Classic Audiobook Collection - Gunsight Pass - How Oil Came to the Cattle Country and Brought a New West by William MacLeod Raine ~ Full Audiobook [adventure]

Starting point is 00:00:00 Gunside Pass, how oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McLeod Rain. Crooked as the dog's hind leg. It was a land of splintered peaks, of deep, dry gorges, of barren maces burnt by the sons of a million torrid summers. The normal condition of it was warfare. Life here had to protect itself with a tough callous rind, to attack with a swift, deadly sting. Only the fit survived. But moonlight had magically touched the hot wrinkled earth

Starting point is 00:00:40 with a fairy godmother's wand. It was bathed in a weird, mysterious beauty. Into the crotches of the hills, lakes of wondrous color had been poured at sunset. The crests had flamed with crowns of glory. The canyons became deep pools of blue and purple shadow. Blurred by kindly darkness, the gaunt ridges had softened to pastels of violent and bony mountains to splendid sentinels keeping watch over a gulf of starlit space.

Starting point is 00:01:15 Around the campfire, the drivers of the trail herds squatted on their heels or lay sprawled at indolent ease. The glow of the leaping flames from the twisted mesquite lit their lean faces, tanned to bronzed health by the beat of an untempered sun and the sweep of parched winds. Most of them were still young, scarcely out of their boyhood. A few had reached maturity, but all were products of the desert. The high-heeled boots, the leather chaps, the kerchiefs knotted around the neck, were worn at its insistence. Upon every line of their features, every shade of their thought,

Starting point is 00:01:54 it had stamped its brand indelibly. The talk was frank and elemental. It had the crisp crackle that goes with free unfettered youth. In the parlor, some of it would have been offensive, but under the stars of the open desert, it was as natural as the life itself. They spoke of the spring rains, of the Crawford-Steleman feud, of how they meant to turn Malapie upside down in their frolic when they reached town.

Starting point is 00:02:22 They rode each other. with jokes that were familiar old friends. Their horseplay was rough, but good-natured. Out of the soft shadows of the summer night, a boy moved from the remuda toward the campfire. He was a lean, sandy-haired young fellow, his figure still lank and unfilled. In another year, his shoulders would be broader,

Starting point is 00:02:46 his frame would take on 20 pounds. As he sat down on the wagon tongue at the edge of the firelight circle, the stringiness of his appearance became more noticeable. A young man waved a hand toward him by way of introduction. Gents of the D-Barr, lazy R outfit, we now have with us roosting on the wagon tongue Mr. David Sanders, formerly of Arizona,

Starting point is 00:03:09 just returned from making love to his paint-hoss. Mr. Sanders will make oration on the why-I-where-for and how-come-of-it of Chiquito's superiority to all other equines, whatever. The youth on the wagon tongue smiled. His blue eyes were gentle and friendly. From his pocket he had taken a knife and was sharpening it on one of his dawn at the heel boots. I'd like right well to make love to that pinto my own sift, Bob, commented a weather-beaten

Starting point is 00:03:39 puncher. Any old time Dave wants to saw him off on me at $60, I'm here to do business. You're sure an easy mark, Buck, grunted a large fat man leaning against a wheel. his wide expressionless face and soft hands differentiated him from the tough range riders. He did not belong with the outfit but had joined it the day before with George Doble, a half-brother of the trail foreman to travel with it as far as Malapy. In the southwest, he was known as Ad Miller. The two men had brought with them in addition to their own mounts a lead packhorse.

Starting point is 00:04:17 Doble backed up his partner. Sure are, Buck. I can get cow ponies for ten and fifteen dollars all I want of them, he said and contrived by the lift of his lip to make them remark offensive. Not ponies like Chiquito, ventured Sanders amiably. Let's so, cheered Doble. He looked at David out of a sly and shifty eye. He had only one. The other had been gouged out years ago in a drunken fracas.

Starting point is 00:04:47 "'You couldn't get Chiquito for $100, not for sale,' the owner of the horse said a little stiffly. Miller's fat pawn shook with laughter. "'I reckon not. At that price, I give all a forty for him.' "'Different here,' replied Doble. "'What has this pinto got that makes him worth over thirty?' "'He's some bronc,' explained Bob Hart. "'Got a bag full of tricks, a nice disposition, and sure can burn the wind.

Starting point is 00:05:19 Your friend must be valuing them parlor tricks at ten dollars apiece, murmured Miller. He'd ought to put him in a show and not keep him to chase cowtails with. At that I've seen circus hawses that weren't one, two, three with Chiquito. He'll shake hands and play dead and dance to a mouth organ and come a-running when Dave whistles. You don't say, the voice of the fat man was heavy with sarcasm. and on top of all that education he can run too. The temper of Sanders began to take an edge. He saw no reason why these strangers should run on him,

Starting point is 00:05:57 to use the phrase of the country. I don't claim my pinto's a racer, but he can travel. Hmm, grunted Miller skeptically. I'm here to say he can, boasted the owner, stung by the manner of the other. Don't look to me like no racer, doble to see. why I'd be most willing to bet that pack-horse of ours, Whiskey Bill can beat him. Buck Buyington snorted. Pack-horse, eh?

Starting point is 00:06:25 The old puncher's brain was alive with suspicions. On account of the lameness of his horse, he had returned to camp in the middle of the day and had discovered the two newcomers trying out the speed of the pinto. He wondered now if this precious pair of crooks had been getting a line on the pony for future use. It occurred to him that Dave was being. engineered into a bet. The chill-hard eyes of Miller met his. That's what he said, Buck, our pack-horse.

Starting point is 00:06:55 For just an instant, the old range-rider hesitated, then shrugged his shoulders. It wasn't none of his business. He was a cautious man not looking for trouble. Moreover, the law of the range is that every man must play his own hand. So he dropped the matter with a grunt that expressed complete understanding and derision. Bob Hart helped things along.

Starting point is 00:07:20 Joking aside, what's the matter with a race? We'll be on the salt flats tomorrow. I got ten bucks says the pinto can beat your whiskey bill. Go you once, answered Doble after a moment's apparent consideration. Being as I'm drug into this, I'll be a dead game sport. I got $50 more to back the pack horse. How about it, Sanders? You got the sand to cover that?

Starting point is 00:07:45 or are you plumb scared of my broomtail? Bet you a month's pay, $35. Give you an order on the boss if I lose, retorted Dave. He had not meant to bet, but he could not stand this fellow's insolent manner. That order good, Doug? asked Doble of his half-brother. The foreman nodded. He was a large leather-faced man in the late 30s. His reputation in the cattle country was that of a man ill to crue.

Starting point is 00:08:15 cross. Doug Dobel was a good cowman, none better. Outside of that, his known virtues were negligible, except for the primal one of gameness. Might as well lose a few bucks myself, seeing as his whiskey bill belongs to me, said Miller with his wheezy laugh. Who wants to take a whirl, boys? Inside of three minutes, he had placed a hundred dollars. The terms of the race were arranged and the money put into the hands of the foreman. Each man to ride his own caballio, suggested Hart slyly. This brought a laugh, the idea of Adder's 250 pounds in the seat of a jockey made for hilarity. I reckon George'll have to ride the broomtail.

