FOURTH INSTALLMENT
SYNOPSIS : Slim Loyale is
In the clearing a fire glowed and
•ver it crouched a tall, leathery
faced old timer.
Slim Loyale was. trembling as he
left the prison behind him.
paroled from prison after serving
18 months for a crime he did not
commit. He returns to his Circle
L ranch to find his father dead
and sinister forces at work, try
ing to make him violate his pa
role so that he can again be rail
roaded to prison.
The Brock-well’s and their gang
are plotting to gain possession of
Circle L ranch and the property
of Mona Hall, a neighbor and
lifelong friend of Slim Loyale.
Slim discovers that Sheriff
Starbuck has joined that plot
against him. With the help of
Dakota Blue and his cowboys,
Slim Loyale defies the land
grabbers to do their worst.
* * *
Slim could not remember his
mother, for she had died when
he was but a toddler. But there
was a picture of her, a sweet
faced, graveeyed woman, that
Bart Loyale had always kept in
the center of the smoke-stained
mantel above the fireplace in
the big, old-fashioned living
room.
Slim dug through some of the
shelves in his own room and un
covered a snapshot of his father,
wielding a branding iron over a
prostrate steer. The slim placed
beside that of his mother and sat
there for hours before the two
of them.
Finally he went to his room.
He cleaned up and donned fresh
clothes, then went in to supper.
Roy O'Brien immediately detail
ed the account of Steve and
Charley attempting to gang him.
The jolly little Irishman knew
what he was doing, and it was
not long before his natural humor
and drawling brogue had Slim
chuckling.
Immediately after the meal,
Slim went down to the corral and
saddled a bronco. Dakota Blue
accosted him just as he was a
bout to mount. “Give my re
gards to Mona, Slim,” he drawl
ed. “Bebbe yuh better leave yore
guns home.”
Slim looked at him, frowning
“I don’t get yuh, Dakota.”
The Circle L foreman rolled
and lit a cigarette. “I under
stand that Leo Brockwell has
been vista’ Mona quite a bit late
ly,” he observed. “If yuh should
happen to run into him—well,
killin’ him wouldn’t do yuh a bit
of good if yuh had to go back
to Jarillo for it. C’mon; gimme
yore guns, kid.”
There was no doubting the
sincerity or logic of Dakota’s
proposition. Slim hesitated, then
unbuckled his belts and handed
over the scabbarded weapons.
“Thanks, Dakota,” he said gruf
fly, as he rode away.
Dakota watched until Slim had
disappeared into the dusk, then
turned back to the bunkhouse,
where he met Roy O’Brien.
“Where’s Slim goin’P” asked
Roy.
Over to see Mona Hall, an
swered Dakota. “I jest persuad
ed him to leave his guns home.
He might run into Leo Brack
well over there.”
Roy grunted and nodded. “I
get yuh. But don’t that leave
the 1 ad kinda helpless? Sup
posin’ he runs again somebody on
the trail that don’t like him. He
wouldn’t be after havin’ a ghost
of a chance.”
“I know it,” agreed Dakota
“That’s where yuh come in, Roy.
Grab a bronc an’ drift along on
Slim’s trail. Yuh can keep him
from knowin’ yo’re around, but
in case of necessity yuh can step
in an’ take the play away from
him.” Savvy?”
“Beggora, yes!” snorted Roy.
“Out of me way; I’m ridin’.”
Young Loyale had ridden the
trail between the Circle L and the
Dot H Dot many times before.
And with quickening heart, he
knew it was good to be riding it
again.
Slim had known Mona Hall
for a good many years and she
had become a sort of institution
with him. She had always been
kindly, gentle and understanding.
No matter what turmoil of feel*
ing Slim had ever been in, a
vist and talk with Mona had
comfort him and clarifed his
mood.
He had never seriously diag
nosed his feelings toward Mona.
He had never thought of her in
terms of love. In fact, the issue
of loving and being loved by
■anyone had never consciously
entered his life.
He knew that there had been
a deep, elemental bond between
his father and himself. But he
had been content merely to bask
in the sunshine of his father’s
presence and to enjoy and value
it with a fervency he could not,
or would analyze. As for Mona,
she quieted him, made him feel
that the world was complete and
good. And he had been content
with that.
Now, with his father gone,
there was a deep, aching void in
Slim, and he was almost fever
ishly anxious to reach the warm
th of Mana’s patient, understand
ing smile- He wanted to be near
her, to look at her and to treasure
her wholesome, constructive fri
endship.
The miles wore away swiftly
and soon the beckoning lights of
the Dot H Dot winked at him
through the night. Slim’s pulse
quickened. Gee, but it was good
to be free of the depressing stone
walls and the scorching curse of
barred cells and windows; to be
door, knocking firmly.
It was Mona herself who open
ed the door. And when the warm
th of her welcoming smile fell
upon Slim, he was glad he had
not weakened and ridden away
He caught her outstretched
hands and squeezed them. “Like
old times, huh, Mona ?” he draw
led softly.
Mona nodded quickly and link
ed her arm in his. “This makes
me very happy, Slim,” she told
him. “I really missed you dread
fully. Now listen to me; Lee
Brockwell is in the living room
He and Abe Fornachon are talk
ing over a cattle deal. I’m con
sidering selling off a lot of my
stock, and Leo and his father
are going to buy them.
“I know you don’t like Leo,
but for my sake, try to get along
with him. I don’t see why he
had to come around tonight
when you and I have so much
to talk over; but here he is, and
we’ve got to make the best of it
Promise?”
Slim nodded. “If there’s an
argument, it’ll be hi mwho starts
it, not me.”
In the living room, Leo Brock
well and Abe Fornachon, Mona’s
foreman, were seated at the cen
ter table arguing mildly over
some tally sheets. Evidently
Mona had said nothing to young
Brockwell about Slim coming tc
vist her. At sight of Slim, Lee
came to his feet rather quickly,
a half-formed snarl twisting his
dark features, still swollen and
bruised from the weight of Da
kota Blue’s fist.
Mona spoke quickly. “Don’t
mind us. You two go on talking
business. Slim and I just want
to sit in the corner and have a
jiT
A visit and a talk with Mona had always comforted him.
free to ride through the night a
gain under the stars. And it was
good to know that warm wel
come, gentle smiles and kindly
words were awaiting him beyond
those cheery lights.
Suddenly his mood chilled.
What was the Dakota had said?
Leo Brockwell had been vistng
Mona considerably. Perhaps he
was there now. Somehow Slim
could not reconcile himself to the
belief that Mona really cared for
Leo Brockwell’s company.
Aside from her purchers and
her old Mexican housekeeper,
Mona lived alone. Doubtless,
knowing her as he did, Slim felt
that Mona would suffer young
Brockwell’s presence in silence
and affability, even though she
might secretly despise him.
Well, Slim decided savagely,
he’d certainly find out if Mona
was more or less distressed by
Brockwell’s attentions. And if
so, he’d soon remove the offend
ing presence from the picture.
Sure enough, when Slim drew
up at the ranch house, he found
a saddled horse standing at the
hitching-rail which ran between
the two big sycamores that grew
before the veranda. He rolled
and lit a cigarette using the light
of the flaring match to scan the
shoulder of the strange horse.
The brand was a Half Diamond
B. Yes Leo Brockwell was on
hand.
nor a moment onm iicmicwcu*
He doubted his ability to face
Leo Brockwell without trouble
starting. Well he knew the sneer
which could lie in young Brock
well’s voice and attitude. He
knew, too, despite his efforts of
self-control, that if Leo turned
those sneers he would not be able
to restrain himself.
' The thought came that per
haps he had better ride quitely
away and visit Mona some other
time. Then he recalled that she
had especially asked him over
that night and he had promised.
So he straightened his shoulders,
set his jaw and went up to the
quiet visit.
Abe Fornachon stood up anc
held out his hand. “Hello, Slim,’
he stated. “Glad to see yub
back.”
Slim shook the proffered hand
“Glad to be back, Abe. How’s
tricks ?”
Fornachon grunted, “Oh, just
fair.” The foreman was a big.
gaunt fellow, with rock-hard fea
tures and deep, shadowy, unread
able eyes. He sat down and bent
over his figures again. Young
Brockwell did likewise, but the
dull red of anger stained the
sallow swartiness of his face
Mona flushed at this apparent
rudeness on Leo’s part. "Ah.
surely you’ve not forgotten Slim,
have you. Leo?” she said. “Aren’i
you going to say hello ro him?”
“I gave him my greetin’ in
town today,” growled Leo.
Slim, his face cold, laughed
shortly. “An’ Dakota Blue gave
jyuh my answer, Brockwell. We’re
quits.”
isrocKwen s tace grew ever
more congested, but he did nol
answer. Slim led Mona over tt
a far corner and drew up chairs
' ‘Sit down he drawled softly. “1
| ust want to look at yuh for ar
lour steady.”
Mona’s eyes glowed and she
aughed gently. “Silly. Tell me
; verything.”
Leo Brockwell’s ears were evi
dently keen, for he turned in hi;
chair. “That’s right, Loyale,’
he sneered. “Tell her everythin’
Tell her how it feels to be a con
vict with a number on yore back
fTell her how it feels to walk lock
step in a line of other crooks
Tell her—”
; A red haze seemed to gathei
in front of Slim’s eyes. He
whipped to his feet and glided a
cross the room. Mona, her face
gone white, caught at his arm
but he pulled away from here
Beside Leo Brockwell’s chair
Slim halted, roching slightly or
his toes. “Yuh dirty, cowardly
whelp!” he raspeefhoarsely.
“Think yuh can pull that stufi
an* get away with it, do yuh,
knowin’ I got a parole hangin’
over my haid that I don’t dare
break? Well, yuh’ve made a mis
take tonight. If yuh notice, I
ain’t packin’ no guns. But I got
my fists an’ yore sure gonna
know the feel of ’em. Get on
yore feet!”
| Leo Brockwell stood up, his
right hand dropping toward his
belt. “Keep yore fists to yourself,
Loyale,” he snarled. “Yo’re no
thin’ but a damn convict out on
parole, an’ yuh ain’t got any
rights of decent folks. Try usin’
yore hands on me an’ I’ll shore
shoot yuh like a dawg. An’ no
body’ll hold me to account for
it.”
Slim grew very still and white
and deadly. The hate he felt for
this swart, sneering fellow nearly
choked him. His breath rattled
in his throat- Then he swung.
| That momentary pause that
had fallen on the heels of young
Brockwell’s words had evidently
powered Brockwell’s guard. For a
[moment he thought that Slim
was going to take his scathing re
marks without retaliation. In this
he erred considerably. He saw
1 Slim’s sudden hunching of one
[shoulder and knew, too late that
a punch was coming. He tried
to duck, at the same time drag
ging at his gun. Slim’s fist,
swung with all the pent-up rage
and sense of unfairness which
choked him, landed a little high
on Brockwell’s jaw. But it had
plenty of impetus and power be
hind it. For the sencond time
[that day, Brockwell knew how
it felt to be beaten to the floor
by the impact of a human fist,
j He was not knocked out, but
he fell on his right side, with the
[band that grabbed for his gun
momentarily smothered between
[his body and the floor. Before
[he could free it, Slim, literally
[diving over the upset chair, land
ed on him.
Slim wasted no time. All the
bitterness, all the galling shame
land indignation he had known
through those long months of in
carceration in the Jarillo Peni
tentiary now found outlet. He
smashed at Brockwell again and
1 again.
j Brockwell, trying frantically to
■ do two things at once, namely
free his gun and. protect himself
[from Slim’s barrage of punches,
[rolled his head in the wrong di
rection. The point of his jaw
[conneoted squarely with Slim’s
fist, and he went limp,
j Slim was past all realization of
the fact that Brockwell was un
j onscious.
(Continued Next Issue)
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LESSON
The Obedience of Noah.
Lesson for April 25th. Gene
sis 9:8-17.
Golden Text: Hebrews 11:7.
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Hiw his neighbors must have ri
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