Argosy All-Story Weekly, October 6, 1923 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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ge The sales. he. seemed, was - beyond his administering. “But will we—she and I—see the spring together?” the woman asked in a dull, mat- _ ter-of-fact. voice, that belied the yearning fire of her eyes. Old Winkler was about to say that the = Aruhter would see the ocotillo bloom, but = se the mother would not. A touch of - - sentimentality complicated his loud, harsh -__ tones, however, and he said: ‘ We M hope — so, ma’am, That thar’s a promisin’ bunch __ of beef critters you-all got, ma’am, if I know Se _a thing or two. Of course, you got to watch == out for the murrain. It ‘ll cut a herd to = “pieces worse’n a gang of Mex rustlers.” = Ves, it- Ik bea: ee = = MP the =. woman said, 7 = Fe ee ccs tet the girl was = "starting to make money at the very peculiar --- occupation of selling phonograph records. go for a while... ee oe ee = = in her bed watching through the _ screened window the quiet, almost forsaken, corrals. . There were visible, the outlaw, drugged his ambifien= 2S a = third figure, _ the faithful Phil Wyndham. He was a medium sized youth with a Pn = Pe = = “shirt leather ais studded with fae a = Les of baggy cord trousers tucked into __ oiled beots, failed te differentiate him from = “the usual ‘ranch hand, aute stage driver or = _ baggage man one ea see. meee about = law si “This feat he ences at- a whenever, after using = the saddle -did not send tex her <e imme-_ 2 It was best that she—the widew——let things. shen came a . certain: fun hen ie | useless. horse; _@ mozo content to 25 ab - derstand her feelings at that moment while = _ serious = stolid lace which at times Se 3 = op-brimmed —a little rat of a man with shreds of black - ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. south corner of the corral. So certain was she of the landing place that she ordered. one of her mozos to cover it with straw the next time Wyndham indulged his =e for brenc peeling. But now as she saw the mozo carrying an armful of straw from the barn she real- ized. that it was the last time she would contest ef Phil Wyndham versus Cactus Anne, Skeptical as she had always been before—and if the truth must be told, rather proud of the buck jumping propensities of her gray mare—she actually found herself for some inexplicable reason praying now _ that her foreman would win. ““Tt’s the last time-Tll see him ae ing that old skyscraper,” she said to her- self, “I’m prayin’ that this once he sticks on.” <A random phrase or two from the Bible she had heard in the days before her life with Dan Crockett came to her. It was about a man who wanted to do a great _ but had no strength. “ Remember him, God! This once—strengthen him!” T here was a reason why the Widow Crockett now, virtually on her death bed, was wishing that her famous old outlaw should. be-broken, She did not fully un- watching the contest, but when the fight was over she knew why that strange prayer had welled up in her memory. Phil Wyndham had mounted. The mozo hair hanging over red eyes—evinced no ex- citement because of his absolute assurance of the usual outcome. He held the outlaw bridle, in which. he had methodically tucked a ack, The bucker, for 2 moment blindfolded and. pulses, stopped her paw- ing and rearing. “Tock your spurs, sefor!” the mozo_ad- vised. ‘ Unless the spurs are stuck in the cinch no man can ride this cayuse!” Phil Wyndham tucked a rolled cigarette in the corner of his mouth. From the other corner he said: “ That’s barred in bucking contests, hombre, so it’s barred here. The old lady and I are going to give a regular _ exhibition. No pulling leather, no choking _ the biscuit?” | = The Mexican an shad his shoulders and O Ss ~—s -- comic books. (Lo