Starting point is 00:09:01 We don't aim to break its back, replied Miller genially. His partner was a short man with a spare wiry body. Few men trusted him after a glance at the mutilated face. The thin hard lips gave warning that he had sold himself to evil. The low forehead above which the hair was plastered flat in an arc advertised low mentality. An hour later, Buck Byington drew Sanders aside. Dave, you're a chuckle-headed rabbit. If ever I seen tin horn sports, them two as such.

Starting point is 00:09:35 They're collecting a living off in suckers. Didn't you sobby that come-on stuff? Their pack horse is a ringer. They tried him out this evening, but I noticed they ran under a blanket. Both of them are crooked as a dog's hind leg. Maybe so, admitted the young man. But Chiquito never went back on me yet. These fellows may be overplaying their hand, don't you reckon?

Starting point is 00:10:00 Not a chance. That tumblebug Miller is one fishy proposition, and his sidekick, Doble, say, he's the kind of bird that shoots you in the stomach while he's shaking hands with you. They're about as warm-hearted as a lone shark when he's turning on the screws, and about as impulsive. Me, I aim to button up my pocket when them guys are around. Dave returned to the fire. The two visitors were sitting side by side, and the leaping flames set fantastic shadows of them moving. One of these rooted where Miller sat was like a bloated spider, watching its victim. The other, dwarfed and prehensile, might

Starting point is 00:10:42 its uncanny silhouette have been an imp of darkness from the nether regions. Most of the riders had already rolled up in their blankets and fallen asleep. To a reduced circle, Miller was telling the story of how his packhorse won its name. So I noticed he was acting kind of funny and I seen four pinpricks in his nose. Of course I hunted for Mr. Rattler and killed him, then gave Bill a pint of whiskey. It certainly paralyzed him proper. He got salivated as a mule-whacker on a spree. His nose swelled up till it was big as a barrel,

Starting point is 00:11:18 never did get down to normal again, since which the old plug has been Whiskey Bill. This reminiscence did not greatly entertain Dave. He found his blankets, rolled up in them, and promptly fell asleep. For once he dreamed, and his dreams were not pleasant. He thought that he was caught in an instant.

Starting point is 00:11:40 net woven by a horribly fat spider which watched him try in vain to break the web that tightened on his arms and legs. Desperately he struggled to escape while the monster grinned at him maliciously, and the harder he fought, the more securely was he enmeshed. End of Chapter 1. Chapter 2 of Gunside Pass, How Oil Came to the Cattle Country and brought a new west by William McLeod Rain. This Librevox recording, is in the public domain. The race. The coyotes were barking when the Cook's triangle brought Dave from his blankets.

Starting point is 00:12:21 The objects about him were still mysterious in the pre-dawn darkness. The shouting of the wranglers and the bells of the remuda came musically as from a great distance. Hart joined his friend and the two young men walked out to the remuda together. Each rider had on the previous night belled the mount he wanted. for he knew that in the morning it would be too dark to distinguish one bronco from another. The animals were rim-milling, going around and around in a circle to escape the lariat. Dave rode in close and waited, rope ready, his ears attuned to the sound of his own bell. A horse rushed jingling past.

Starting point is 00:13:03 The rope snaked out, fell true, tightened over the neck of the cowpony, brought up the animal short. instantly it surrendered, making no further attempt to escape. The roper made a half hitch round the nose of the Bronco, swung to its back, and cantered back to camp. In the gray dawn, near details were becoming visible. The mountains began to hover on the edge of the young world. The wind was blowing across half a continent. Sanders saddled, then rode out upon the mesa. He whistled sharply.

Starting point is 00:13:38 There came an answering knicker. and presently, out of the darkness, a pony trotted. The pinto was a sleek and glossy little fellow, beautiful in action and gentle as a kitten. The young fellow took the well-shaped head in his arms, fondled the soft dainy nose that nuzzled in his pocket for sugar, fed Chiquito a half-handful of the delicacy in his open palm, and put the pony through the repertoire of tricks he had taught his pet.

Starting point is 00:14:07 "'You want to shake a leg today, old fella, and throw dust in that tin horn's face, he murmured to his four-footed friend, gentling it with little pats of love and admiration. Adios, Chiquito, I know you won't throw off on your old pal. So long, old pie-eater. Across the mesa, Dave Gallop back swung from the saddle and made a bee-line for breakfast.

Starting point is 00:14:31 The other men were already busy at this important business. From the tail of the chuck wagon, he took a tin cup and a tin plate. He helped himself to coffee, soda biscuits, and a strip of steak just forked from a large kettle of boiling lard. Presently, more coffee, more biscuits, and more steak went the way of the first helping. The hard-riding life of the desert stimulates a healthy appetite. The punchers of the D-Barr-Lazy-R were moving a large herd to a new range. It was made up of several lots bought from smaller outfits that had gone out of business under the pressure of falling prices, short grass, and the activity of rustlers.

Starting point is 00:15:12 The cattle had been loose-bedded in a gulch close at hand, the upper end of which was sealed by an impassable cliff. Many such canons in the wilder parts of the mountains, fenced across the face to serve as a corral, having used by rustlers as caches into which to drift their stolen stock. This one had no doubt more than once played such a part in days past. Expertly, the riders threw the cattle back to the mesa and moved them forward.

Starting point is 00:15:40 Among the bunch, one could find the T-anchor brand, the Circle Cross, the Diamond Tail, and the X-Z scattered among the cows burned with the D-Barr-Lay-R, which was the original brand of the owner, Emerson Crawford. The sun rose and filled the sky. In a heavy cloud of dust, the cattle trailed steadily toward the distant hills.

Starting point is 00:16:04 Near noon, Buck, passing Dave, where he rode as a mountain, drag driver in the wake of the herd shouted a greeting at the young man. Terrible hot, I'm spitting cotton. Dave nodded. His eyes were red and sore from the alkali dusk, his throat dry as a lime kiln. You done said it, Buck, hotter in hell or a yuma? Doug says for us to throw off at seven-mile hole.

Starting point is 00:16:31 I won't make no holler at that. The herd leaders, reading the signs of a spring close at hand, quicken the pace. With necks outstretched, bawling loudly, they hurried forward. Forty-eight hours ago they had last satisfied their thirst. Usually, Doble watered each noon, but the desert yesterday had been dry as Sahara. Only such moisture was available as could be found in black grama and needlegrass. The point of the herd swung in toward the cottonwoods that straggled down from the draw. For hours, the riders were kept busy moving forward the cattle, that had been watered and holding back the pressure of thirsty animals.

Starting point is 00:17:12 Again, the outfit took the desert trail. Heat waves played on the sand. Vegetation grew scant, except for patches of choyah and mesquite, a sand cherry bush here and there, occasionally a clump of shine and poison ivy. Sunset brought them to the salt flats. The foreman gave orders to throw off and make camp. A course was chosen for the race.

