Adventure Magazine Cover — page 38: what you’re looking at

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sun-Dog Trails Zell Mohr. The former Idaho sheriff would need considerable patching up before he could face a judge and jury, but he was still able to curse. Then came Bunty Blair, elbowing his way through the crowd. The chair had spoiled his physical beauty, but reverses seemed to have brought out a latent qual- ity heretofore unknown to Marlin City. He reached down and snapped a pair of handcuffs on Zell Mohr. He glanced in the direction of King Cleeve and then over at Topaz Tyler. His head turned and he looked at Brick. “Davidson,” he said, “I begs your par- don. I—I almost made a big mistake.” Bunty held out his hand. ‘‘T’m asking yuh to shake hands with me, Davidson; but I won’t blame yuh if yuh don’t.” Brick grasped his hand. “I—I need a good deputy,” said Bunty. “Ti I could get a good one I—I’d resign and let him have my job.” Brick grinned, but shook his head. “T ain’t worth a as a sheriff,” said Bunty bitterly. ) (} BRICK put his hand on Bunty’s f{ shoulder and looked at Bunty’s mW face. Brick swallowed hard. He bad antagonized Bunty—detested him—and now he had suddenly discovered that Bunty was rather human after all. “Think it over, will yuh, Brick?” begged Bunty. “T know where I throwed my star,”’ Three Star. “I can get it—easy.”’ Brick slapped Bunty on the back and walked out of the saloon, with Scott Martin beside him and Silent and Harp trailing. They walked to the hitch-rack. “Jean will be anxious to know,” said Martin. ‘‘Mebbe she’d like to have ou re) = Brick smiled and shook his head. “No, pardner; I reckon it’s your place to tell her about it.” “Well—”’ Scott Martin turned to his horse and then looked at Brick—‘‘you’re comin’ out soon, ain’t yuh?” “Uh-huh.” Brick felt tenderly of his sore shoulder. “Yeah, ’'m comin’ out—soon, but you better tell her all about it. You know it as well as I do, pardner. You tell her all there is to tell and get it over with, ’cause—” said 37 Brick stepped in Close and lowered his voice— ’cause when I come out there I’m goin’ to. talk about somethin’ besides fightin’.” Martin vaulted to his saddle and rode away with a smile on his face. The three cowboys mounted their horses and rode the other way toward the Nine Bar Nine. “He ain’t,” stated Silent to no One in par- ticular;“‘he ain’t goin’ to talk about fightin’ nor nothin’.” _, He don’t know for sure,” said Harp, ‘cause he ain’t never been married nor Sipe Brick grinned back at them. “Yeah, he kinda made a clean-up,” said Silent; ‘but he sure did overlook one big thing, Harp. He landed the road-agents, but he never got that box of gold back.” “There wasn’t any aos s stolen,” Brick. “There wasn’t any— talkin’ about?” Harp spurred in close to Brick. ‘“Brickie, did you get hit hard enough to make yuh talk thataway?” “Y think that Limpy knew they was framin’ Scott Martin,’ said Brick. “I ain’t sure of this, but I’m danged sure that they had the goods on Limpy and threat- ened to expose him as a member of that old Sandy Creek gang if he didn’t tip ’em off to a big shipment of gold from the Whippoor- will mine. “Topaz Tyler watched things from the mine end. Limpy was afraid to jump out of the country, or was hard-boiled enough to take a chance. He double-crossed ’em, and when they finds it out they killed him when he was leavin’ the country. “When Scott Martin told me his story it looked so much like this same layout that I figured thisaway; Cleeve was the man Mar- tin wanted to lynch. Mohr was the sheriff that saved him. worked together. “That note implicated a woman. Bunty had found that note it would ’a’ been hard to save Scott Martin and Jean. I sure needed a woman. “Them tracks in the sand bothered me a lot. Scott Martin remarks that Mrs. Wes- said Aw-w-w, whatcha son only needs overalls and boots to look like a man, and right there it strikes me that Topaz Tyler is my woman. He sets on that rock and changes back to his own (COMME IOOKSs It was a cinch that they If (S@)