The Mulhall State Journal (Mulhall, Okla.), Vol. 24, No. 25, Ed. 1 Thursday, June 7, 1923 Page: 2 of 6
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THE MULHALL STATE JOURNAL
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Bending tbu tnoBSUge of h!» will
along the riervcH to transmit a
final - .. Ills lo-dy twitched,
hi .J used, bkallowed opened gt.y
. lil t > with death. Pi igh't tt-
lng with intelligence a. he saw
Ula d;uigh'-r bending over him, the
lace ot Sandy above her shoulder.
The gray eyes Interrogated San-
dy's long and earnestly until the
light began to fade out of them
and the wrinkled lids shuttered
Another swallow of the raw spir-
its amt they opened flutterburly
again. The Ups moved soundlessly.
Then, while one baud groped iiuv-
erlngly upward to rest upon his
daughter's head, Sandt. hemline
low. caught three sylls 1, 1. ret.
ed over and over, dest i'i v. no e
ghosts of words, taking .1 v the
last breath of the wheeBlo. tungs
beneath the battered ribs, the llnal
spurt of ttie spirit.
“I'll look out fur that, pardner,"
This Is the beginning of a first-
class outdoor story of the West.
Molly Is the old prospector's young
daughter, companion and partner.
The mines—believed to tie worth-
less. Sandy—one of tho three own-
ers of the Three Star ranch. How
Sandy keeps his word given to the
old prospector, dying under tils
wrecked wagon. Is tho story.
The author—J. Allan Dunn, who
knows his people and his ranch
land, and bus written many a gotid
"Mormon” Peters carefully shifted
his weighty bulk In the rluilr that he
dared not tilt, gn?>tng dreamily nt the
saw-toothed mountains shimmering In
the distance, Shilling luxuriously the
■cenjt of Eline.
"They oiigiiter spell Arizona with
three *Cs,' ” he said.
•‘Why?” asked Sandy Bourke, wip-
ing the superfluous oil from the re-
volver lie was meticulously cleaning.
“ ‘Count of Climate, Cuctus, Cuttle—
"Mukln' four, 'stead of three," said
the managing purlner of the Three
Came a grunt from "Soda-Water"
Sant us lie put down his harmonica, on
which he had been playing "The Cow-
boy's Lament," with variations.
It was Sunday afternoon on the
Three Slur ranclterln. The three part-
ners, saddle-chums for years, ever
seeking mutual employ, known through
Texas utid Arizona as the “Three Mus-
keteers of the Bunge,” sat on the
porch of the ranch house, discussing
business and lighter matters. One
year before they hail pooled their
savings and Sandy Bourke, youngest
of the three and most aggressive, cool-
est and swiftest of action, had glori-
ously bucked the faro tiger and won
enough to buy the Three Star ranch
and certain rights of free range. The
purchase had not Included the brand
of the late owner. Originally tbe
bolding had been called the Two Bar P.
As certain cattlemen were not want-
ing who had a knack of appropriating
calves and changing the brands of
steers. Sandy had been glad enough,
lu his capacity of business manager,
to change the name of the ranch and
brand. Two-Bar P was too easily al-
ters jl to Il-B, U-P, U B, O P, or It ;
a score of combinations hard to prove
There hud been lengthy argument
roncernlng the new inline. Three Star,
10 Soda-Water Sam—whose nickname
tins satirical—opined, smacked of the
lalonn rather than the ranch, but It
kits finally decided on and the brand-
ing Irons duly made.
Sandy Bourke had dir k brown hair,
Inclined to lie curly, a tendency he
»ffset by frequent clipping of his
thatch. The sobriquet of “Sandy” re-
ferred to bis grit, lie was liroad-
ihouldcrcd, tall and lean, weighing a
hundred and seventy pounds of well-
strung frame. His eyes were gray
uml the lids sun-puckered; his deeply
tanned skin showed the freckles on
face anil hands as faint Inlays; tils
long, limber logs were slightly bowed.
Not so tbe curve of Soda-Water
Sant's legs. You could pass a small
keg between the latter's knees with-
out Interference. Otherwise, Sam.
whose last name was Manning, was
mainly distinguished by his enormous
drooping mustache, suggesting tbe
horns of a Texas steer, Inverted.