Starting point is 00:17:35 From a selected point the horses were to run to a clump of mesquite, round it, and return to the starting place. Doug Doble was chosen both starter and judge. Dave watched Whiskey Bill with the trained eyes of a horseman. The animal was an ugly brute as to the head. Its eyes were set too close and the shape of the nose was deformed from the effects of the rattlesnake's sting. But in legs and body it had the fine lines of a racer. The horse was built. for speed. The cow-puncher's heart sank. His bronco was fast, willing, and very intelligent,

Starting point is 00:18:12 but the little range pony had not been designed to show its heels to a near thoroughbred. Are you ready, doble asked to the two men in the saddles. His brother said, Let her go, Sanders nodded. The revolver barked. Chiquito was off like a flash of light, found its stride instantly. The training of a cowpony makes for alertness for immediate response. Before it had covered 75 yards, the Pinto was three lengths to the good. Dave flying toward the halfway post heard his friend hearts triumphant, yip, yip, yip, coming to him on the wind. He leaned forward, patted his horse on the shoulder, murmuring words of encouragement into its ear. But he knew, without turning round, that the racer

Starting point is 00:18:59 galloping at his heels was drawing closer. Its long shadow thrown in front of it, by the wrestling sun reached to Dave's stirrups, crept to Chiquito's head, moved farther toward the other shadow plunging wildly eastward. Foot by foot, the distance between the horses lessened to two lengths, to one, to half a length. The ugly head of the racer came abreast of the cow puncher. With sickening certainty, the range rider knew that his Chiquito was doing the best that was in it. Whiskey Bill was the faster horse. Simultaneously, he became aware of two things.

Starting point is 00:19:36 The bay was no longer gaining. The halfway mark was just ahead. The cowpuncher knew exactly how to make the turn with the least possible loss of speed and ground. Too often in headlong pursuit of a wild hill steer, he had whirled as on a dollar to leave him any doubt now. Scarce slackening speed, he swept the pinto round the clump of mesquite and was off for home.

Starting point is 00:20:00 Dave was halfway back before he was sure that the thud of Whiskey Bill's hoofs was almost at his heels. He called on the cow pony for a last spurt. The plucky little horse answered the call, gathered itself for the home stretch, for a moment, held its advantage. Again, Bob Hart's yell drifted to Sanders. Then he knew that the bay was running side by side with Chiquito, was slowly creeping to the front. The two horses raced down the stretch together. Whiskey Bill half a length in the lead and gaining at every stride. Daylight showed between them when they crossed the line.

Starting point is 00:20:37 Chiquito had been outrun by a speedier horse. End of Chapter 2. Chapter 3 of Gunside Pass, How Oil Came to the Cattle Country and brought a new west by William McLeod Rain. This Levervox recording is in the public domain. Dave rides on his spurs. Hart came up to his friend grinning. Well, you old horn toad, we got no kick coming.

Starting point is 00:21:06 Chiquito run a mighty pretty race. Only trouble was his legs wasn't long enough. The owner of the pony nodded, a lump in his throat. He was not thinking about the $35, but about the futile race into which he had allowed his little beauty to be trapped. Dave would not be 21 till coming grass, and it still hurt his boyish pride to think that his favorite had been beaten. Another lank range rider drifted up.

Starting point is 00:21:34 Same here, Dave. I'll kiss my 20 bucks. Goodbye, cheerful. You and Lil Hoss run the best race at that. Chiquito started like a bullet out of a gun and say, boys, how he did swing around on the turn. Much obliged, Steve. I reckon he's sure done his best, said Sanders gratefully. The voice of George Doble cut in, openly and offensively jubilant. me, I'd rather show the way at the finish than at the start. You're more liable to collect the Mazuma. I'll tell you now that broomtail never had a chance to beat Whiskey Bill. Your horse can run, sir, admitted Dave.

Starting point is 00:22:12 I know it, but you don't. He didn't have to take the kinks out of his legs to beat that plug. You get your money, said Hart quietly. Ain't that enough without rubbing it in? Sure, I get your money. Easy money at that, boasted Doble. Got any more you want to put up on that circus bronc? Steve Russell voiced his sentiments curtly.

Starting point is 00:22:36 You make me good and tired, Doble. There's only one thing I hate more in a poor loser, and that's a poor winner. As for putting my money on the pinto, I'll just say this. I'll bet my little pile he can beat your bay twenty miles, a hundred miles, or five hundred. Not any, thanks. Whiskey bill's a racer, not a mule team. Miller said, laughing. Steve loosened the center-fire cinch on his pony's saddle.

Starting point is 00:23:03 He noted that there was no real geniality in the fat man's mirth. It was a surface thing designed to convey an effect of good fellowship. Back of it lay the chill and placability of the professional gambler. The usual given take of gay repartee was missing at supper that night. Since they were of the happy-go-lucky outdoor west, it did not greatly distress the Debar-Laysiar riders to lose part of their paychecks. Even if it had, their spirits would have been unimpaired, for it is written in their code that a man must take his punishment without whining.

Starting point is 00:23:39 What heard was that they had been tricked, led like lambs to the killing. None of them doubted now that the pack-horse of the gamblers was a ringer. These men had deliberately crossed the path of the trail outfit in order to take from the vicaros their money, The punchers were sulky. Instead of a fair race, they had been up against an open-and-shut proposition, as Russell phrased it.

Starting point is 00:24:03 The jeers of doble did not improve their tempers. The man was temperamentally mean-hearted. He could not let his victims alone. They say one's born every minute, add, Dogged if I don't believe it, he sneered. Miller was not saying much himself, but his fat stomach shook at this Sally. If his partner could goad the boys into more betting, he was quite willing to divide the profits.

Starting point is 00:24:30 Audibly heart yawned and murmured his sentiments aloud. I'm liable to tell these birds what I think of them, Steve, if they don't spend quite some time laying off on us. Don't tell us out loud, we might hear you, advised Doble insolently. In regards to that, I'd sure worry if you did. Dave was at that moment returning to his place with a cup of hot. coffee. By some perverse trick of fate, his glance fell on Dobel's sinister face of malignant triumph. His self-control snapped, and in an instant the whole course of his life was deflected from the path it would otherwise have taken. With a flip, he tossed up the tin cup so that the hot coffee

Starting point is 00:25:12 soused the crook. God Almighty! screamed Doble, leaping to his feet. He reached for his 45, just as Sanders closed with him. The range rider's revolver, like, that of most of his fellows, was in a blanket roll in the wagon. Miller, with surprising agility for a fat man, got to his feet and launched himself at the puncher. Dave flung the smaller of his opponents back against Steve, who was sitting tailor-fashioned beside him. The gunman tottered and fell over Russell, who lost no time in pinning his hands to the ground while Hart deftly removed the revolver from his pocket. Swinging around to face Miller, Dave saw at once that the big man had chosen not to draw his gun.

Starting point is 00:25:55 In spite of his fat, the gambler was a rough and tumble fighter of parts. The extra weight had come in recent years, but underneath it lay rope muscles and heavy bones. Men often remarked that they had never seen a fat man who could handle himself like Ed Miller. The two clenched. Dave had the underhold and tried to trip his bulkier foe. The other sidestepped, circling round.

Starting point is 00:26:19 He got one hand under the boy's chin, and drove it up and back, flinging the range rider a dozen yards. Instantly, Dave plunged at him. He had to get at close quarters, for he could not tell when Miller would change his mind and elect to fight with a gun. The man had chosen the hand-to-hand tussle Dave knew, because he was sure he could beat so stringy and opponent as himself. Once he got the grip on him that he wanted,

Starting point is 00:26:46 the big gambler would crush him by sheer strength. So, though the youngster had to be a youngster had, to get close, he dared not clinch. His judgment was that his best bet was his fists. He jabbed at the big white face, ducked and jabbed again. Now he was in the shine of the moon. Now he was in darkness. A red streak came out on the white face opposite, and he knew he had drawn blood. Miller roared like a bull and flailed away at him. More than one heavy blow jarred him, sent a bolt of pain shooting through him. The only thing he was, he said, he had to him. The only thing he he saw was that shining face. He pecked away at it with swift jabs, taking what punishment he must

Starting point is 00:27:28 and dodging the rest. Miller was furious. He had intended to clean up this bantam in about a minute. He rushed again, broke through Dave's defense, and closed with him. His great arms crushed into the ribs of his lean opponent. As they swung around and around, Dave gasped for breath. He twisted and squirm trying to escape that deadly hug. Somehow he succeeded in tripping his huge foe. They went down, locked together, Dave underneath. The puncher knew that if he had room, Miller would hammer his face to a pulp.

