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OKLAHOMA
GARBER,
SENTINEL.
The Lone Star
A Fine Tale of the Open Country
ByZANE GREY
SYNOPSIS.
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The time of the story: nbuflt WT The
_i, 'i• |,e Texas cow country. The cf>.cr
character Iwnley Duane, a four.# man
«Mr>y *where
outlaw ban.i. ISuchre. an
tells him about Jennie. a > ung g irlI wl10
ha.i been a luted and fold to Bl.ind Mri
[*, r,t" TI..V determine to rescue the
(fir! anil r "'ore her to clvllliation. Eu-
" ■ nnoitered. and Is ri-
Euchre is
Is da„f
ously wounded by Mrs. Bland, but es
capes with Jennie Jennlo Is abducted.
Buck never sees her nifaln. but kills her
abductor. Duune barely escapes death at
the hands of lynchers for a crime he ne\ -
er committed He k ><** to see Captain
Mac Nelly of the Hanger®, who hands htm
pardon on condition that he join
> „ -i - • In KriiaL' inf 11 n
turned white, her eyes dilated. Both
girls were staring at someone behind
Duane.
"Turn around 1" ordered the harsh
voice.
The big, dark stranger, the bearded
one who had whispered to his com-
rade in the bar-room- and asked
Duane to drink, had him covered with
a cocked gun. He strode forward.
out here where thing
asked
I Duane passed luside himself to
I learn that supper would soon be
I ready. At tnble he found him-
self opposite the three who had at-
tracted his attention.
"Ruth. I envy the lucky cowboys,"
Longstreth was saying.
Ruth was a curly-headed girl with
gray or hazel eyes. "I'm crazy. to
said. =— —- —
Dunne gathered that she was on a Ills eyes gleaming, pressed the gun girls while 1 go see what s to be gone
visit to western Texas. The other against him, and with his other hand with that thick-skulled robber, lie
girl's deep voice, sweet like a bell, dived into his Inside pocket and tore replied, and, telling the girls that
made Duane regard her closer. She I out his roll of bills. Then he reached
did not resemble the Colonel, who J low at Duane's hip, felt his gun, and
was evidently her father. She looked j took it. His comrade stood in the
tired, quiet, even melancholy. A j door with a gun leveled at two other
it'' finely chiseled oval face, thuf had men, who stood there frightened,
membered his womenfolk, seemed to , Duane could not hear what tt was be
be gentle and kind. He talked sooth- said. The fellow Laughed, yet so me-
Ingly to Miss Ruth, made light of the how he struck Duane ^as sullen, unti
adventure, said she must learn
have nerve
happened.
"Can I be of any service?"
Duane, solicitously.
"Thanks; I guess there's nothing
vou can do. Talk to these frightened
there was no more danger, he went
out.
Miss Longstreth sat with one hand
holding her torn waist in place; the
outlaws. Duane accepts and troes to
outlaw headquarters on a secret mission.
CHAPTER XV.—Continued.
But in striking contrast to thlR
mystery was the person, character,
and cold-blooded action of Poggln and
Knell, the chief's lieutenants. They
were familiar figures In all the towns
within two hundred miles of Brad-
ford. Knell had a record, but as gun-
man with an incredible list of victims,
Poggln was supreme. If Poggln had
a friend no one ever heard of him.
There were a hundred stories of his
nerve, his wonderful speed with a gun,
his passion for gambling, his love of
a horse—his cold, Implacable, Inhu-
man wiping out of his path nny man
that crossed It
"Cheseldlne Is a name, a terrible
name," said Colonel \\ ebb. "Some-
times I wonder If he's not only a
name. In that case where does the
bruins of this gang come from? No;
there must be a master craftsman
behind this border pillage; a master
capable of handling those terrors,
Poggln and Knell. Of all the thou-
sands of outlaws developed by west-
ern Texas In the last twenty years
these three nre the greatest. In
southern Texas, down between the
Pecos and the Nueces, there have been
and are still many bad men. But I
doubt if any outlaw there, possibly
excepting Buck Duane, ever equaled
Poggin. You've heard of this Duane?"
"Yes, a Ultle," replied Duane quiet-
ly. "I'm from southern Texas. Buck
Duane, then, Is not lcnowq out here?"
