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Updated: June 25, 2025
There was no chance of tracing them, for the very next day it began to snow again, and after two days of uninterrupted snowfall it began to rain, and everyone realized that spring was coming. There had been no trouble on the score of 'Duke Radford's health in this second winter. His mind was placid, though clouded still.
"Back at Dry Bottom," said Ferguson presently, "there was a man shootin' at a can when I struck town. He put five bullets through the can. Was that your range boss?" Stafford smiled. "That was Leviatt my range boss," he returned. "We went over to Dry Bottom to get a gunfighter. We wanted a man who could shoot plum quick. He'd have to be quick, for Radford's lightnin' with a six.
"Well, now," he said, "that sure would have made things interestin'. An' so that's the man you think has been stealin' your cattle?" He looked steadily at the manager. "But I told you before that I wasn't doin' any shootin'." "Correct," agreed the manager. "What I want you to do is to prove that Radford's the man.
Ridges, valleys, gullies, hills, knobs, and draws were all laid out in a vast basin. Miss Radford's gaze swept down into a section of flat near the river. "Why, there are some cattle down there!" she exclaimed. "Sure," he returned; "they're Two Diamond. Way off there behind that ridge is where the wagon is." He pointed to a long range of flat hills that stretched several miles.
We can't do anything until we prove that he's been rustlin'. An' then " He smiled grimly. "You reckon to know the girl's name too?" inquired Ferguson. "It's Mary," stated the manager. "I've heard Leviatt talk about her." Ferguson contemplated the manager gravely. "An' you ain't sure that Radford's stealin' your cattle?" Stafford filled and lighted his pipe.
I'd have shot you off your horse when you come around the bend," he continued coldly, "but I wanted you to know who was doing it and that the man that did it knowed what you come here to do." He poised his pistol menacingly. "You got anything to say?" he inquired. Ferguson looked steadily from the muzzle of the poised weapon to Radford's frowning eyes. Then he smiled grimly.
Instantly the Spanish ensign was hauled down, and that of England hoisted. The officer, seeing that he could do nothing, at once, with a bow, handed his sword to Captain Radford. "Pray keep it, and promise that you will not use it against us," said the captain, handing it him back. Our sails were on this furled, and a boat, by Captain Radford's orders, was lowered.
It is recorded later in the diary that the rude Shepherd of the prairies worked with these men on their farms for weeks until he had them wonted to the fold. Radford's grocery had been so wrecked by the raiders that its owner was disheartened. Reenforced by John Cameron and James Rutledge he had succeeded in drawing them away before they could steal whisky enough to get drunk.
Ferguson laughed grimly, but there was an ironic quality in his voice that caught Radford's ear. It seemed to Radford that the stray-man knew that he was near death, and yet some particular phase of the situation appealed to his humor grim though it was. It came out when the stray-man spoke.
Uncle John was seated upon an overturned pail watching Old Hucks oil Joe's harness. The agent approached him with a deferential bow. "Sir," said he, "you'll 'scuse my comin' agin so soon to be a-botherin'; but I hev here three copies of Radford's famis wucks on the Lives o' the Saints, in a edishun dee looks " "A what?" "A edishun dee looks, which means extry fine.
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