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Jl Jig WWy '4- I - - ,V ft! 1 II I 1 yl " n-T - 1 1 V J I I CARTERET COUNTY NEWS-TIMES, UOBCSEAD CITY AND BEAUFORT, N. Scorchy Sets The Slaoe I BUSSELL'S CBEES Oct. 8 Rev. W. E. Anderson, of Morehead City filled his last appointment at the Free Will Bap tist church Sunday morning. We all wish him luck with his new work and he will be sadly missed by this community, The Women's Home Demonstra tion club met last Tuesday night with Mrs. Simmie Smith. Fourteen persons were present for. the de monstration, which was ideas on "Buying Readv Made lnthino" The hostess served pepsi and as sorted cooKies. The October meet ing will meet with Mrs. Gaston Simpson. Mrs. Roy Carraway visited friends here last Tuesday. Mrs. R. L. Grav visited Mrs w W. Russell Sunday morning. Mr. and Mrs. Jesse Jones and son, Thad Jones, of Bridgetono, vi sited relatives here last Sunday. Mrs. I. I. Fodrie has returned home after spending a few weeks at Bay View visiting Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Haskett. Mr. and Mrs. MrKphnr inninn spent a while Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. G. D. Purifoy. Mr. W. R. Powell and Miss Jes sie Powell spent a while Mon day with Mrs. L. M. Bradshaw of New Bern. Mr. and Mrs. J. D. Mortoon, of Morehead City, visited Mr. and Mrs. J. L. Morton. SOUTH RIVER Oct. 1. Mr. and Mrs. Julian Ful cher and daughter, Paulette, of Morehead City spent the weekend with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Reuben Wallace. Mrs. Henesy Carraway of Mer rimon and daughter, Mrs. Milton Pittman, of Cherry Point visited Mrs. Nannie J. Pittman and moth er Mrs. James Tosto, last Thurs day afternoon. t Mrs. Ruth Eubanks Spent Satur day afternoon with her mother, Mrs. Mary E. Hardy. Alberta Pittman of Beaufort spent Sunday with Janice Norman. Mrs. Paul Cahoon brought her bauy home from the hospital Fri day. He was better. Hope he will soon be well again. Mr. and Mrs. Ray Pittman and bbay of Beaufort spent Sunday witn her parents, Mr. and Mrs Floyd Hardy. Mr. and Mis. George Tosto vis ited Mrs. Nannie J. Pittman and mother, Mis. Lizzie Tnstn Katnr. day afternoon. Mr. and Mrs. William Pittmna and daughter, Nancy, spent Sun day afternoon with his parents, Mr and Mrs. Willie Pittman. Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd Barfield and children spent the weekend at Wil lard with her Darents Mr nnA Mrs. Piner. . Mr. and Mrs. Rone Wallace spent Sunday afternoon with Mr. and Mrs. Monnie Norman. Mr. and Mrs. George Hardy spent the weekend at Roe with Mr. and Mrs. Claud Day and other relatives. Mrs. Reuben Wallace has been on the sick list but has got some Detter. Hope she will soon be well again. Mrs. Emma Pittman of Beaufort spent Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. William Pittman and other rela tives. Mr. and Mrs. Raymond Courtney and children sDent the weekend t Willard with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. finer. Mrs. Emma Beachem is snend. ing this week with Mrs. Rone Wal lace. Part of the Senior choir and three of the Junior choir went to Morehead City Saturday for the broadcast with Eld. Anderson and it all was just grand. OH. DIANA! I HAW YOU II VNAV ITIfVWClllJ t 1 1 l r;. - ii . . 1 1 1 . i I WAV 0M' JJ-, - - WHAT A'ROMjrCArj!?! J-frSftli Lirl (7h I KEVffuvs; Tfir" one side I II rMa HfSjUKE M lH. UliusAi A aruwuEKo ut-Mij IT C Chapter IS fNCE month, generally about V he middle of the month, it was the custom of Sheriff Buck Loomis to 'inspect' the county. It - was a word of Buck's own choosing, a word that helped lend an air of official importance to his cross-county jaunts. Actually there was little need for an in spection . . . the county was spanned by big ranches whose hired hands were usually kept well occupied, and thus, possessed of little time for trouble making, made Sheriff Loomis' life quite bearable. There were ample graz ing grounds, plenty of water, and the usual quarrels that abounded in the average cattle raising coun ty were missing here. Still, Buck pernisiea in nis inspections even though everyone knew they were just social calls, a means oi break ing the monotonv of town life. At the same time, the ranchers looicea forward to Buck's visits. Hospitality demanded that they devote some time to entertaining him and they were always glad oi tne opportunity to break away from their everyday responsibili ties. Buck was a source of news to them. He always brought with him the latest news from town as well as news from the ranches he had already visited. For instance, the curious antics of Gabe Foster, the owner of the Diamond-Dot ranch, were always a source of merriment to the other ranchers. Gabe was always doing something, something that always delighted the rest of the county. Buck had the latest Fos ter story ready for recital. Gabe, it developed, had just become a grandfather. In his eagerness to celebrate the event, Gabe neg lected to notice that the label on the jug he picked up read 'vine gar.' A jug was a jug to him, labels or no, so it was doubtful if he would have bothered to read the label even if he had no ticed it. Gabe, who was known to drink and swallow before he tasted anything, drank a full tumbler of vinegar before he re alized that he had made a mis take. It was only afterwards that he discovered the whiskey jug on the floor beside his favorite Chapter 18 "C'MATTER?" Buck demanded. 13 "See that horse over thereT" McCabe asked, pointing. Loomis followed Pat's finger, then he nodded. "Uh-huh. What about 'im?" "He's saddled and on the loose. Wonder where 'is rider is?" They sat in silence for the next minute . . . the riderless horse finally raised his head and whinnied shrilly. Buck straight ened up in the saddle. "Come on," he said and loped forward. Pat followed at arm's length. They rode up to where the other horse waited, then the animal turned and trotted away. "I got 'n Idea he wants us to follow 'im," Buck said. Again they rode after the other horse . . . they loped southward for a time, then, still following, they went down an incline and pulled up when their 'guide' stopped near a gully. Buck swung himself out of the saddle. Pat followed suit. To gether they trudged over to the gully, peered down. Buck stiffened suddenly. "S'matter?" McCabe demanded. "What'd you see?" Buck pointed to the ground. There was a trail of blood and they followed it silently. A min ute later they found the body of John Snediker. IT was about four o'clock that afternoon when Sheriff Loomis, Deputy McCabe and a third man, a stockilv-built man with a leathery face and a thick, sun bronzed neck that looked like a tree stump, clattered into view from the direction of the road that led to town, cantered past uie Dunnnouse, glancing neeung ly at a croup of Circle-A punch ers who were idling in front of it, swerved their mounts and rode HIGH POCKETS chair. A huge swallow cl whiskey eemea to nave Decome tmbroued with a like quantity of vinegar . t . the tempest in his stomach refused to subside for nearly a week. When it did, Gabe was so worn out from his sudden and frenzied dashes to the outhouse that he took to his bed to regain his lost strength. Jack Benson, a veteran hand on the Dot-O-Dot was another favorite. Buck reported that Jack had met with something of an accident There were immediate expressions of sympathy, and equally insistent demands that Buck , tell them more. Jack, he related, had dozed off in his bunk with a half-smoked cigarette clutched in his hand. He had awakened to And the bunk, the bunkhouse and himself on fire. In a frantic dash to escape from what appeared then might be come his own funeral pyre, Jack dived through the bunkhouse window. Unfortunately someone had neglected io inform Jack that after some eighi jr ten months c. bing without a wiidowpane, a nevv pane had just b'-'n in stalled .n tha gaping window fiame. Mike Brady, Jack's em ployer for more than twenty years, was very much annoyed over the incident . . . not so much by Jack's burns, cuts or bruises, but over the loss of Jack's ser vices during round-up time which was almost upon them. Jack was very much put out, too. Brady had docked him for the time needed for recuperation, and for the cost of the glass, plus the transportation charges. Of interest too to the ranches was the news that a new general store had been opened in town. The appearance of a newcomer always aroused interest. On these jaunts, Loomis was generally accompanied by his first deputy, lanky, red-headed Pat McCabe. Loomis was an un tiring talker, while McCabe was the listener type. Loomis, it was reported, could talk from sunup to sundown; Pat, it was reported, could listen to him with apparent interest as long as Buck talked. No one seemed able to under stand how Pat endured Buck's repeated recitals of his days as a cattleman, or of his earlier life as a lawman when he was pressed off toward the big house. George Akers came striding around the house from the rear. He stopped when he saw them ... at a word from Loomis the three men rode up to him, pulled up directly in front of him. "Howdy," the Sheriff said. "You Akers?" "That's right," George an swered. Loomis dismounted ... at a nod from him Pat and the third man dismounted, too. "You the Sheriff?" George asked. Buck flipped his jacket open . . . a silver star that was slightly tarnished was pinned to his shirt front. "You fellers sure got here Irt a hurry," George said.''"Dbh'.t think it's more'n an hour sinoe I sent one o' my men t' get you. You musta traveled some." Loomis and McCake looked at each other. "You sent fr us, eh?" Buck mused. "Why?" "My foreman, Phil Martin's dead The Sheriff frowned. "Dead?" he repeated. "Y'mean somebody killed him?" "Nope. I think he killed 'im self." "What makes you think so?" "He was sprawled out on his belly with his gun in his right hand. There was a bullet hole in his heart." Loomis looked relieved. "Then he c'n wait," he said. "This is my deputy, Pat McCabe." George and the red-headed Pat nodded to each other. "This feller," Loomis added, turning toward the third man. "This feller's Joe Hanlon, fore man o' the Snediker outfit." "Don't tell me your boss sent you over t' make me another of fer," he said with a tight-lipped smile. There was a grunt from the Sheriff. TUESDAY, OCTOBER 12, 1MI into service to 'take over for his father who was then Sheriff of a email border town and who was bedredden at the time as the re sult of a gunshot wound suffered in a brief encounter with a band of rustlers. Buck always liked to tell how he recruited a party of vigilantes who looked to hint evidently because of his father; for guidance. Buck, according to his story, led an attack on a shack in which the rustlers had holed up, then with two Colts in hff hands, he burst in the door, plunged into the shack and trad ing snot for shot with the outlaw leader, blasted him to death. The other rustlers, incidentally, were hung on the spot. Sometimes Buck neglected to mention this, final detail . . . that was probably due to the fact that he was too busy to be bothered with a hang ing. ml SEEMS like I'll never be able to f'rget that day," Buck mused as they rode along. "You'd think it was on'y yesterday when it happened 'stead o' nearly thirty years ago. It's funny, y'know, how some things kinda stick, in a fell" er's mem'ry." "Yeah," Pat said. "Ain't It though? But what beats me, Buck, is that you didn't hold back, not even f'r a single minute, even though you knew all along that them fellers were killers." !, Buck laughed softly, modestly; just as he had done so many times before after the same re cital, and in response to the same remark Pat had made so many times before. As always, too, PaJ grinned and shook his head. . "Dogeoned good thing," he said, "that you didn't stop to think o' what you were doin' or mebbe you wouldn ta done it. ir Buck always grew grave when Pat said that. , , ' "O-h, I dunno about that. Pat, he said. "Y'know, when a feller's gotta do somethin', reckon he just goes ahead and does it." Pat considered for a moment. "Yeah, I suppose that's right." A brief period of silence always followed ... it gave Buck a chance to commune with his memories. He looked up wM surprise when McCabe jerked lis horse to a sudden stop. boJy irtfc "Snediker ain't sendin' anyb f'r anything," he said curt! Hes dead. George's eyes widened. "He v was here on'y this mornin'." Loomis grunted again. i,j "We know that," he said,. "That's why we're here now." "What d'you mean?" ''' "Wa-al," Buck began. "First off, Snediker didn't kill 'imself.'' There was no comment from George. y "Second, he was robbed." "I see," George said slowly.,,.. "Akers, Snediker came t' you about buyin' some o' your cattle. He make you 'n offer?"' ' , George nodded. ' ' "Where did all this price talkla' take place?" McCabe asked. tr, George turned and pointed, -jh "Right over there, . he said. "Not more'n ten or mebbe fifteen feet fr'm where we're standin' right now." lr "Who was there?" the Sheriff asked. "Just you and Snedikerr' "Martin was with us." "F'r how long?" ro "Fr'm the beginin right down t' the time we finished talkinT "An' Martin's dead, too," Mc Cabe mused. ,j "Akers," Loomis said. '1 un derstand Snediker made some threatenin' remarks to you. Ttittt right?" ;lq "Mebbe it was the other waV 'round," McCabe said. A frown darkened Georgia face. "What's that s'pposed to meanr he demanded. McCabe smiled fleetingly. '"' "That you threatened Snedi ker," he said. Ujf George eyed him for a momem. "Mister," he said evenly. "I wis on'y knee-high to a grasshopper( when I found out that it didn't pay t go 'round accusin' folks o' things 'less I had somethin"'' back up what I was claimin'. Haw would you like t' have your teeth kicked down your throat?" H1 (To be continued) nr. ; Their Dale Bail's Lqto
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