"Why, nlnn, where isn't his name
known?" returned Colonel Webb.
"I've kept track of Ills record as I
have all the others. His fame in this
country appears to hang on his match-
less gun-play and Ills enmity toward
outlaw chiefs."
"Has —Clieseldlne's gang been busy
lately?" nsked Dunne.
"No. Probably all the stock that's
being shipped now was rustled long
ago. Cheseldlne works over a wide
section, too wide for news to travel
.nslde of weeks. There are some
people who think Cheseldlne had
nothing to do with the bank-robberies
and train hold-ups during the last few
yeurs In this country. But that's poor
reasoning. The jobs have been too
well done, too surely covered, to he
the work of greasers or ordinary out-
laws^ '
"What's your view of the outlook?
How's all this going to wind up?
Will the outlaw ever be driven out?"
asked Duane.
"Never. There will always be out-
laws along the Ijto Grande. All the
armies In the world couldn't comb
the wild brakes of that fifteen hun-
dred miles of river. But the sway
of the outlaw, such as Is enjoyed by
these great leaders, will sooner or
later be past. There's talk of Vigi-
lantes, the same that were organized
In California and are now In force
In Idaho. So far It's only talk. But
the time will come. And the days of
Cheseldlne and Poggin are numbered."
It which made Duane think of a
thoroughbred, a mouth by no means
small, but perfectly curved, and hair
like jet proclaimed her beauty to
suddenly he espied Miss Longstreth.
Then his face changed, and he re-
moved his sombrero. Duane went
closer.
"Floyd, did you come with the
teams?" asked Longstreth, sharply.
"Not me. I rode a horse, good and
hard," was the reply.
"Hump! I'll have a word to say to
you later." Then Longstreth turned
to his daughter. "Ray, here's the
cousin I've told you about. You used
to plry with him ten years ago—
Flovd Lawson. Floyd, my daughter—
other she extended to Duane. He and my niece, Ruth Herbert.
One Was a Striking-Looking Man.
speechless.
"Git a move on, Bill," called this
fellow; and he took a hasty glance
backward. A stamp of hoofs came
from outside. Of course the rdbbers
had horses waiting. The one called
Bill strode across the room, and with
brutal, careless haste began to prod
the two men with his weapon and to
search them. The robber in the door-
way called "Rusile!" and disappeared.
Duane wondered where the inn-
keeper was, and Colonel Longstreth
and the other two passengers. The
bearded robber had wheeled once
more. Duane had not moved a muscle,
but stood perfectly calm with his arms
high. The robber strode back with
his bloodshot eyes fastened upon the
girls. Miss Longstreth never flinched,
but the little girl appeared about to
faint.
"Don't yap, there!" he said, low
and hard. He thrust the gun close to
Ruth. Duane had a little gun in his
pocket. The robber had missed it.
And he began to calculate chances.
"Any money, jewelry, diamonds!"
ordered the ruffian, fiercely. 1
Miss Ruth collapsed. Then he
made at Miss Longstreth. She stood
with her hands at her breast. Evi-
dently the robber took this position
to fnean that she had valuables con-
cealod there. But Duane fancied she
had instinctively pressed her hands
against a throbbing heart.
"Come out with it!" te said, harsh-
ly, reaching for her.
"Don't dare touch me!" she cried,
her eyes ablaze. She did not mo\ e.
She had nerve. She eluded two
lunges the man made at her. Then
his rough hand caught at her waist,
and with one pull ripped it asunder,
exposing her beautiful shoulder, white
as snow.
She cried out. The prospect of be-
ing robbed or even killed had not
shaken Miss Longstreth's nerve as
had this brutal tearing off of half
her waist.
The ruffian was only turned par-
tially away from Duane. The gun was
still held dangerously upward close
[ to her. Duane watched only that.
and he felt
Duane. When she looked at him,
drawn by his rather persistent gaze,
there was pride, fire, and passion lu
her eyes. Duane felt himself blush-
ing In confusion.
After supper the guests assembled
In a big slttlngroom where an open
fireplace with blazing ruesqulte sticks
gave out warm and cheery glow.