As for Mormon, disillusioned hero
of three matrimonial adventures,
woman-soft where Sandy was woman
shy, he was high-stomached, too stout
for snd.iJe-ense to himself or mount,
sun-rouged where his partners were
burned brown. Ills pate mi bald
save for a tonsure-fringe of grizzle-
Mormon, with stubby fingers won
lerfully (left, was plaiting horsehair
about a stick of hardwood to form the
handle m n quirt. He stopped sud
denly, staring at the fringe of the
"Look at that orrery coyote I” he
said. "Gut Ills nerve with him, the
mangy calf-enter, cornin' up to the
"Mormon, you need glasses fo' yore
old age. That ain't a coyote. It s a
dawg," pronounced Sandy.
Tbe creature left th ' Cover of the
mesqulte and ci.tiie slowly but deter-
minedly toward 111 - runeli house, past
the corn ; shack; Its daring
prodnl . . thing but a coward
ly, f • j ote. Its brvieh was
do 1 trailing, Its muzzle
d; i" ■ 1. I' went lamely on all four
le, s and caslonally limped on three.
"Coll ■!" proclaimed Sandy. "Pore
lev!] plumb tuckered out.”
' : icepdawg!” nlllrmed Sam, disgust
In ols voice. "II—1 of u gall to come
round 11 cattle ranch.”
The gray-white dog came on, dry
tongue lolling. It halted twenty feet
from the porch, one paw up, ns Sandy
bent forward and culled to 1L
“Cotne on, you dawg. C'ome In, ol'
feller. Mormon, take that linlr out
of that pan of water un' set It where
lie can see It.”
Mormon shifted the pan In which he
had been sonklng the horsehair for
easier plaiting and the dog sniffed nt
It, wntchlng Sandy closely with eyes
that were dint from thirst and weari-
ness. Sandy patted his knee encour-
agingly, and the tired animal seemed
suddenly to tnnke up Its mind. Ignor-
ing the water, It ennte straight to
Sandy, uttered n Imrsh whine, catch-
ing nt the leather tassel on the cow-
man’s worn leather chnpnrejos, tug-
ging feebly. As Sandy stooped lo pat
Its bead, powdered with alkali dust
that covered Its coat, the collie re-
leased Its hold and collapsed on one
side, panting, utterly exhausted, with
glazing eyes that held appeal.
Sandy reached for the pan, squat-
ting down, and chucked some water
from the palm of his hand Into the
open Juws, upou the swollen tongue.
rulin' through the week than I cure
to nowadays. I'll stick to the chair.”
“Prod up Pedro to git some hot
water ready. Keep a kittle b'illn’.
No tollin' what time well git hack,"
He pressed the dog on Its side, In
the shade, and went Into the house.
M : t it ft ", ed him. Grit watched
them disappear gave a little whine
of Impatience, accepted the situation
philosophically as he listened to
sounds from the corral that told him
of horses being cuught, and drooped
his head on the dirt, lying reluxed,
eyes closed, gaining strength ngalnst
the return trip.
Sam rode to the porch on his ronn,
Sandy's pinto nnd a gruy mare lead-
ing, and "tied them to the ground"
with trailing reins as Sandy came
out bearing a [inn of food, a package
and a leather case.
He coaxed the collie to eat the food
from Ids hand while Sam brought the
"Load my guns. Mormon," tie re-
Mormon did It without comment.
The two blued Colts were ns much a
part of Sandy's working outfit as Ills
belt, or the bridle of his horse. Sam
buckled on tils own cartridge belt, hol-
ster and pistol, fixed Ills spurs, tied
flic package of food to Ids saddle,
filled two cunteens and did the same
with them. Sandy offered the pan of
water to Grit, who drank In business-
like fashion, assured of tbe success
of Ids mission. He stood up squurely
on Ids legs, eased by the plastering.
They were only tired now.
As Sandy and Sam mounted, the
lutter leading the gray mure, Grit ran
ahead of them and came buck to make
certain they were following. Then he
headed for the spot In toe mesquite
whence he had emerged, marking the
opening of u narrow- trail. The horses
broke Into u lope, the two men, the
three mounts, und the dog, oft on
their erruud of mercy.
"One Thing About a
Alius Good,” Said Mormon,
The dog licked his hand, whined
ngaln, trred to stand up, failed, suc-
ceeded with the aid of friendly fin-
gers in Its ruff and eagerly lapped n
Again It seized tho tassel nrul
pulled, looking up Into Sandy's face
"Somethin' wrong.” said . the man-
ager of the Three Star. "Tryln* to
tell 11s about It. All right, of feller,
you drink some more watch. Let me
look at that paw." He gently took the
foot that clawed nt his chaps and ex-
amined It. The paw was worn to the
quick, bleeding. “Come out of the
Bad lands,” he said, looking toward
the range. “Through Pyramid pass,
Sandy rolled the dog on his side and
found the other pads In the same con-
dition. Banning his fingers beneath
the niff, scratching gently In sign of
friendship, he discovered a leather
collar with a brass tag, rudely en-
graved, the lettering worn lint leg-
"GBIT. Prop. P. Casey."
