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' SUNSET iCjBY,
>. BYJACKSOWGREGORY
THIRD INSTALLMENT
Synopsis
Barry Haveril leaves his
Texas home to see the country,
meets a man who has just been
shot who turns out to be a cou
sin of his, Jesse Conroy. Barry
, helps take care of his wounds
and Jesse gives Barry his gun,
a very unusual one. When they
part Barry leaves for home but
finds the family is no longer
there. When he is leaving he
suddenly comes across a dead
man who turns out to be his
brother Robert. Barry starts
searching for the murderer and
goes into the mountains to find
gold to use for continuing his
search. He finds a good spot,
gets gold and goes to Tylets
ville to get money for it. There
he meets Judge Blue and his
daughter, Lucy, who help him
to get $450 for his gold. Judge
Blue also tells him that the
gun Jesse gave him is the gun
of a murderer known as the
Laredo Kid.
He bought as much ammuni
tion for his six-gun as he thought
he could carry handily, then a
plain cartridge belt which he fill
ed and buckled around him, and
then turned to a gun rack that
had caught his eye. He took down
one after another of half a dozen
shoulder, pondering the heft of
carbines, fitting them to his
them. The one he finally select
ed went out with him; so too did
a second cartridge belt filled with
shells for it.
When he came to a point op
posite the hardware store, he
noted that a crowd of men had
gathered there. A big man, pow
erfully shouldered, with a hols
tered gun at each hip, elbowed
through the press, saw Barry, and
made a purposeful bee line to
him. His two big thumbs were
hooked into his belt.
"Where do yuh think yuh're
goin'?" he asked bluntly.
Barry looked at him. "Who're
you that's askin'?"
"I'm Ed Brawley, an' I'm sher
iff here, an' I'm askin' where yuh
got that gun!"
"It's mine," said Barry.
"Yeah?" said Brawley good hu
moredly. "Well, s'pose yuh come
along with me; we'll squat and
chin about things. Come ahead."
Barry nodded and swung into
step with him; with the crowd
eyeing them they were just turn
ing into a narrow frame building
with the sign, Sheriff's Office,
painted over it, when Barry saw
the buckboard with the two
gleaming bays swing around a
corner and come speeding down
the street.
"Just a minute, Sheriff!" he
said. "I've got some business with
the Judge."
The Judge saw him and pulled
up in such fashion as almost to
set his two bays on their haunch
es. Barry stepped into the road
and with one hand on a wheel
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looked up into the Judge's steady
leaf-brown eyes.
"I forgot to pay you for my
lunch today, Judge," he said.
"How much?"
The Judge laughed and said,
"Shucks," and then, seeing the
look in Barry's dark feyes, no less
steady than his own. said, "I
gave the man a dollar."
Barry, fishing among coins in
his pocket, brought forth a silver
dollar and proffered it; the judge,
whip and reins in one hand, ex
tended the other and accepted
the money.
"There's one more thing," Bar
ry added. "I guess you can t£ll
me where I can find my folks. My
father's Ben Haveril, and my sis
ter Lucy married Zachary Blount
and—"
"Well, well!" exclaimed Judge
Blue. He turned toward the sher
iff. "Haven't got my young friend
here in tow, have you, Ed?" he
asked blandly.
"Sort of," said Brawley, very
blunt. "There's some questions—"
"About that gun of his may
be?" suggested the Judge. Braw
ley nodded. "Well then!" said
the Judge. "There's more guns
than one with a fancy butt, Ed.
How about turning this youn|
man over to me? I know all
about his people. His father and
brother are running my new
place for me; his sister Lucy is
married to my assistant Zach
Blount, and she and my Lucy are
like two sisters. I'll be responsi
ble for him, Ed. If you like, you
can ramble UP to my place and
talk things over with him. Say,
come up for supper!"
The sheriff looked doubtful.' "If
it was anybody but you, Judge—"
The Judge laughed. "But it
happens to be me, Ed." To Barry
he called cheerily: "Hop up, Hav
eril. There's room up here for
the three of us."
Barry looked at the sheriff;
Brawley drew back to the side
walk.
"Go 'head," he said briskly;
and to the Judge: "I'll take yuh
up on thet supper invite, Judge.
Got the same cook?"
Never in his life had Barry
traveled with such breath-taking
speed; he began to think that
horses were all right after all.
They came to the wide open gate.
It didn't miss two inches. Then
the big bright house loomed
above them; the horses kept on
around to the right and, were
pulled up again in front of a
stable that might have been a
hotel.
The Judge threw his reins and
sprang down nimbly, arms out
stretched to Miss Lucy. She
jumped into them with that gay
little laugh of hers that was all
tinkly music.
But Barry did not hear it. He
sat rigid where he was, making
no move to get down.
"Well, young Haveril," called
the Judge. "Light down and
make yourself at home." Still
Barry sat, as in a daze. The
Judge looked at him in perplex-
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Ed fashion as did Lucy and the
two men. "Well, Haveril?" said
the Judge again. "What's up?
You look like—"
"Oh!" said Barry, and climbed
down over the wheel then.
"Anything wrong?" demanded
Judge Blue.
"No, sir," said Barry. "I just
sort of got to thinking, that's all."
And he still was thinking as he
followed the Judge and Lucy into
the cool, imposing white palace
trimmed in its bright bluebird
blue. He knew that queer things
did happen now and then, but he
had never known a queerer than
this: Here in Judge Parker Blue's
stable was Tex Humphreys'
fancy saddle from which his
brother Robert had been shot.