Duane took a seat by a tnble in the
corner, and, finding a paper, began
to read. Presently when he glanced
up he saw two dark-faced men,
strangers who had not appeared be-
fore. They were peering ^ ^rom^n j Then a bellow made him Jerk his head
~ ™ Colonel Longstreth stood In the door-
CHAPTER XVI.
Next morning Dunne mounted his
horse and headed for Fairdale. lie
rode leisurely, as he wanted to learn
nil he could about the country. There
were few ranches. The farther he
traveled the better grazing he en-
Countered, and, strange to note, the
fewer herds of cattle. It was just
sunset when he rnado out a cluster
of adobe houses that marked Sander-
son, half-way between Bradford and
Fairdale. When ho drew up before
the Inn tho landlord and Ills family
and a number of loungers greeted
hlra laconically.
"Beat tho stage in, bey?" remarked
•me.
"There she comes now," said an-
other. "Joel shore Is drlvln' to-
night."
Far down the road Dunne saw a
cloud of dust and horses aud n lum-
bering coach. Presently It rolled up,
a large mud-bespattered and dusty
vehicle, littered with baggage on top
anil tied on behind. A number of
passengers alighted, three of whom
excited Dunne's Interest. One was a
tall, dark, striking-looking man, and
the other two were lutlles, wearing
long gray ulsters and veils. Duane
heard the proprietor of the Inn ad-
dress the man as Colonel Longstreth,
and as the party entered the ^nn
Duane's quick ears caught a few words I recognize the intent In those words!
which acquainted him with the fact ma hands shot up. Miss Ruth utter-
that Longstreth was the mayor of 06 a little frightened cry and sank
FalrdaU Jfalto her cjiulr. Aim Loufouulh
doorway. When they saw Duane had
observed them they stepped back out
of sight.
It flashed over Duane that the
strangers acted suspiciously. In Texas
In the seventies It was always bad
policy to let strangers go unheeded.
Then he went out into a patio, and
across it to a little dingy, dim-lighted
barroom. Here he found the inn-
keeper dispensing drinks to the two
strangers.
"Ilev somethln'?" one of them ask-
ed, leering. Both looked Duane up
and down.
"No thanks, I don't drink," Duane
replied, and returned their scrutiny
with interest. "How's tricks In the
Big Bend?"
Both men stared. It had only taken
a close glance for Duane to recognize
a type of ruffian most frequently met
along the river. Those strangers had
that stamp, and their surprise proved
he was right. Here the innkeeper
showed signs of uneasiness, and
seconded the surprise of his custom-
ers. No more was said at the Instant,
and the two rather hurriedly went
out
"Say, boss, do you Vnow these fel-
lows?" Duane asked the innkeeper.
"Nope. They nooned heah, comin'
from Bradford they said, an' trailed
in after the stage."
When Dunne returned to the sitting-
room Colonel Longstreth was absent,
also several of the other passengers.
Miss Ruth sat in the chair he had
vacated, and across the table from
her sat Miss Longstreth. Duane went
directly to them.
"Excuse me," said Duane, address-
ing them. "I want to tell you there
are a couple of rough-looking men
here. I've just seen them. They
mean evil. Tell your father to be
careful. Lock your doors—bar your
windows to-Illglif."
"till!" cried Ruth, very low. "Ray,
do you hear?"
"Thank you; we'll be careful." said
Miss Longstreth, gracefully. The rich
color had faded In her cheek. "1 saw
those men watchlug you, from that
door. <They had such bright black
eyes. Is there really danger—here?"
"I think so." was Duane's reply.
Soft awlft steps behind liltn pre-
ceded a harsh voice: "Hands up 1"
No man was quicker thau Duaue to
way in a magnificent rnge. He had
no weapon. Strange how he showed
no fear! He bellowed something
again.
Dunne's shifting glance caught the
robber's sudden movement. He seem-
ed stricken. The hand that clutched
Miss Longstreth's torn waist loosened
Its hold. The other hand with its
cocked weapon slowly dropped till it
pointed to the floor. That was
Duane's chance.
Swift as a flash he drew his gun
and fired. Then the robber's gun
boomed harmlessly. He fell with
blood spurting over his face. Duane
rushed out of the room, across the
patio, through the bar to the yard.
