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Updated: June 19, 2025


None the less she was eager to know what connection lay between him and the renegade her brother had killed. She had heard Jim Clanton say that he had waited four years for his revenge and had followed the man all over the West. Why? What motive could be powerful enough with a boy of fourteen to sway so completely his whole life toward vengeance? She set herself to find out without asking.

"We do," answered Billie, and his voice was just as cold. It had in it the snap of a whiplash. "You came in here to pick trouble with us. Your pardner Clanton, whatever his name is gave it out straight that he was goin' to kill Roush." "He didn't mention you, did he?" "The Roush brothers were in our party. We ride for the Lazy S M. We don't make distinctions." "Don't you? Listen," advised Prince.

The owner of the Flying V Y was angry clear through at his desertion and he intended to let the boy know it. "I went out to look for Peg-Leg Warren" said Clanton apologetically. Webb stopped in his stride. "You did? Who told you to do that?" "I didn't need to be told. I've got horse sense myself." Jim spoke a little sulkily. He knew that he ought to have stayed with his employer.

Mebbe you'll be able to explain it to him. Tell him you were hard up an' needed the money." The eyes of the rustler flashed from Goodheart to the sheriff. They were full of sinister suspicion. Had these men arranged to deliver him into the hands of Clanton? Was he himself going to fall into the pit he had dug? "Gimme back my gun an' I'm not afraid of him or any of you," he bluffed.

A memory had flashed to him of the day when he had seen a thirteen-year-old boy named Jim Clanton win a turkey shoot against the best marksmen of the hill country. The army Colt spit out once more at the boy on the ledge. Before the echo had died away the boom of an explosion filled the cañon. Roush pitched forward on his face. Jim Clanton lowered his rifle with an exclamation.

I don't know how good that is, Polly. But I'll do my level best." "Oh, I'm so glad," she whispered. "Good luck heaps of it." He was not quite sure whether it was his privilege to kiss the parted red lips upturned to him, but he took a chance and was not rebuked. Pauline went noiselessly down the steps again into the cellar while Clanton held the trapdoor.

Some one had found a sledge in the baggage-room and with a dozen armed men back of him was trying to break down the door. Prince called to his prisoner. "You've got to get in this, Jim. I appoint you deputy sheriff. Unstrap this belt from my waist. Take the other end of the car an' hold it. No shootin' unless it comes to a showdown. Understand?" Clanton nodded. His eyes gleamed.

Like many of his kind he had taken to drink, become bitten with the desire to get rich without working, and operated inconspicuously in the chaparral with a branding iron. Much water had poured down the bed of the Pecos in the past three years. The disagreement between him and Clanton had long since been patched up and they had lately been together a great deal.

Jim Clanton called his friend to one side. "I'm goin' to sneak out an' take a lick at them fellows, Billie. Want to go along?" "What's yore notion? How're you goin' to manage it?" "Me, I'm goin' to bushwhack Warren or some of his killers from the chaparral." Prince had seen once before that cold glitter in the eyes of the hill man.

Tha's why I come out here. You Clantons is all right. I never did go in for this bushwhackin' with Dave an' Hugh. I never " "You're a born liar like the rest of yore wolf tribe. You come out here because the country got too hot to hold you after what you did to 'Lindy Clanton. I might 'a' knowed I'd find you with the 'Paches. You allus was low-mixed Injun."

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