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Updated: May 21, 2025
"A man happened to come along San Miguel street just as the robber swung to his horse. He heard the cries of the men inside, guessed what was doing, and exchanged shots with the miscreant. He shot this hat off the fellow's head." "The Sentinel didn't tell any such a story." "I didn't give that detail to the editor." "Who was the man that shot the robber?" "Cass Fendrick."
The ranger brushed the ash from the end of the cigar into the tray. Then he looked quietly at Fendrick. "Who was the man, Cass?" "I thought I told you " "You did. But you lied. It was a moonlight night. And there's an arc light at that corner. By your own story, the fellow took his mask off as he swung to his horse. You saw his face just as distinctly as I see yours now."
Anyhow, he did not want to be a temptation to anyone with a gun in his hand. An hour later, Kate, on the return trip, topped the rise where she had found the lamb. Pulling up her pony, to rest the horse from its climb, she gazed back across the river to the rolling ridges among which lay the C. F. ranch. Oddly enough, she had never seen Cass Fendrick.
Wylie if she told. They held him there till to-night. She thinks they were trying to get Father to sign some paper." "The relinquishment of course. That means the other man was Fendrick." Kate nodded. "Yes." Curly rose. The muscles stood out in his jaw; hard as steel ropes. "We'll rake the Rincons with a fine tooth comb. Don't you worry. I've already wired for Bucky O'Connor to come and help.
"I'm to be plugged full of lead, shot down that rock, and landed in a prospect hole at the bottom." "First I've heard of it." Fendrick wheeled upon his accomplice with angry eyes. He was in general a dominant man, and not one who would stand much initiative from his assistants. "He's always deviling me," complained the convict surlily. Then, with a flash of anger: "But I stand pat.
Let me tell you something else. Fendrick knew Luck was going to prove up on Thursday. He heard him tell us at the Round-Up Club Tuesday morning." The sheriff summed up. "You've proved Cass had interests that would be helped if Mr. Cullison were removed. But you haven't shaken the evidence against Luck." "We've proved Cass Fendrick had to get Father out of the way on the very day he disappeared.
"And in the meantime," suggested Curly. "I'll keep right on looking for Luck Cullison, but I'll keep an eye on Cass Fendrick, too." Kate took up the challenge confidently. "I'll prove he had the hat at least I'll try to pretty hard. It's the truth, and it must come out somehow." After he had left her at the hotel, Curly walked the streets with a sharp excitement tingling his blood.
Just now this happened to belong to Fendrick, who had cheated him out of the money he had stolen and had brought this upon him. Cass heard him out with a lifted upper lip and his most somnolent tiger-cat expression. After Blackwell had finished and been withdrawn from circulation he rolled and lit a cigarette. "By Mr. Blackwell's say-so I'm the goat.
The boy had not meant his command as a bluff, but Cass knew him better than he did himself. They turned toward the Circle C. "Must have been taking lessons on how to bend a gun. You in training for sheriff, or are you going to take Bucky's place with the rangers?" Fendrick asked with casual impudence, malicious amusement gleaming from his lazy eyes.
You'll sign and you'll promise to tell nothing you know against us." "No, I don't reckon I will." Cullison was looking straight at him with his fearless level gaze. Fendrick realized with a sinking heart that he could not drive him that way to surrender. He knew that in the other man's place he would have given way, that his enemy was gamer than he was.
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