In the gloom stood a saddled horse,
probably the one belonging to the
follow lie hnd shot. His comrade had
escaped. Returning to the sitting-
room, Duane found a condition ap-
proaching pandemonium.
The innkeeper was shouting to find
out what had happened. Joel, the
stage-driver, was trying to quiet the
men who had been robbed. The wo-
man, wife of one of the men, had
come in, and she hnd hysterics. Hie
girls were still and white. The rob-
ber Bill lay where he hnd fallen. Like
a caged lion Longstreth stalked ttnd
ronred. There came n quieter mo-
ment In which the Innkeeper shrilly
protested:
"Man, whut're you ravin' aboot?
Nobody's hurt, an' thet'lS lucky. 1 I
swear to God I ha tint notliln' to do
with them fellers!"
"I ought to kill you anyhow!" re-
plied Longstreth. And his voice now
astounded Duane, It was so full of
power.
Upon examination Duane found
that his bullet hnd furrowed the rob-
ber's temple and had glanced. lie was
not seriously Injured, and already
showed signs of returning conscious-
took it awkwardly,
strange thrill.
"You saved my life," she said, in
grave, sweet seriousness.
"No, no!" Duane exclaimed. "He
might have struck you, hurt you, but
no more."
"Did you kill him?" asked Miss
Ruth, who lay listening.
"Oh, no. He's not badly hurt."
"I'm very glad he's alive," said
Miss Longstreth, shuddering.
"Tell me all about it?" asked Miss
Ruth, who was fast recovering,
i Rather embarrassed, Duane briefly
told the incident from his point of
view. I
"Cousin," said Miss Longstreth,
thoughtfully, "it was fortunate for us
that this gentleman happened to be
here. Papa scouts—laughs at dang-
er. He seems to think there was no
danger. Yet he raved after It came."
"Go with uS" all the way to Fair-
dale—please?" asked Miss Ruth,
sweetly offering her hand. "I am
Ruth Herbert. And this U my cousin
Ray Longstreth."
"I'm traveling that way," replied
Duane, in great confusion. He did
not know how to meet th situation.
Colonel Longstreth retutted then,
and after bidding Dugne a good night,
which seemed rather curt b contrast
to the gracioysness of the girts, he led
them away.
Before going ' to bed Duane went
outside to take a look at the injured
robber and perhaps to ask him a few
questions. To Duane's surprise, he
was gone, and so was his horse. The
innkeeper was dumfounded. He said
that he left the teilow on the floor
in the barroom.
"Had he come to?" inquired Duane.
"Sure. He asked for whisky."
"Did he say anything else?"
"Not to me. I heard him talkln' to
the father of them girls."
"Y'ou mean Colonel Longstreth?"
"I reckon. He sure was,some riled,
wasn't he? Jest as if I was to blame
fer that two-bit of a hold-up 1" <
"What did you make of tho old j
gent's rage?" asked Duane, watching j
'the innkeeper. He scratched his
head dubiously. He was sincere, and J
Duane believed iu his honesty.
"Wal, I'm doggoned tf I know what
to make of It. Bvtf I reckon he's
either crazy or g'.'t more nerve than
most Texans."
"More nerve, maybe," Duane re-
plied. "Show me a bed now, Inn-
keeper."
Once in bed in the dark, Duane
composed himself to think over the
events of the evening. Why had
that desperate roDber lowered his gun
Duane always scrutinized everyone
he met, and now with a dangerous
game to play, with a consciousness of
Longstreth's unusual and significant
personality, he bent a keen and
searching glance upon this Floyd
Lawson.
He was under thirty, yet gray at his
'temples—dark, smooth-shaven, with
lines left by wildness, dissipation,
shadows under dark eyes, a mouth
strong and bitter, and a square chin—
a reckless, careless, handsome, sinist-
er face strangely losing the hardness
when he smiled. The grace of a
gentleman clung round him, seemed
like an echo in his mellow voice.
Duane doubted not that he, like many
a young matt had drifted out to the
frontier, where rough and wild life
had wrought sternly but had not quite
effaced the mark of good family.