The saddle looked at home here,
too. with a man shining it up.
"You youngsters amuse your
selves for a while without me,"
said the Judge. "I'll be with you
shortly."
"When are we going out to the
ranch where my folks are?" ask
ed Barry.
"Right after supper, son. Mean
time, you can see your sister; I'll
send a man with word that you're
here."
"Do you want me to show you
around the place? The flower
garden and the vegetable patch
and the corrals and barns—"
"Yes," said Barry, and added,
"I liked your stable."
So first of all she carried him
away to the stable. Barry led the
way inside, stalking straight to
the harness room where the man
who had been doirg something
with a saddle was back at his
work.
"That's a pretty fine saddle,"
said Barry.
• Lucy, noting it for the first
time, said, "Why, it's the loveliest
saddle I've ever saw! Whose is it,
Andrew?"
"Belongs to a stranger," said
Andrew. "Th e Judge mebbe
knows him. He come in late las'
night, changed saddle account
the cinch o' this one bein' ready
to bust; rode on. Said he'd be
back tonight."
"A man ought to have a pretty
fine horse to match up that sad
dle," suggested Barry.
"Let's go see it," invited Lucy.
"Is it in the corral, Andrew?"
"It must be that one," said
Lucy, pointing. "That high
headed black with the white sad
dle marks. It's not one of ours
I'm sure."
Barry didn't say anything.
Lucy was right. That was Tex
Humphreys' pride among hi s
saddle horses. That was the
horse which, only a few days
ago, had carried Robert Haveril
to his death.
The Judge had a scrap of paper
in his hand. He waved it toward
Barry, saying as he came on:
"Im sorry you won't be able to see
your sister today, young Haveril.
There was a note on my study
table, sent over by Zachary
Blount; he went to Pride's Valley
this morning on a bit of business
for me, something that looked
funny about the deed to a new
ranch I Just bought. He took his
wife along. But they'll be back
tomorrow or next day."
Barry was looking at the horse
again.
"You're looking at some high
closs horse flesh there, Haveril,"
said the Judge.
Barry nodded. He wanted to
ask about that high-headed
black, but hesitated. Blind in
stinct, subtle intuition—he didn't
know what—made him move as
cautiously as all his true kindred,
forest wild things moved.
Lucy asked "Who's the strang
er, Daddy, that owns that one?
He's go the most gorgeous saddle
I ever saw."
The Judge looked the horses
over. "That black?" he said. "Oh,
yes. It belongs to a young cow
boy who rode in late last night.
He hacl to go on and asked to
leave his horse here until he
came back, where'd you see his
saddle?" he asked.
"Andrew was fixing the cinch.
It's a fancy Mexican saddle, and
Andrew gave all the silver work
a polish; it hurts your eyes to
look at it."
"Let's go to the house," said
the Judge. "It's most supper
time."
But it was not supper time, and
they loafed comfortably on the
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shady front porch looking down
over Tylersville.
"How far Is it out to the ranch
where my folks are?" Barry ask
ed without withdrawing his ex
pressionless gaze from the melt
ing distances.
"It's inside thirty miles," said
the Judge. "That little span of
mine will do it in less than three
hours. We start right after sup
per."
But they didn't go right after
supper, nor did they go at all.
The three were dining at a long
table that would have seated a
score when a man rode up from
Tylersville for word with Judge
Blue. The Judge went out to
him, and returned almost immed
iately. "I've got to see a man in
town," he said. "Go ahead with
supper; I'll finish when I get
back. I ought to be with you
in half an hour."
After an hour of waiting Bar
ry was more the sniffing bear
than ever. Lucy conducted him
to a pleasant room where there
were books and a piano and sofa
and easychairs, and at first had
chattered like a magpie. She had
sung for him a little, too, and at
first he had listened enrapt and
had looked at her admiringly,
thinking her the daintiest and
sweetest and cleverest little thing
in the world.
When the Judge's voice said,
"Sorry I'm so late," both of'them
jumped for they had not heard
him come In. He tossed his hat
to the piano top and looked at his
watch. "We'll go first thing in
the morning. All right, young
Haveril?"
Ten minutes later Barry was
alone in his room. He extinguish
ed his lamp and went u> his win
dow; he stood there a long while
looking out at the dim bulk of
the mountain under the stars.
Something was wrong and he
knew it. It was no longer a mere
uneasy suspicion but a positive
certainty. "I reckon no one will
hear me now," decided Barry,
and crawled out through the win
dow, dropping noiselessly to the
ground.
He stepped softly through the
dark, making a guarded circle of
the house to assure himself that
the rooms were all dark. He
reached the stable. Near the big
double doors was a bench under
a tree. He hat down and wait
ed. He slid his hand down to the
butt of the new six-gun; he
dozed, started wide awake and
dozed again a dozen times before
the soft beat of shod hoofs stiff
ened him into alertness.
He saw the dark form of man
and horse coming on from be
yond the stable, a singlfe silhou
ette difn against the mountain
flank.
Thursday. July 6, 1939
The rider came down with a
subdued jingle of spurs at the
stable door; he was whistling
softly and didn't turn Barry's
way. When he got the door open
and led the horse inside, Barry
i rose quietly and followed.
When the lantern at the har
ness room door was lighted and
swung up on a nail Barry saw
that it was Jesse Conroy.
"Hello, Cousin Jesse," he said
in a quiet voice.
(Continued Next Week)
Old Lady: "What's the mat
ter, are you lost?"
Little Boy: "No, I'm here.
Mother is lost and can't find
me."
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