Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 21, 2025
Fendrick, riding on Mesa Verde, met Bob Cullison, and before he knew what had happened found a gun thrown on him. "Don't you move," the boy warned. "What does this tommyrot mean?" the sheepman demanded angrily. "It means that you are coming back with me to the ranch. That's what it means." "What for?" "Never you mind what for." "Oh, go to Mexico," Cass flung back impatiently.
But though they went over it word for word they found no more. Either he had been interrupted, or he had been afraid that his casual thumb nail pressures might arouse the suspicion of his guards if persisted in too long. "He's alive somewhere. We'll save him now." Kate cried it softly, all warm with the joy of it. "Seems to let our friend Fendrick out," Maloney mused.
But on the other hand he had been a sheriff himself. As an outsider he had no right to interfere between an officer and his captive. Besides, if there was a chance to send Fendrick over the road that would be better than killing. It would clear up his own reputation, to some extent under a cloud. "All right, Bucky. If the law wants him I'll step aside for the time."
"God, man, you don't think I'm in this, do you?" "If you are you'd better blow your brains out before I learn it. And if you're trying to lead me on a false scent " Luck stopped. Words failed him, but his iron jaw clamped like a vice. Fendrick spoke quietly. "I'm willing. In the meantime we'd better travel over toward Mesa Verde, so as to be ready to start at daybreak."
We should be very pleased to have you join us. People who happen to be at the Circle C at dinner time are expected to eat here." "Come and eat, man. You'll be under no obligations. I reckon you can hate us, just as thorough after a square meal as before. Besides, I was your guest for several days." Fendrick looked at the young mistress of the ranch.
The Mexican Dominguez had later appeared on the scene, had helped guard the owner of the Circle C, and had assisted in taking him to the hut in the Rincons where he had been secreted. Both men asked the same question as soon as he had finished. "Where is the money you got from the raid on the W. & S. office?" "Don't know. I've been at Fendrick ever since to tell me. He's got it salted somewhere.
Maybe that's what he thinks, but we don't want to forget that Cass Fendrick made him sheriff and your father fought him to a fare-you-well." "Then we can't expect any help from him." "Not much. He ain't a bad fellow, Bolt ain't. He'll be square, but his notions are liable to be warped." "I'd like to talk with him," the young woman announced. "All right," Mackenzie assented. "To-morrow mo'ning "
I hadn't ought to have gone in with Cass Fendrick. He wanted me to kill you, but I wouldn't." With that unwinking gaze the ranchman beat down his lies, while fear dripped in perspiration from the pallid face of the prisoner. Bucky had let Cullison take the center of the stage. He had observed a growing distress mount and ride the victim.
Cullison swung as on a pivot in time to see someone drop into the dip in the road, just beyond the corral. "Who Blackwell?" "No. Cass." Fendrick reappeared presently and turned in at the lane. Cullison, standing on the porch at the head of the steps looked like a man who was passing through the inferno. But he looked too a personified day of judgment untempered by mercy.
"You'll go home with me, just the same." "You've got one more guess coming, kid. I'll not go without knowing why." "You're wanted for the W. & S. Express robbery. Blackwell has confessed." "Confessed that I did it?" Fendrick inquired scornfully. "Says you were in it with him. I ain't a-going to discuss it with you.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking