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“Who’d you say you was?”
CHAPTER 26
MR. EPHRIAM BROWN, of no
town in particular but ‘at home”
since about 1890 anywhere in the
southern Arizona hills, was a man
of extraordinary talents. Not only
could he shoot surpassingly well
(he had acquired the name Buck
shot as a tribute to that), but he
could sit down calmly and do what
be called plain and fancy thinking.
It is a combination not to be
scorned.
; He would undoubtedly have died
slowly and agonizingly in the iso
lated canyon, if Ellen hadn’t found
him. To have been tnus rendered
helpless by a fall was a matter of
shame, in his mind. He had main
tained self-sufficiency for half a
century and more; to fall like a
tenderfoot was disgraceful now.
As he lay there on her tent bed,
he reckoned he was getting a mite
old. And that thought also jerved
to infuriate him; 71 years is not
old enough for any man to retire
and come to live in a town.
He was giving thought to these
p -ronal matters when Bill Baron
drove back into the camp.
“Hey, boss?” he called, Ellen’s
■ Pintado horse was in sight, but
Bill’s eyes sought the girl.
■ Buckshot made such noises as he
, could, hardly a strong call, for his
[voice was still husky. Bill peeped
in, momentarily alarmed.
* The young man stared in amaze
ment.
“Where’s Ellen?” he demanded
quickly. “Who are you?”
“Keep yore shirt on, son. She’s
went for a doctor.”
“What so What are you—
how’d you get in here?”
“She sot me here. I’m Buckshot
Brown, son. Got a game laig.
Ankle. She found me. Saved my
life. She—”
He explained his presence, Bill
sitting attentively on a folding
camp chair. Presently Bill had
ordered the Mexican woman to
bring hot water, and was soaking
the old-timer’s foot, continuing to
‘.alk.
“Who’d you say you was? You
just happen along too?”
asked Bill, finally.
“Nope. No, sir. I’m her fore
man. Work for her. We’ll have
a new ranch setup here in a few
days. Ellen has some—she is a
woman of some means, and I ex
pect she’ll go in for stock improve
ment work, experiments to pro
duce a better grade meat steer.
Anyway that’s my plan. For her,
l mean.”
“You a Tenjano, ain’t you?”
“Yes, sir. Why?”
"I c’n always tell a Texas man,
from his slow brogue. Borned
jest south of San 'Tone m’sell, by
dads!”
They shook hands on it, like old
acquaintances, laughing.
“You say you calculate on up
breedin’ range cows ? Improvin’
’em?”
“Yes, sir, that’s right Look—
for a hundred years, more or less,
ranchers in the southwest have had
to fight First Indians, then
rustlers, and drouths and shipping
trouble and whatever. They
haven’t had time to do serious,
NEW GIANT CLIPPER PLANE SKIMS OVER WATER
New Clipper plane skims over water in Seattle harbor '[
First of the new transoceanic 74-passenger Clipper ,
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scientific study on improving their
» herds. The universities have
’ helped some, but not much. With
s their start —applying their infor
i mation and going on from there—
r I can run all manner of tests as
l to feeding, breeding, building
• disease resistance, everything. In
> 10 years we ought to show good
; results. Keep your foot in that
. water. It’ll simply take somebody
i who is both interested and able to
finance it, for It won’t be profit-
I able. Not at first. Miss Dale is
a public spirited woman, a fine
[ type, as well as pretty as a peach.
I She—”
William Baron lectured the old
■ man for 15 minutes or more. His
, enthusiasm was so marked and his
, reasoning so sound that Buckshot
was deeply impressed. Buckshot
himself had worked on cattle
ranches in past years. He Knew
some of the trials of the business,
held a sympathy for the men who
fought and slaved to produce the
nation’s beef. He swapped ideas
with Bill, suggesting one or two
courses that the younger man
hadn’t thought of. In short, they
got along famously.
They were still at it when Ellen
returned with a physician. The
doctor didn’t find much to do. Hot
water treatment, already started,
was about all necessary. He left
some ointments and bandages,
gave instructions to Buckshot to
be patient for two weeks and stay
out of the''hills thereafter.
“You’ve negleoted that foot too
long,” the doc ruled, “and it’ll be 1
game for the rest of your life, .
probably. Get yourself a job in
town. Or a pension or something, ;
old-timer. You got any money to ;
pay me for coming out here? If
you haven’t, it’s all right.” ,
He said it kindly, smiling. But
Buckshot froze up at him. The
bewhiskered old fellow began to
dig into the voluminous pants he ]
wore. He fumbled for several sec
onds, finally extricated a leather
pouch. It appeared to be rather
heavy.
“Git you a box, or paper or
such,” he commanded the doctor.
Ellen supplied an envelope, look
ing on curiously.
From his leather bag, Buckshot ;
poured out a tablespoon measure
or so of gold dust —pure grainy
gold spotted with nuggets as big
as beans almost filled the bag!
“Grea-a-at day!” the physician
exclaimed. “1 only need four or
five dollars! Not four or five hun
dred. You’ve got a pretty good
bank account in that bag, Buck
shot!”
“Yeamp. I been pannin’ it for
years. I can pay you.”
They settled the fnatter amic
ably, amid much talk, and Bill sent
his Mexican employe to drive the
doctor home. Ellen took on her
self the responsibility of soaking
Buckshot’s foot, changing the
water often to keep it hot.
It was not an unpleasant task.
She had fleeting memories—and
smiled to herself at them —of her
, two maids in Hollywood, efficient
; servants who had obeyed her
slightest whim. Somehow she
, was reveling out here in doing
HENDERSON. (N.C.) DAILY DISPATCH TUESDAY, JUNE 7, 1938
things not only for herself but for
another person as well.
Concepcion Rivera, the Mexican
woman, and her daughter, pres
ently came with an excellent camp
meal. For the second time Buck
shot ate heartily. He asked for
water to clean his face and hands
and by 9 p. m. he declared he felt
fit as a fiddle except for the swol
len foot.
Bill was busy with Pablo Rivera
fashioning a bed under a lean-to
for Buckshot. The old-timer swore
he would not sleep that night in
Ellen’s tent, depriving her. Stars,
he declared, made the best canopy.
Could Bill lend him a blanket or
two? His own duffel was back in
the hills about three miles.
While Bill worked outside, Buck
shot talked to Ellen in the light of
her gasoline lantern.
“You ain’t done so well, miss, at
picking a lover,” he came straight
to the point he wanted to make.
“I had a long talk with him.”
Ellen looked up in surprise. She
had had no experience with west
ern characters such as Buckshot
Brown.
“He doesn’t really love me, I’m
afraid,” she answered. “He won’t
ever say so. But what’s the mat
ter with him? Are you serious?”
“I been studyin’ on it, ever since
he come here. His eyes don’t look
right, miss. I been around. I seen
plenty of people, good and bad.
Look into a man’s eyes; they’re
winders to what’s in his mind.”
“He has lovely eyes!”
“Yeamp. Mebbo so. But lemme
tell you somethin’ —es you figger
to marry a man, he better have
more’n good looks er you’ll regret
it. Es you had to pick you a man,
why’nt you pick this’n ? This’n
that works for you? He’s ff-um
Texas, and that’s a point in his
favor to start with. He ain’t so
un-handsome, is he ? He’s got
brains —I augured him for half a
hour before you come back. You
had sense enough to hire him.
Ain’t he got sense enough to court
you? I ain’t got nothing against
the Mexicans, by and large; they’s
some fine people below the line.
But this slicker claimin’ to be a
baron—”
Ellen felt his contempt for
somebody, but did not understand
him.
“What are you—are you talking
abqut Bill? Mr. Baron? The man
who was just in here?” She was
highly interested as well as
amused. The old man looked back
at her in confusion.
“Which ? Not him. He’s the
one I says you ought to pick, this
big Texan. I’m referrin’ to that
feller with the mile-long name.
From Sonora. He come out, and 1
steered him off.”
“Felix Montoya?”
“That’s it! Long Spanish name?
Ain’t he th’ one you’re soft on?”
Ellen rocked with laughter, so
that Bill stuck' his head through
the tent flap inquiringly.
“What’s up?” Bill grinned. ]
“You couldn’t guess!” Ellen was
still laughing happily. “And we
don’t intend to tell you, Bill
Baron! Go on about your affairs.
I’m entertaining another man!"
(To Be Continued) . -
The only streamlined ferry in America, the
kala, is seen in the background.
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Anticipating successful passage of the relief bill which they piloted
through the Senate, Senators Alva B. Adams (left), of Colorado, and
James F. Byrnes, of South Carolina, exchange smiles at Washington.
Relief’s in sight! (Central Press)
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istration authorization to finance and extend the $5,000,000,000 drive
against the recession. In the picture, left to right, are Senators Alva B.
Adams, Colorado; Carl A. Hatch, New Mexico, and Majority Leader
Alhen W. Barkley, of Kentucky. (Central Press)
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most remarkable of all rescue records ever made in New York.
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Charges and counter charges continue to be fired between Dr. Arthur
E. Morgan, ousted TVA chairman, and his two former associate
board members, Harcourt Morgan and David E. Lilienthal, as the
congressional investigation proceeds. Here is Dr. Morgan, left, con
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Marriage of Yehudi Menuhin, 21, famous violinist, to an Australian
girl, Nola Nicholas, 19, in London, is to be followed closely by mar
riage of his two sisters, both younger. Hephzibah Menuhin, who is a
pianist of great ability, is to marry Nola’s brother, George Nicholas.
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he entered Newark Federal Court. With him is his police chief, Harry
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