Colonel Longstreth apparently did
not share the pleasure of his daughter
and his niece in the advent of this
cousin. Something hinged on this
meeting. Duane grew intensely curi-
ous, but, as the stage appeared ready
for the journey, he had no further op-
portunity to gratify it
'He didnt say," repll'd the otn<w.
"Sure was a strappte' big mni).
StrucK me a little odd, he did. No
cattleman, him. How'd you siz®
him?"
"Well,' like one of them cool, easy,
quiet Texans. Who's'been lookin for a
man for years—to kill him when h©
found him,"
"Right yon nre, Laramie; and, be-
tween you an' me, I hope he's lookin"
; for Long—"
I "'K-eli!" Interrupted Laramie. "Yotj
must be half drunk, to go talkln' that
way."
Thereafter they conversed In too low
a tone for Dunne to hear, and presently
Laramie's visitor left. Duane went
ihside, and, making himself ngreeafcle.
began to ask casual questions about
Fairdale. Laramie was not communi-
cative.
Duane went to his room in a
thoughtful frame of mind. There was
something wrong about the mayor of
Fairdale. The innkeeper Laramie
would be worth cultivating. Anti
last in Duane's thoughts that night
was'Miss Longstreth. He could not
help thinking of her—how ttrangely
the meeting with her had affected
him. It made him remember that
long-past time when girls had been,
a part of his life. He had no right
even to dream of a beautiful womaD
like Ray Longstreth.
Several days passed. Duane dirt
not succeed in getting any closer to
Laramie, but he found the idlers on
the corners and in front of the stores
unsuspicious and willing to talk. It
did not take him long to find out that
Fairdale stood parallel with Hunts-
ville for gambling, drinking, and fight-
ing. The street was always lined with
dusty, saddled horses, the town full
of strangers. Money appeared more
abundant than in any place Duan®
had ever visited; and it was spent
with the abandon that spoke forcibly
of easy and crooked acquirement.
Duane decided that Sanderson, Brad-
ford, and Ord were but notorious out-
posts of this Fairdale, which was a
secret center of rustlers and outlaws.
And what struck Duane strangest of
all was the fact that Longstreth was
mayor here and held court dally. In-
More Nerve, Maybe."
and stood paralyzed nt sight and
sound.of the mayor of Fairdale? This
"Drag him out of hero!" ordered Was not answerable. , There might
Longstreth; aud he turned to his I have been a number of reasons, all
-daughter. i to Colonel Longstreth's credit, but
Before the Innkeeper reached the ; Punne could not understand.
robber Dunne had secured tho money j Next morning Duane walked up the
and gun taken from him; and presently j main street and back again. Just as
lie arrived some horsemen rode up
to the Inn and dismounted. And at
recovered the property of the other
men. Joel helped tho Innkeeper carry
the Injured man somewhere outside.
Miss longstreth was sluing white
but composed upon the conch, where
lay Miss Ruth, who evidently had
been carried there by the Colonel.
The Colonel, now that he tiaulljr. rtt
this juncture the Longstreth purty
came out Duane heard Colonel Long-
streth utter an exclamation. Then lie
sa.w hlra shake hands with a tnll man.
Longstreth looked surprised and
mjuy, and he svok« with forte; bst
CHAPTER XVII.
Duane followed the stage through
the town, out into the open, on to a
wide, hard-packed road showing years
of travel. It headed northwest. To
tire left rose a range of low, bleak
mountains he had noted yesterday,
and to the right sloped the mesquite-
patched sweep of ridge and flat. The
driver pushed his team to a fast trot,
which gait surely covered ground
rapidly.
Early In the afternoon from a ridge-
top Duane sighted Fairdale, a green I
patch in the mass of gray. For the
barrens of Texas it was indeed a fair ;
sight. But he was more concerned I
with its remoteness from civilization !
than its beauty. At that time. In the j
early seventies, when the vast western j
third of Texas was a wilderness, the j
pioneer had done wonders to settle
there and establish places like Fair-
dale.
It needed only a glance for Duane to
pick out Colonel Longstreth's ranch.
The house, not more than a few min- j
utes' walk from the edge of the town,
was a low flatroofed structure made
of red adobe bricks. All was green
nUout It, except where the fenced
corral and numerous barns or sheds
showed gray and red.
From all outside appearances Fair-
dale was no different from other
frontier towns, and Duane's expecta-
tions were scarcely realized. As the
afternoon was waning he halted nt
a little inn. A boy took charge of his
horse. Duane questioned the lad
about Fairdale and gradually drew to
the subject most In mind.
"Colonel Longstreth has a big out-
fit, eh?"
"Reckon he has," refilled the lad.
"Doan know how many cowboys.
They're always comln' and goln'. I
ain't acquainted with half of them."
"Much movement of stock these
days?"
"Stock's always movin'," he re-
plied, with a queer look.
"Rustlers?"
But he did not follow up that look
with the affirmative Duane expected.
"Lively place, I hear—Fairdale Is?"
"Ain't so lively as Sanderson, but
It's bigger."
"Yes, I heard It was. Fellow down
(here was talking about two cowboys
who were arrested."
"Sure. I heered all about that.
Joe Bean an' Brick Higgins—they be-
long heah, but they ain't heah much.
Longstreth's boys."
Duane did not want to be over-In-
quisitive, so he turned the talk into
other channels.
After getting supper Duane strolled
up and down the main street. When
darkness set in he went Into a hotel,
bought cigars, sat around, and watch-
ed. Then he passed out and went
Into the next place. It was full of
men coming and going—n dusty-boot-
ed crowd that smelled of horses and
smoke. Dunne sat down for a while,
with wide eyes and open ears. Then
he hunled up the bar. He stayed in
there for a while, and knew that
strangers were too common In Fair-
dale to be conspicuous. Then he
returned to the inn where he had
engaged a room.
Duane sat down on the steps of
the dingy little restaurant. Two men
were conversing Inside, and they had
no* noticed Duane.
"Laramie, what'* the stranger'a
muna?" Mkad one
"Bo Sneckerl
Hit Me—1*
qulry had brought him the fact that
Ray Longstreth had just come to live
with her father. Longstreth had
originally been n planter in Louisiana,
where his family hnd remained after
his advent in the West. He wa# a
rich rancher; he owned half of Fair-
dale; he was a cattle-buyer on a large
scale. Floyd Lawson was his lieuten-
ant and associate in deals.
On the afternoon of the fifth day
of Duane's stay In Fairdale he re-
turned to the Inn from his usual stroll,
and upon entering was amazed tt
have a rough-looking young fellow
rush by him out of the door. Inside
Laramie was lying on the floor, with
a bloody bruise on his face. He did
not nppear to be dnngerously hurt.
"Bo Snecker! He hit me aud went
after the ensh-drnwer," said Laramie,
laboring to his feet.
"Are you hurt much?" queried
Duane.
"I guess not. But Bo needn't to
have soaked me. I've been robbed
before without that."
"Well, I'll take a look after Bo,"
replied Duane.
Ho went out nnd glanced down tho
street toward tho center of the town.
He did not see anyone he could tako
for the innkeeper's assailant. Then
ho looked up the street, nnd he saw
the young fellow about a block away,
hurrying nlong and gazing back.
Dune yelled for him to stop and
started to go after him. Snecker
broke Into a run. Then DVtane set
out to overhaul him. There were two
motives in Duane's action—one of
anger, nnd tho other a desire to make
a friend of this man Laramie, who
Dunne believed could tell liltn much.
Duaue was light on his feet, anil
he had n giant stride. He gained
rapidly, kept him In sight, In the
shade, on the paths, and tip the road
Into the courtyard, and he saw Sneck-
er go straight for Longstreth's house.
Duane was not to be turned back
by that, singular ns It was. He en-
tered the first door and burst into tho
presence of Miss Longstreth and a
number of young people. Evidently
she wns giving a little pnrty.
Lawson stood leaning against on
of the pillars; nt sight of Duane his
fnee changed remarkably, expressing
amazement, consternation, then fear,
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Peters, Kay. Garber Sentinel. (Garber, Okla.), Vol. 18, No. 31, Ed. 1 Thursday, April 26, 1917, newspaper, April 26, 1917; (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc144964/m1/2/: accessed April 19, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.