Starting point is 00:28:05 He drew himself close to the barrel body, arms and legs wound tight like hoops. Miller gave a yell of pain. Instinctively, Dave moved his legs higher and clamp them tighter. The yell rose again, became a scream of agony. Let me loose, shriek the man on top. My God, you're killing me.

Starting point is 00:28:25 Dave had not the least idea what was disturbing Miller's peace of mind, but whatever it was moved to his advantage. He clamped tighter, working his heels into another secure position. The big man bellowed with pain. Take him off, take him off, he implored in shrill crescendo. What's all this? demanded an imperious voice. Miller was torn Howland from the arms and legs that bound him, and Dave found himself jerked roughly to his feet.

Starting point is 00:28:55 The big raw-bone foreman was glaring at him above his large hook nose. The trail balls had been out at the remuda with the jingler when the trouble began. He had arrived in time to rescue his fat friend. "'What's eating you, Sanders?' he demanded curtly. "'He jumped George,' yelled Miller. Breathing hard, Dave faced his foe warily. He was in a better strategic position than he had been, for he had pulled the revolver of the fat man from its holster just as they were dragged apart.

Starting point is 00:29:25 It was in his right hand now, pressed close to his hip, ready for instant use if need be. He could see without looking that Doble was still struggling and effectively in the grip of Russell. Dave stumbled and spilt some coffee on George, then George he tried to gun him. Miller mixed in then, explained Hart. The foreman glared.

Starting point is 00:29:46 None of this stuff while you're on the trail with my outfit. Get that, Sanders, I won't have it. Dave, he couldn't hardly help himself, Buck Byneton broke in. They was running on him considerable, Doug. I ain't asking for excuses. I'm telling you boys what's what, retorted the road boss. Sanders, give him his gun. The cow puncher took a step backward. He had no intention of handing a loaded gun to Miller while the gambler was in his present frame of mind.

Starting point is 00:30:14 That might be equivalent to suicide. He broke the revolver, turned the cylinder, and shook out the cartridges. The empty weapon he tossed on the ground. He ripped me with his spurs, Miller said sullenly. That's how come I had to turn him loose. Dave looked down at the man's legs. His trousers were torn to shreds. Blood had trickled down the lacerated calves where the spurs had riled the flesh cruelly.

Starting point is 00:30:43 No wonder Miller had suddenly lost interest in the fight. The Vicaro thanked his lucky stars that he had not taken off his spurs and left them with the saddle. The first thing that Dave did was to strike straight for the wagon where his roll of bedding was. He untied the rope, flung open the blankets, and took from inside the 45 he carried to shoot rattlesnakes. This he shoved down between his shirt and trousers where it would be handy for use in case of need. his role he brought back with him as a justification for the trip to the wagon. He had no intention of starting anything. All he wanted was not to be caught at a disadvantage a second time.

Starting point is 00:31:26 Miller and the two dobles were standing a little way apart, talking together in low tones. The fat man, his foot on the spoke of a wagon wheel, was tying up one of his bleeding calves with a bandana handkerchief. Dave gathered that his contribution to the... the conversation consisted mainly of fervent and almost tearful profanity. The brothers appeared to be debating some point with heat. George insisted, and the foreman gave up with a lift of his big shoulders. Have it your own way. I hate to have you leave us after I tell you there'll be no more trouble,

Starting point is 00:32:01 but if that's how you feel about it, I got nothing to say. What I want to understand is this. Doug Doble raised his voice for all to hear. that I'm boss of this outfit and won't stand for any rough stuff. If the boys or any one of them can't lose their money without belly aching, they can get their time pronto. The two gamblers pack their racehorse, saddled and rode away without a word to any of the range riders. The men around the fire gave no sign that they knew the confidence men were on the map

Starting point is 00:32:34 until they had gone. Then tongues began to wag, the foreman having gone. on to the edge of the camp with them. Well, my feelings ain't hurt one little bit because they won't play with us no more, Steve Russell said, smiling broadly. Can you blame that fat guy for not wanting to play with Dave here?

Starting point is 00:32:54 asked Hart, as he beamed at the memory of what he had seen. Son, you certainly gave him one surprise party when your rouse dug in. Wonder to me he didn't stampede the cow's way he hollered, grin the third. I don't grudge of it. of my ten plunks, not none.

Starting point is 00:33:12 Dave, he'd give me my money's worth that last round. I had a little luck, admitted Dave modestly. Betcha, agreed Steve. I was just starting over to haul the fat guy off Dave when he began bleating for us to come help him turn loose the bear. I kind of took my time then. Once I went to a play called All's Well that ends well, said Byington reminiscently,

Starting point is 00:33:38 at the Taber Grand Theater in Denver. Did it tell how a freckled cow punch rode a fat tin horn on a spurs? asked Hart. Bet he wears stovepipes on his legs next time he mixes it with Dave, suggested one coffee-brown youth. Well, looks like the show is over for tonight. I'm going to roll in. Motion carried unanimously. End of Chapter 3.

Starting point is 00:34:10 Chapter 4 of Gunside Pass, How Oil Came to the Cattle Country. and brought a new west by William McLeod rain. This Liebervox recording is in the public domain. The paint hoss disappears. Wakened by the gong, Dave lay luxuriously in the warmth of his blankets. It was not for several moments that he remembered the fight or the circumstances leading to it. The grin that lit his boyish face at thought of its unexpected conclusion was a fleeting one,

Starting point is 00:34:41 for he discovered that it hurt his face to smile. Briskly he rose and grunted, Ouch! His sides were sore from the rib-squeezing of Miller's powerful arms. Byington walked out to the remuda with him. How's the man-tamer of this glad morning? He asked of Dave. Fine and dandy, old lizard.

Starting point is 00:35:04 You sure got the deadwood on him when your spurs got into action. A man's like a watermelon. You can't take it. how good he is till you thump him. Miller is right bigotty, and they say he's sudden death with a gun, but when it comes down to cases, he hadn't the guts to go through and stand the gaff. He's been living soft too long, don't you reckon?

Starting point is 00:35:28 No, sir, he just didn't have the sand in his craw to hang on and finish you off whilst he was ripping up his legs. Dave roped his mount and rode out to meet Chiquito. The Pinto was an aristocrat in his way. He preferred to choose his company, was a little disdainful of the cowpony that had no accomplishments. Usually he grazed a short distance from the remuda, together with one of Bob Hart's string.

Starting point is 00:35:56 The two ponies had been brought up in the same bunch. This morning, Dave's whistle brought no knicker of joy, no thud of hoofs galloping out of darkness to him. He rode deeper in the desert. No answer came to his calls. At a canter he cut across the plane to the Wrangler. That young man had seen nothing of Chiquito since the evening before, but this was not at all unusual.