"They sure named you right, son,"
he said. “We’ll 'tend to P. Cnse.v,
soon's we've 'tended to you. You
need fixln' If you’re goln' to lake us
to him. You'll have to hoof It till we
cut fair trail. Sant, fetch me some nd-
liestve, will you? An' then saddle up;
Pronto fo' me, a hnwss fo' yoroself an'
rope a spare mount.”
Sant went Into the house for the
medical tape, then to the corral. Sandy
bathed the raw pads softly, cut
patches of the tape with Ills knife,
put them on the abrasions, held them
there for the warmth of bis palm to
set them. Grit licked at Ids bands
whenever they were In reach, his
brightening eyes full of understanding,
shifting to watch Sam striding to the
"One thing about a sheepman Is
nllus good," said Mormon. "His dawg
Beckon you aim on me tendin’ the
“Come If you want to."
‘Two's plenty, I reckon. I do more
The two men followed
across the flats, through
through chaparral to burren slopes set
with strange twisted sltapes of cac-
tus. When It became apparent Hint
Sandy’s hazard hud hit the murk, as
they entered the defile that uiade
entrance for Pyrutuid puss, the only
path across the Cumhre range to the
Bud lands beyond, Sandy reined lu,
coaxed up Grit, resentful, almost sus-
picious of uny halt, lifting the collie
to the saddle In front of him. Grit
protested and the pinto plunged, but
Sandy's persistence, the soothe of It is
steady voice, persuaded the dog at
lust to uccomuiodute itself as best It
could, helped by Sandy’s one urm,
sometimes with two us Sandy, riding
with knees welded to Pronto's with-
ers, dropping reins over the saddle
horn, left the rest to the horse.
"X figger we got some distance yet,"
he said to Sam. "Dawg wus goin'
steady us a woodchuck ten mile’ from
water. Beckon my guess was right—
tie wore bis puds out crosslu' tbe lava
beds, though what in tithe any hombre
who ain't plumb loco Is trupesin’
round there fur, beats me. Beckon
tills P. Casey Is a prospector, Sam.
Due of them half crazy old-timers,
nosin' round tryln’ to pick up lost
leuds. Them fellers Is born with hope
un' It’s the last thing to leave 'em."
"Hope's a good hawss,” said Sam.
"But it sure needs Luck fo’ a runnin'
"You said It." Sandy relapsed Into
At ttie far end of the puss the dog
struggled to get down.
“I’ll let him give us a lead," said
Sandy, “soon us we hit the lava. We
cun toller Ills trail that fur. Sit tight,
sou." Grit whined but subsided under
the restraining bunds.
Sandy took tbe lead, bending from
the saddle, reading the trull that Grit's
paws hud left in tbe alkali and sand.
Once the dog s tracks led uside to u
scummy puddle, saucered by alkali,
dotted with the spoor of desert unl-
mals that drunk the bitter water In
extremity. Then It ran straight to a
wide reef of lava. Sandy set down
the collie. Grit ran fust across the
pitted surface, ahead of the horses,
waiting for them to cross the lava.
They hud hard work to get 1dm to
come to hand again, but lie gave In at
Inst to tbe knowledge that they would
not go on otherwise.
The two riders went silently on at
n steady walking gait.
"Never see a prospector w ith a dawg
afore," said Sant at lust. “An' that a
"Dawg 'ud be apt to tucker out In
desert travel," agreed Sandy. "Mt-an
one more mouth fo' water."
lie, like Sam, speculated on the
kind of a man J. ('asey—If It was
Casey they were ufter—might be. If
not a sheepman or a prospector, a
third probability made him an outlaw,
n mnn with a price on his hend. hid-
ing In the wilds from punishment. It
sufficed to them that he was a ntnn
whom a dog loved enough to bear a
call to help his master.
Slowly, the mesa ahead took on
more definite shape. Sandy picked up
Grit’s trull once again. The collie
wriggled, shot up Its muzzle, whined,
licked Sandy’s face.
“Nigh there,” suggested Sam. Sandy
nodded und let the dog get down. Grit
raced off, nose high, streaking around
a curve. When they reached It he
was out 'of sight. The road rose at a
steep pitch, cliff to the right, preci-
pice to the left, stretching on and up
to the summit of the pass.
Grit, unseen, ahead, wns harking In
stnccuto volleys. There wus another
sound, a faint shout, unmistakably
human. Tbe men looked at each other
with eyebrows raised.
"That ain't no mans voice,” snld
Sam. “That's a gut." He looked
quizzically nt Sandy, knowing his
Sandy was wotnnn-shy. Men met
tils level glance, fairly, with sw ift cer-
tainty that here stood a man, four- |
square; or shiftily, according to their
ease of conscience, knowing his breed.
Sandy wns a two-gun man but lie was
not n killer. There were no notches
on the handles of his Colts. In ear-
lier days he had shot with deadly aim
nnd purpose, but never save in self-
defense nnd upon the side of law und
right nnd order. Among men his j
poise was secure, but, In a woman’s ;
presence, Sandy Bourke's tongue was 1
tied save In emergency, Ills wits j
tangled. Whatever he privately felt t
of the attraction of the opposite sex,
the proximity of a girl produced an
embarrassment be bated but could not
He gnve Sam no chnnce for banter.
Action wns forward nnd It nlways
straightened out the short-clreuitlngs
of Sandy's mental reflexes toward 1
womankind. He touched Pronto's
flanks with the dulled rowels he wore, j
nnd the pinto broke into a lope. A ;
big bowlder was perched upon the j
nigh side of the road. Grit came out J
from behind It, barked, whirled, and !
seemingly dived into the canyon. I
Coming up with the mare. Sam found j
Sandy dismounted, waiting for him.
What had happened wns plain to
both of them. The rotten, hastily made :
road collapsed under the lurch of a
wagon Jolting over outcrop uncovered |
by the rains. Scored dirt where fran- I
tic hoofs had pawed In vain, tire j
marks that ended In side scrapes nnd ;
vanished wore evidence.
Sam got off the roan, the tired
horses standing still, snulfing the
marks of trouble. Far down tbe
slope Grit gave tongue. Tbe cliff
shouldered out and they could see
nothing from the broken road. How-
anyone could have hurtled over the
precipice nnd be still able to call for
help without the aid of some miracle
was an enigma. They listened for an-
other shout, hut, save for the barking
of tbe dog, there was silence In the
grlnt gorge. In Lite sky, two buzzards
Sandy untied tbe package of food
nnd tbe leather medicine kit; Sam
slapped his hip to he sure of his
whisky flask. Aided by their high
heels, digging them In the unstable
dirt, they worked down the cliff,
rounding the shoulder.
A wide edge of outcrop Jutted out
from the canyon wall Jagged Into bat-
tlements. Idled there was a wagon,
on Its side, tbe canvas tilt sagged In,
Its hoops broken. A white horse, ema-
ciated, little more than buzzard meat
when alive, lay with Its legs stiff In
the air. neck flattened and head limp.
A broken pole, with splintered ends,
crossed tbe body of Its mate, n bay.
gaunt-hipped, high of ribs. .It lay still,,
but Its flanks heaved, catching a flash
of sun on its dull hide.
Between the wheels of the wagon
knelt a girl in a gown of faded blue,
head hidden behind a sunbonnet. She
leaned forward in the shadow of the
wagon. Sandy caught a glimpse of
a huddled body beyond her. Grit sat
on his haunches, head toward the
rond, thrown back nt each hark. Sandy
reached the ledge first. The girl did
not turn her head, though his descent
was noisy. He touched her gently on
the shoulder, telling himself that she
was “Just a kid."
She looked up, her face lined where
tears had limed down through the
mask of dust. Now she was past cry-
ing. Her eyes met Sandy's pitifully,
holding neither surprise nor hope.
"He's dead." Siie seemed to he
stating a fact long accepted. "He's
dead. An1 he made me Jump. You
come too late, mister."
The mnn lay stretched out, head nnd
shoulders hidden, his gaunt body
dressed In Jeans, once blue, long since
washed and sun faded to the gteen of
turquoise matrix. The boots were rusty,
patched. The wagon-bed, toppling
sidewise, had crashed down on Ids
clo-st. Bock partly supported the
weight of It. Sandy picked up a
gnarled hand, scarred, calloused , and
shrunken, the hand of an old prospee-
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CTO BE CONTINUED.)
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