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Updated: July 24, 2025
By what means Curly Bill supplied himself with a new pony this chronicler does not know. But it is a fact that the outlaw rode forth from Galeyville the next day along with Johnny Behan's deputy, to guide the latter through the Sulphur Springs valley and the San Simon and to guard the county's funds. Travel was slow in those days; accommodations were few and far between.
"Mother says that men like Jefferson never die. Their souls go marching on." The stream which ground the county's corn was at their feet. "But what about the miller?" Becky had asked; "does his soul march, too?" Randy, with the burden of yesterday's sermon upon him, hoped that the miller was saved. He smiled now as he thought of the rigidness of his boyish theology.
I'm handicapped here because there's no money in the treasury to work with. This county's as big as a State and only two or three thousand in it, so we are about as flush as grasshopper year in Kansas. The people are howling about bringin' the murderer to justice at any cost, but if I'd ask 'em to dig up a hundred apiece in cold cash for expense money they'd subside quick."
There was a clatter on the veranda, and Roke's enormous bulk shouldered its way through what was left of the group of sailors, his roustabout costume at ugly variance with their neat attire. "Did you find him?" demanded Hade, turning at the sound. "No!" panted Roke, in keen excitement. "But we'd better clear out, Boss! All Dade County's liable to be here in another five minutes.
Ludwell Cary glanced at his watch. "Early or late, the result will be the same. The county's going for him twice over!" "A damned tobacco-roller's son!" growled the other. The elder brother laughed. "'A man's a man for a' that, Fair. I dare say old Gideon rolled tobacco with all his might. As for his son, his worst enemy and I don't know that I am that couldn't deny him courage and energy."
To let an old married man get ahead of me in that way was a crime. I slouched down into the seat, and the judge drove off, after handing me a revolver. I slipped it into my pocket. "Jake's my body-guard to-night, Miss Royall," said the judge. "We've got the county's money here. Did you hear it jingle?" "No, Judge, I didn't," said she, and she never could remember any jingle afterward.
Course, a lot of blamed fools will cuss the daylights out of me for letting him get away right under my nose, and all that, but let 'em talk. He's gone for good, you can bet on that, and the county's lucky to get rid of him so cheaply." "I guess you're right, Sheriff," agreed one of his companions. "From all I hear, Mrs. Gwyn would have a hard time provin' it was him as stole her "
Soon after Juan Soto departed on his exile, the town of Wilcox over in Sulphur Springs valley was treated to a sensation, in the banishment of Van Wyck Coster. Every one thought Coster had enough money and influence to keep him immune from legal proceedings, but John Slaughter wasted none of the county's money in arrest or trial.
Seemed as if it would have been better if they'd cried, or scolded, or anything but just sit there as they did, when you could see by their moving once in a while that they were alive. In the kitchen Candace and May finished the morning work, and both of them cried steadily. I slipped to May, "Whose money was it?" I whispered. "Father's, or the county's, or the church's?" "All three," said May.
The Atchison County Vigilance Committee traced and soon caught the guilty horse-thief, landing him in Atchison County's beautiful jail. Shortly after, Thomas had an interview with the county attorney, and it was agreed by and between them, if the horse-thief would plead guilty, he should be let off with one year in the penitentiary.
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