Starting point is 00:36:23 The cowpuncher returned to camp for breakfast and got permission of the foreman to look for his missing horses. Beyond the flats was a country creased with draws and dry arroyos. From one to another of these, Dave went without finding a trace of the animals. All day he pushed through cactus and mesquite heavy with gray dust. In the late afternoon he gave up for the time and struck back to the flats. It was possible that the lost Broncos had rejoined the Remuda of their own accord or had been found by some of the riders gathering up strays.

Starting point is 00:36:58 Dave struck the herd trail and followed it toward the new camp. A horseman came out of the golden west of the sunset to meet him. for a long time he saw the figure rising and falling in the saddle, the pony moving in the even fox-trod of the cattle country. The man was Bob Hart. Found him? shouted Dave when he was close enough to be heard. No, and we won't, not this side of Lappie. Those scallowags didn't make camp last night.

Starting point is 00:37:28 They kept traveling. If you ask me, they're moving yet and they've got our Bronx with them. This had already occurred to Dave, as a possibility. Any proof? he asked quietly. A plenty. I've been riding on the point all day. Three, four times we cut trail of five horses.

Starting point is 00:37:48 Two of the five are being ridden. My four bits haws has got a broken front hoof. So has one of the five. Moving fast, are they? You're damn whistling. They're hiving off for parts unknown. Malapie first off looks like. They got friends there.

Starting point is 00:38:05 Steelman in his outfit will protect them while they hunt cover and make a getaway. Miller mentioned Denver before the race, said he was figuring on going there. Maybe. He was probably lying. You can't tell. Point is, we've got to get busy. My notion is we'd better make a B-line from Lappie right away, proposed Bob. We'll travel all night, no use wasting any more time. Doug Dauble received their decision sourly. It don't tickle me a heap to be left shorthanded Because you two boys have got an excuse to get to town quicker

Starting point is 00:38:41 Heart looked him straight in the eye Call an excuse if you want to We're after a pair of short-horn crooks that stole our horses The foreman flushed angrily Don't come belly-acheing to me about your broom tails I ain't got them We know who's got them said Dave evenly What we want is a wage check so we can cash it at Malapie

Starting point is 00:39:04 "'You don't get it,' returned the big foreman bluntly. "'We pay off when we reach the end of the drive.' "'I notice you pay your brother and Miller when we gave an order for it,' heart retorted with heat. "'A different proposition. "'They hadn't signed up for this drive like you boys did. "'You'll get what's coming to you when I pay off the others. "'You'll not get it before.'

Starting point is 00:39:27 "'The two riders retired sulkily. "'They felt it was not fair, but on the trail the foreman is an officer. From the other riders they borrowed a few dollars and gave an exchange orders on their paychecks. Within an hour they were on the road. Fresh horses had been roped from the remuda and were carrying them at an even Spanish jog-trot through the night. The stars came out clear and steady above a ghostly world at sleep. The desert was a place of mystery, a vast space peopled by strange and misty shapes. The plane stretched vaguely before them.

Starting point is 00:40:08 Far away was the thin outline of the range which enclosed the valley. The riders held their course by means of that, trained sixth sense of direction their occupation had developed. They spoke little. Once a coyote howled dismally from the edge of the mesa. For the most part, there was no sound except the chuffing of the horse's movements and the occasional ring of a hoof in the baked ground. The gray dawn, shifting into the sky, found them still traveling.

Starting point is 00:40:39 The mountains came closer, grew more definite. The desert flamed again, dry, lifeless, torrid beneath a sky of turquoise. Dust eddy's whirled in the inverted cones, wind devils playing in spirals across the sand. Tablelands, mesas, wide plains, desolate lava stretches, each in turn was traversed by these lean, grim, bronzed riders. They reached the foothills and left behind the desert shimmering in the dancing heat. In a deep gorge, where the hill creases gave them shade, the punters threw off the trail, unsaddled, hobbled their horses, and stole a few hours sleep.

Starting point is 00:41:22 In the late afternoon they rode back to the trail through a draw, the ponies wading fetlock deep in yellow, red, blue, and purple flowers. The mountains across the vows. Lally looked in the dry heat as though made of paper mache. Closer at hand, the undulations of sand hills stretched toward the pass for which they were making. A mule deer started out of a dry wash and fled into the sunset light. The long stratified faces of rock escarpments caught the glow of the sliding sun and became battlemented towers of ancient story.

Starting point is 00:41:58 The riders climbed steadily now, no longer engulfed in the groundswell of land, waves. They breathed an air like wine, strong, pure, bracing. Presently, their way led them into a hill pocket which ran into a gorge of pinions stretching toward Gunside Pass. The stars were out again when they looked down from the other side of the pass upon the lights of Malapy. End of Chapter 4. Chapter 5 of Gunside Pass, How Oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McCle. loud rain. This Liebervox recording is in the public domain.

Starting point is 00:42:44 Supper at Delmonicos Interrupted. The two D. Bar Laziar Punchers ate supper at Delmonicos. The restaurant was owned by Wang Chung, a Cantonese celestial did the cooking, and another waited on table. The price of a meal was 25 cents, regardless of what one ordered. Hop Lee, the waiter, grinned at the frolicsome youths with the serenity of a world-old wisdom. Bleaf steak, plork chop, lamb-negs, clorn-leaf hash, splanish stew, he chanted, reciting the bill of fare. Yes, murmured Bob.

Starting point is 00:43:22 The waiter said his piece again. Listen's good to me, agreed Dave. Lead it to us. You take e-to, bleaf steak, and lamb-eggs, maybe, suggested Hop, helpfully. That's right, two orders of everything on the me and you, Charlie. Hop did not argue with them. He never argued with a customer. If they stormed at him, he took refuge in a suddenly acquired lack of understanding of English. If they called him Charlie or John or One Lung, he accepted the name cheerfully and laid it to a racial mental deficiency

Starting point is 00:43:59 of the Melicans. Now he decided to make a selection himself. Velliewell, leaf steak, and lamine eggs. Fried potatoes done brown, John. Flyed potatoes, tea or clothy. Coffee, decided Dave, for both of them. Warm mine. And custard pie, added Bob, made from this year's crop. Egg, sunny side up, directed his friend.

Starting point is 00:44:27 Fry mine, one on one side and one on the other. Heart continued facetiously. Very well. Hop Lees and passive face betrayed no perplexity as he departed. In the course of a season, he waited on hundreds of wild men from the hills, drunk and sober.

Starting point is 00:44:46 Dave helped himself to bread from a plate stacked high with thick slices. He buttered it and began to eat. Hart did the same. At Delmonicos, nobody ever waited till the meal was served. Just about to attack a second slice, Dave stopped to stare at,

Starting point is 00:45:02 his companion. Heart was looking past his shoulder with alert and tentness. Dave turned his head. Two men leaving the restaurant were paying the cashier. They just stepped out of that booth to the right, whispered Bob. The men were George Doble and a cowpuncher known as Shorty, a broad, heavyset little man who worked for Bradley Steelman, owner of the rocking horse ranch, what time he was not engaged on nefarious business of his own. He was wearing a chihuahua hat and leather chaps, with silver conscience. At this moment, Hop Lee arrived with dinner. Dave sighed as he grinned at his friend.

Starting point is 00:45:40 I need that supper in my system I sure do, but I reckon I don't get it. You do not, old lizard, agreed Hart. I'll say Dobles the most inconsiderate guy I ever did trail. Why couldn't he have showed up a half hour later, daggum his ornery hide? They paid their bill and passed into the street, immediately the sound of a clear high voice arrested their attention.

Starting point is 00:46:04 It vibrated indignation and dread. "'What have you done with my father?' came sharply to them on the wings of the soft night wind. A young woman was speaking. She was in a buggy and was talking to two men on the sidewalk, the two men who had preceded the range riders out of the restaurant. "'Why, miss, we ain't done a thing to him, nothing tall!' The man Shorty was speaking in a tone of honeyed conciliation. It was quite plain he did not want a scene on the street.

Starting point is 00:46:37 That's a lie, the voice of the girl broke for an instant to a sob. Do you think I don't know you're Brad Steelman's handyman, that you do his meanness for him when he snaps his fingers? You sure do click your heels mighty loud, miss. Dave caught in that soft answer, the purr of malice. He remembered now, hearing from Buck Byington, that years ago Emerson Crawford had rounded up evidence to send Shorty to the penitentiary for rebranding through a blanket. I reckon you come by it honest. I'm always acted like he was God Almighty.

Starting point is 00:47:15 Where is he? What's become of him? she cried. Is your paw missing? I'm right sorry to hear that, the cowpuncher countered with suave irony. He was eager to be gone. His glance followed Dobel, who was moving slowly down the street. The girl's face, white and shining in the moonlight, leaned out of the buggy toward the retreating vicaro. "'Don't you dare hurt my father! Don't you dare, she warned,' the words choked in her tense throat.

Starting point is 00:47:45 Shorty continued to back away. "'You're excited, miss. You go home and think it over reasonable. You'll be sorry you talk this way to me,' he said with unctuous virtue. Then swiftly he turned and went straddling down the walk, his spurs jingling music as he moved. Quickly, Dave gave directions to his friend. Duck back into the restaurant, Bob, get a pocketful of dry rice from the chink,

Starting point is 00:48:11 trail those birds to their nest and find where they roost. Then stick around like a burr, scatter rice behind you, and I'll drift along later. First off, I got to stay and talk with Miss Joyce, and say, take along a rope, might need it. A moment later, Hart was in the restaurant, commandeering rice, and Sanders was lifting his dusty hat to the young woman in the buggy. "'If I can hip you any Miss Joyce,' he said.

Starting point is 00:48:39 Beneath the dark and delicate brows, she frowned at him. "'Who are you? Dave Sanders, my name is. I reckon you never heard tell of me. I punch cows for your father.' Her luminous hazel-brown eyes steadied in his, read the honesty of his simple, boyish heart. You heard what I said to that man?

Starting point is 00:49:00 Part of it. Well, it's true. I know it is, but I can't prove it. Hart, moving swiftly down the street, waved a hand at his friend as he passed. Without turning his attention from Joyce Crawford, Dave acknowledged the signal. How do you know it?

Starting point is 00:49:17 Steelman's men have been watching our house. They were hanging round at different times day before yesterday. This man's shorty was one. Any special reason for the feud to break out right now? Father is going to prove up on a claim this week, the one that takes in the Tularosa water holes. You know the trouble they've had about it, how they kept breaking our fences to water their sheep and cattle.

Starting point is 00:49:41 Don't you think maybe they're trying to keep him from proving up? Maybe so. When did you see him last? Her lip trembled. Night before last. After supper, he started for the cattlemen's club, but he never got there. Sure he wasn't called out to one of the ranches, unexpected?

Starting point is 00:50:00 I sent out to make sure he hasn't been seen there. Looks like some of Brad Steelman's smooth work, admitted Dave. If he could work for your father to sign a relinquishment, fire flickered in her eye. He'd ought to know Dad better. That's right, too, but Brad needs them waterholes in his business bad. Without him, he loses the whole round top-ramp. range. He might take a crack at turning the screws on your father.

Starting point is 00:50:29 You don't think, she stopped to fight back a sob that filled her soft throat. Dave was not sure what he thought, but he answered cheerfully and instantly. No, I don't reckon they've dry-gulched him or anything. Emerson Crawford is one sure enough husky citizen. He couldn't either be shot or rough-housed in town without someone hearing the noise. What's more, it wouldn't be their play to injure him. but to force a relinquishment. That's true.

Starting point is 00:50:58 You believe that, don't you? Joyce cried eagerly. Sure I do, and Dave discovered that his argument or his hopes for the moment convinced him. Now the question is, what's to be done? Yes, she admitted, and the tremor of the lips told him that she depended upon him to work out the problem. His heart swelled with glad pride at the thought. That man who was just past is my friend, he told him. he's trailing that duck shorty. Like as not, we'll find out what's stirring.

Starting point is 00:51:29 I'll go with you, the girl said, vivid lips parted in anticipation. No, you go home. This is a man's job. As soon as I find out anything, I'll let you know. You'll come, no matter what time of night it is, she pleaded. Yes, he promised. Her firm little hand rested a moment on his brown palm. I'm dependent on you, she murmured, and, a whisper lifted to a low wail by a stress of emotion. End of Chapter 5. Chapter 6 of Gunside Pass, how oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McLeod rain.

Starting point is 00:52:15 This Librevox recording is in the public domain. By way of a window. A trail of rice led down Mission Street, turned at Huniparro, crossed into an alley, and trickled along a dusty road to the outskirts of the front of the frontier. town. The responsibility Joyce had put upon him uplifted Dave. He had followed the horse race gamblers to town on purely selfish undertaking, but he had been caught in a cross-current of fate and was being swept into dangerous waters for the sake of another. Doble and Miller were small fish in the swirl of this more desperate venture. He knew Brad Stealman by sight and by reputation.

Starting point is 00:52:57 A man's coffee-brown hatchet face, his restless black eye, the high, narrow shoulders, the slope of the nose and chin, combined somehow to give him the look of a wily and predacious wolf. The boy had never met anyone who so impressed him with a sense of ruthless rapacity. He was audacious and deadly an attack, but always he covered his tracks cunningly. Suspected of many crimes, he had been proved guilty of none. It was a safe bet that now he had a line of retreat working,

Starting point is 00:53:31 out in case his plans went awry. A soft low whistle stayed his feet. From behind a greasewood bush, Bob rose and beckoned him. Dave tiptoed to him. Both of them crouched behind cover while they whispered. The Dobby House over to the ride, said Bob. I've been up and tried to look in, but they got curtains drawn. I would like to have seen how many gents are present.

Starting point is 00:53:59 Nothing doing. it's a strictly private party. Dave told him what he had learned from the daughter of Emerson Crawford. Might make a gather of boys and raid the joint, suggested Hart. Bad medicine, Bob. Our work's got to be smoother than that. How do we know they got the old man a prisoner there? What excuse we got for attacking a peaceable house? A friend of mine's brother once got shot up making a similar mistake.

Starting point is 00:54:28 Maybe Crawford's there. Maybe he ain't. Say he is. All right. There's some gunplay back and forth like his not. A bill and a man pour out of the place. We go in and find the old man with a bullet right sprang through his forehead. Well, ain't that too bad. In the rookies, his own punchers must have gunned him accidental. How would that story listen in court? It wouldn't listen good to me. How come Crawford to be a prisoner there? I'd want to know. Sure you would, and Steelman would have witnesses of plenty to swear the old man had just draped in to see if they couldn't talk things over and make a settlement of their troubles. All right, what's your program then? asked Bob. Darn if I know, say we scout the ground over first.

Starting point is 00:55:18 They made a wide circuit and approached the house from the rear, warming their way through the Indian grass toward the back door. Dave crept forward and tried the door. It was locked. The window was latched and the blind lowered. He drew back and rejoined his companion. No chance there, he whispered. How about the roof? asked Hart. It was an eight-roomed house from the roof two dormers jutted.

Starting point is 00:55:46 No light issued from either of them. Dave's eyes lit. What's the matter with taking a whirl at it? His partner continued. Your top hand was a little. the rope. Suits me fine. The young puncher arranged the coils carefully and whirled the loop around his head to get the field to throw. It would not do to miss the first cast and let the rope fall dragging down the roof. Someone might hear and come out to investigate. The rope snaked forward

Starting point is 00:56:15 and up, settled gracily over the chimney, and tightened around it close to the shingles. Good enough. Now, me for the climb, murmured Hart. "'Don't pull your pocket-pin, Bob. "'Me first. "'All right. "'We ain't no time to debate. "'Shag up, old scout.' "'Dave slipped off his high-heel boots

Starting point is 00:56:36 "'and went up hand over hand, "'using his feet against the rough adobe walls "'to help in the ascent. "'When he came to the eaves, "'he threw a leg up and clamber to the roof. "'In another moment, "'he was huddled against the chimney "'and waiting for his companion.

Starting point is 00:56:52 "'As soon his heart had joined him, he pulled up the rope and wound it round the chimney. You stay here while I see what's doing, Dave proposed. I never did see such a fellow for hogging all the fun, objected Bob. Ain't you going to leave me trail along? Got to play a lone hand till we find out where we're at, Bob. Doubles the chances of being bumped into if we both go. Then you roost on the roof and let me look the range over for the old man.

Starting point is 00:57:21 Didn't Miss Joyce tell me to find her paw? What's eating you, part? You poor plug-nickel, throited heart. Think she picked you special for the job, do you? Be reasonable, Bob, pleaded Dave. His friend gave way. Cut your stick, then. Holler for me when I wanted.

Starting point is 00:57:41 Dave moved down the roof to the nearest dormer. The house he judged had originally belonged to a well-to-do Mexican family and had later been built upon by American ideas. The thick adobe walls had come down. from the earlier owners, but the roof had been put on as a substitute for the flat one of its first incarnation. The range rider was wearing plain shiny leather chaps with a gun in an open holster tied at the bottom to facilitate quick action. He drew out the revolver, tested it noiselessly, and restored it carefully to its place. If he needed the six-shooter at all, he would need it

Starting point is 00:58:17 badly and suddenly. Gingerly he tested the window of the dormer, working at it from the side so that his body would not be visible to anyone who happened to be watching from within. Apparently it was latched. He crept across the roof to the other dormer. It was a casement window, and at the touch of the hand it gave way. The heart of the cowpuncher beat fast with excitement. In the shadowy darkness of that room, death might be lurking, its hand already outstretched toward him. He peered in, accustoming his eyes to the blackness. A prickling of the skin ran over him. The tiny cold feet of mice pattered up and down his spine,

Starting point is 00:59:01 for he knew that, though he could not yet make out the objects inside the room, his face must be like a framed portrait to anybody there. He made out presently that it was a bedroom with sloping ceiling. A bunk with blankets thrown back, just as a sleeper had left them, filled one side of the chamber. There were two chairs, a washstand, a six-inch by ten, and looking glass, a chrome or two on the wall. A sought-off shotgun was standing in a corner.

Starting point is 00:59:30 Here and there were scattered soiled clothing and stained boots. The door was ajar, but nobody was in the room. Dave eased himself over the sill and waited for a moment while he listened, the revolver in his hand. It seemed to him that he could hear a faint murmur of voices, but he was not sure. He moved across the bear plane. floor, slid through the door, and again stopped to take stock of his surroundings.

Starting point is 01:00:00 He was at the head of a stairway which ran down to the first floor and lost itself in the darkness of the hall. Leaning over the banister, he listened intently for any sign of life below. He was sure now that he heard the sound of low voices behind a closed door. The cow-puncher hesitated. Should he stop to explore the upper story? Or should he go down at once and try to find out what those voices might tell him. It might be that time was of the essence of his contract to discover what had become of Emerson Crawford. He decided to look for his information on the first floor.

Starting point is 01:00:39 Never before had Dave noticed that stairs creaked and groan so loudly beneath the pressure of a soft footstep. They seemed to shout his approach, though he took every step with elaborate precautions. A door slammed somewhere, and his heart jumped at the sound of it. He did not hide the truth from himself. If Steelman or his men found him here looking for Crawford, he would never leave the house alive. His foot left the last tread and found the uncarpeted floor.

Starting point is 01:01:10 He crept, hand outstretched toward the door behind which he heard men talking. As he moved forward, his stomach muscles tightened. At any moment someone might come out of the room and walk into him. He put his eye to the keyhole and through it saw a narrow segment of the room. Ad Miller was sitting a straddle of chair, his elbows on the back. Another man, one not visible to the cowpuncher, was announcing a decision in giving an order. Hook up the horses, Shorty. He's got his neck bowed and he won't sign. All right, I'll get the durn fool up in the hills,

Starting point is 01:01:49 and show him whether he will or won't. I could have told you he had sand in his crawl, shorty was speaking. He too was beyond the range of Dave's vision. M. Crawford won't sign unless he's a mine, too. Take my advice, Brad. Collect the kid, and you'll sure have M. Hogg tied. He sets the world and all by her.

Starting point is 01:02:11 You betcha he'll talk turkey then, predicted Miller. Are we fighting kids? The squat puncher wanted to know. Did I ask you your advice, Shorty? inquired Steelman acidly. The range rider grumbled an indistinct answer. Dave did not make out the words and his interest in the conversation abruptly ceased. For from upstairs there came a sudden sound of trampling feet, of bodies thrashing to and fro in conflict. A revolver shot barked its sinister menace.

Starting point is 01:02:43 Dave rose to go. At the same time the door in front of him was jerked open. He pushed his 45 into Miller's fat ribs. What's your hurry? Stick up your hands. Stick him up. The boy was backing along the passage as he spoke. He reached the Newell post in that second while Miller was being flung aside by an eruption of men from the room. Like a frightened rabbit, Dave leaped for the stairs, taking them three at a time. Halfway up he collided with a man flying down.

Starting point is 01:03:15 They came together with a heavy impact of fast, moving bodies. The two collapsed and rolled down one over the other. Sanders rose like a rubber ball. The other man lay still. He had been put out cold. Dave's head had struck him in the solar plexus and knocked the breath out of him. The young cowpuncher found himself the active center of a cyclone. His own revolver was gone. He grappled with a man, seizing him by the wrist to prevent the use of a long-barreled colts. The trigger fell, a bullet flying through the ceiling. The men pressed about him, trying to reach him with their fists and to strike him with their weapons. Their high heels crushed cruelly the flesh of his stockinged feet. The darkness befriended Dave.

Starting point is 01:04:03 In the masked melee, they dared not shoot for fear of hitting the wrong mark. Nor could they always be sure which shifting figure was the enemy. Dave clung close to the man he had seen. He using him as a shield against the others. The pack swayed down the hall into the wedge of light thrown by the lamp in the room. Across the head of the man next to him, Shorty reached and raised his arm. Dave saw the blue barrel of the revolver sweeping down, but could not free a hand to protect himself. A jagged pain shot through his head. The power went out of his legs. He sagged at the hinges of his knees. He stumbled and went down. Heavy boots kicked at him where he lay. It seemed to him that bolts of lightning were zigzagging through him. The pain ceased,

Starting point is 01:04:54 and he floated away into a sea of space. End of Chapter 6. Chapter 7 of Gunsight Pass, How Oil Came to the Cattle Country and brought a new west by William McLeod Rain. This Libravox recording is in the public domain. Bob Hart takes a hand. Bob Hart waited till his friend had disappeared into the house before he moved. Thought he'd run it over me so I'd roost here on the roof, did he? Well, I'm after the old horn-toed full jump, the puncher murmured, a gay grin on his good-looking face.

Starting point is 01:05:37 He too examined his gun before he followed Dave through the dormer window and passed into the frowsy bread chamber. None of the details of it escaped his cool, king. gaze, least of all the sawed-off shotgun in the corner. That scattergun might come in handy. R reckon I'll move it so as I'll know just where it's at when I need it, he said to himself, and carried the gun to the bed where he covered it with a quilt. At the top of the stairs, Bob also hesitated before passing down.

Starting point is 01:06:08 Why not be sure of his line of communications with the roof before going too far? He did not want to be in such a hurry that his... his retreat would be cut off. With as little noise as possible, Bob explored the upper story. The first room in which he found himself was empty of all furniture, except a pair of broken-backed chairs. One casual glance was enough here. He was about to try a second door when someone spoke.

Starting point is 01:06:37 He recognized the voice. It belonged to the man who wrote his paychecks, and it came from an adjoining room. Always do you as crooked as a dog's hind legs, Doble. Never liked you a lick in the road. I'll say this. Someday I'll certainly hang your hide up to dry for your treachery. No use to get on the peck, M.

Starting point is 01:07:01 It don't do you no good to make me sore. Maybe you'll need a friend before your shed of Brad. It relieves my mind to tell you what a yellow coyote you are, explained the cattleman. You got about as much sand as a brush rabbit, and I'd trust you as far as I would a rattler, you damned sidewinder. Bob tried the door. The knob turned in his hand, and the door slowly opened inward. The rattle of the latch brought George Dobel's sly, shifty eye round.

Starting point is 01:07:33 He was expecting to see one of his friends from below. A stare of blank astonishment gave way to a leaping flicker of fear. The crook jumped to his feet. tugged at his gun. Before he could fire, the range rider had closed with him. The plunging attack drove Doble back against the table, a flimsy round-topped affair, which gave way beneath this assault upon it. The two men went down in the wreck. Doble squirmed away like a cat, but before he could turn to use his revolver, Bob was on him again. The puncher caught his right arm, in time and in no more than time. The deflected bullet pinged through a looking

Starting point is 01:08:15 glass on a dresser near the foot of the bed. Go to it, son, grab the gun and bust his head wide open, an excited voice encouraged heart. But Doble clung to his weapon as a lost cow does to a doby waterhole in the desert. Bob got a grip on his arm and twisted till he screamed with pain. He did a head spin and escaped. One hundred and sixty pounds of steel-muscled cow-puncher landed on his midriff, and the six-shooter went chattering away to a far corner of the room. Bob dived for the revolver, doble for the door. A moment and heart had the gun. But whereas there had been three in the room, there were now but two. A voice from the bed spoke in Kirk Command. Cut me loose! Bob had heard that voice on more than one roundup.

Starting point is 01:09:08 It was that of Emerson Crawford. The range rider's sharp knife cut the ropes that tied the hands and feet of his employer. He worked in the dark, and it took time. Who are you? How come you here? demanded the cattleman. I'm Bob Hart. It's quite a story. Miss Joyce sent me and Dave Sanders, answered the young man, still busy with the ropes. From below came the sound of a shot, the shuffling. of many feet. Must be him downstairs. I reckon, there's a muley gun in the hall.

Starting point is 01:09:42 Crawford stretched his cramped muscles, flexing and reflexing his arms and legs. Get it, son, we'll drift down and sit in. When Bob returned, he found the big cattleman examining Dobel's revolver. He broke the shotgun to make sure it was loaded. Then, we'll travel, he said coolly. The battle sounds below had died away. From the landing they looked down into the hall and saw a bar of light that came through a partly open door. Voices were lifting in excitement. One of M. Crawford's riders, someone was saying.

Starting point is 01:10:18 A whole passel of them must be round the place. Came the thud of a boot on something soft. Put the damn spy out of business, I say, broke in another angrily. Hearts gorge rose. That's Miller, he whispered. to his chief. He's kicking Dave, now he's down, because Dave wailed him good. Softly, the two men patted down the stair treads and moved along the passage. Who's that? demanded Shorty, thrusting his head into the hall.

Starting point is 01:10:50 Stay right there, or I'll shoot. Oh, no, you won't, answered the cattleman evenly. I'm coming into that room to have a settlement. There'll be no shooting unless I'd do it. His step did not falter. He moved forward. forward, brushed shorty aside, and strode into the midst of his enemies. Dave lay on the floor. His hair was clotted with blood and a thin stream of it dripped from his head. The men grouped round his body, had their eyes focused on the man who had just pushed his way in. All of them were armed, but not one of them made a move to attack. For there is something about a strong man unafraid, more potent than a company of troopers.

Starting point is 01:11:34 Such a man was Emerson Crawford now. His life might be hanging in the balance of his enemy's fears, but he gave no sign of uncertainty. His steady gray eyes swept the circle, rested on each worried face, and fastened on Brad Steeleman. The two had been enemies for years, rivals for control of the range and for leadership in the community.

Starting point is 01:11:58 Before that, as young men, they had been candidates for the hand of the girl that the better one had won. The sheetman was shrewd and cunning, but he had no such force of character as Crawford. At the bottom of his heart, though he seethed with hatred, he quailed before that level gaze. Did his foe have the house surrounded with his range riders? Did he mean to make him pay with his life for the thing he had done? Steelman laughed uneasily.

Starting point is 01:12:29 An option lay before him. He could fight, or he could throw up the hand he had dealt him. from a stacked deck. If he let his enemy walk away Scott free, some day he would probably have to pay Crawford with interest. His choice was a characteristic one. Well, I reckon you'd kind of upset my plans, Em. Of course I was a cod and you. I didn't aim to hurt you none, though I'd like to have talked you out of the waterholes. The big cattleman ignored this absolutely. Have a team hitched right away. Shorty will tend to that. Bob, tie up your friend's head with a handkerchief. Without an instant's hesitation, Hart thrust his revolver back into its holster. He was willing to

Starting point is 01:13:16 trust Crawford to dominate this group of lawless foes, every one of whom had some deep grudge against him. One he had sent to the penitentiary. Another he had actually kicked out of his employ. A third was in his debt for many injuries received. Almost any of them would have shot him in the back on a dark night, but none had the cold nerve to meet him in the open. For even in a land which bred man, there were few to match Emerson Crawford. Shorty looked at Steelman. I'm waiting, