known his friend
would not fail him at a pinch. Now
Dave was gone.
Out of the fog of his thoughts El
len’s voice came to him. “. .so
father is coming with the wagon to
carry you to the jail if you can go.”
“He can’t go,” the nurse snapped.
“I wouldn’t think of letting him.”
Roan Alford said: “We hate to
ask it of you, Jeff, seeing how sick
you are. It’s up to you. Lane and
I can carry you to the wagon. I
dunno as it will do any good, but
we figured maybe if you would tell
the boys about how Richards and
Terry stood by you they wouldn’t
be so bull-headed.”
The nurse said, “No, he’s going
to stay right there on that bed.”
“Bring me my clothes,” Jeff told
his nurse.
“I ain’t a-going to do it. The doc
tor said—”
“Doc didn’t know I had impor
tant business on hand,” the wound
ed man said. “Roan, you bring
me my shirt and pants.”
“I knew you would, Jeff,” Ellen
said, and walked into the corridor.
Jeff’s eyes followed her, in them
the knowledge of defeat.
CHAPTER XXXIII
Calhoun Terry and Larry Rich
ards played seven-up with an old
deck of cards the sheriff had given
them. Occasionally one or the oth
er of them strolled to the window
and looked out through the bars at
the crowds milling on the street.
Both of them felt uneasy. Their
disquiet took the form of sardonic
jesting.
“The Crystal Palace and the Red
Triangle must be doing a land-office
business tonight,” Larry said. “I
reckon a war must be good for
trade. A lot of redeye must have
gone down the hatch since supper
time.”
Calhoun came and looked over his
shoulder. The noise of excited voices
beat up to them. A group below
caught sight of them. Someone
shook his fist at the prisoners and
cupped his mouth to fling a jeer at
them.
“We’ll have you out of there pres
ently,” he threatened.
The others sent up a roar of ap
proval.
“A mob is sure a crazy thing, with
no more sense than cattle in a stam
pede,” Larry said. “Those birds
down there are all het up till they
haven’t a lick of judgment.”
Sheriff Hart came upstairs with
bad news. “I wish to heaven there
was a way to smuggle you two out
of here,” he said. “Wade Scott got
to town half an hour ago with word
that Ellison’s gunmen got Sib Lee
and Dave Morgan. Afraid that
means trouble.”
The prisoners knew what the offi
cer meant. The minds of these ex
cited men lumped them with the
invaders as common enemies, and
their first thought would be that an
easy revenge was waiting for them.
“There are ideas afoot,” suggest
ed Terry evenly, the inflection of a
question in the words.
“Yes.”
“So where do we go from here?”
Larry asked ironically.
“I have two-three men downstairs.
You have your own guns. They
can’t have you without a fight.”
“We knew that already,” Terry
said dryly. “When do the fireworks
begin?”
Though no friend of the Diamond
Reverse B, the sheriff found it diffi
cult to tell these men that the hour
of doom was at hand. He hesitated.
Larry laughed hardily, without
mirth. Like Terry, he was a tough
and hardy realist, not afraid to face
a situation which had to be met.
“Spit it out, Nate. When do the
guns go boom?”
“Soon. I’d say in ten or fifteen
minutes.”
“Who are the, trusty men you have
He knew that the sheriff was a
game man. Nate would do his best
within reason to save his prisoners,
but it would not be possible for him
to prevent a determined mob from
breaking into such a ramshackle
building.
Hart said that the men were his
twc deputies and a volunteer, Hor
ace Garvey.
At mention of the editor’s name
Larry said: “I’ll be dog-goned! The
little rooster must have sand in his
craw.”
“Let’s have him up here,” Cal
houn said. “I want to talk with
him.”
“What do you reckon ever got it
into Garvey’s head that he is a
fighting man?” Larry asked his
partner after the sheriff had gone
to fetch the editor.
“I did him a service once, and he
is trying to square the account.
Probably he is scared stiff. We
don’t want him here, Larry. He’ll
only get killed, and it won’t do us
any good. I’m going to send him
away.”
“Sure. I give the little cuss good
at that for coming through. But
like you say, no sense in his making
one more victim.”
Garvey was white to the lips. He
carried a Colt’s .45, at a right angle
to his body, as if he was afraid of
it. But it was quite clear that he
had nerved himself to stand by his
friend.
Cheerfully Terry greeted him.
"Hello, oldtimer. I hear you’ve en
listed for the duration of the war.
The editor did not try a smile.
This was serious business with him.
He could stand up and take what
ever was in store for him, but he
could not make light of it.
“I felt I ought to come,” he said.
“Bully for you, Horace. I’ll re
member this. But we don’t need
you here and we sure do need you
outside. What I want you to do is
find the fellows who brought Jeff
Brand to town. They know what
happened in the fight at Lee Hart’s
place. Take them to the leaders of
these crazy men and make them
tell what they know.” He gave the
names of the men who had guarded
the wagon that brought the wounded
man to town.
Garvey looked at him suspicious
ly. “You’re trying to get rid of me
because you think I won’t be of any
use,” he ventured.
“I'm sending you out to make a
stab for our lives, and you’ve got
to hurry to do any good. Listen.”
On the light night breeze was lift
ed the yell of those ready for the
kill.
The editor made up his mind in
stantly. “I’ll do what I can, Cal
houn. I hope to God I can help you.”
“Sure you can,” Larry encour
aged. “Hop to it, old man. And
you might tell these birds out there
to order eight or ten coffins. We’ll
be behind cover, and we won’t be
fooling the way we were this after
noon against the Ellison crowd. We
aim to take a few of these anx
ious lads with us.”
Garvey hurried awaj’ and was let
out of the front door of the jail. He
was at once seized by those outside
and questioned. Through the win
dow the prisoners watched him as
he was hustled along.
“He might do some good, at that,”
Larry said. “But I would hate to
bet a plugged dime on it.”
Terry had no hope, but he did not
say so. It was up to him to keep
his chin up. He meant to go out
as a man should, without flinching.
After all, there was only the quick
agony of the bullet, and then pain
less sleep.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
LaFayette
Mrs. Daisy Hall was a Saturday
evening dinner guest of Mrs. Paul
Smith of Lima.
Cliff Knoble of Minneapolis, Minn.,
spent several days with friends.
Mr. and Mrs. Friend Forward and
daughter and Mrs. Pearl Brentlinger
returned to their home at Greenville,
Michigan, Sunday, after an extended
visit with relatives and friends in
this community.
Mrs. Lenah Watt and granddaugh
ter Priscilla, of Steubenville, were
Friday night guests of Mrs. Daisy
Hall.
Monday evening Mr. and Mrs.
Blake Guthrie entertained the cou
sins honoring Mrs. R. J. Dornberg
with a shower.
Mr. and Mrs. John Adam spent
the week in Perry county.
Mesdames Pearl Brentlinger, Syl
via Forward, Josie Hall and Lula
Roberts were Thursday dinner guests
of Miss Bessie Guthrie.
Mr. and Mrs. Adria Moyer and
family were Sunday dinner guests
of Mr. and Mrs. J. H. Guthrie.
Guy Moore of Cincinnati was a
week end guest of his mother Mrs.
Mollie Allerding.
Leonard Ackerman is home on a
two weeks’ furlough.
Mr. and Mrs. John Basil and
daughter of Harrod were Sunday
guests of Mr. and Mrs. Joe Binkley.
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A placard posted by the state so
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of the federal relief office in Kansas
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OF THESE PREMISES.
WE PAY FOR
HORSES $4.00
COWS $2.00
(of size and condition)
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1890. An average
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Ohio’s driest year was
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January, 1937—-with 9.91 inches
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Cleveland—with an average of
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The Loyal Berean Class of the
Church of Christ were entertained
Wednesday evening at the home of
Mrs. John Lenney. Members present
were Mrs. Ed Bogart, Mrs. Walter
Barber, Mrs. Esther Lombard, Mrs.
Sam Varvel, Mrs. Wm. Ellenberger,
Mrs. Earl Bowers, Mrs. Mae Bailey,
Mrs. Harry Yant, Mrs. Frank Lewis
and Mrs. W. R. Dally.
Mr. and Mrs. Walter Schaeublin
and daughter Lois, and Miss
jory Buckland of Bluffton were
day dinner guests of Mrs.
Augsburger and Miss Louise
aeublin.
and Mrs.
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and family
past week
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where Mr.
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Mr. and Mrs. Wm.
Findlay were Thursday guests of
Mrs. Victoria Hunter.
Mr. and Mrs. Jesse Emerick and
Mr. and Mrs. Pete Amstutz spent
Friday with relatives at Grover Hill.
Mrs. Carrie Durkee and daughter
Ruth spent the week end with Mr.
and Mrs. Paul Pratt
Toledo.
and family at
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bein and son Alva, Mr. and Mrs.
Richard Lutterbein of Camp Shelby
were Friday dinner guests of Mr.
and Mrs. G. T. Arnold.
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of the Church of Christ were en
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home of Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Ellen
berger, Jr.
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Adrian, Mich., were Sunday guests
of Mr. and Mrs. Willis Bridges.
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Chapter session which is being held
in Columbus Tuesday,
and Thursday.
Wednesday
society will
Mrs. Jacob
The M. E. Missionary
meet in the home of
Foley, Wednesday afternoon of next
week.
Sweet Lemonade Assured
On the Santa Ana Rancho they
have a sugar bush growing next to
a lemonade bush. The first pro
duces a sweet fruit which can be
used to sweeten lemonade which can
be made from the berry derived
from the latter.
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STAGER BROS.
Bluffton, Ohio
Harvey H. Burkholder
Democratic Candidate for
Richland Township Trustee
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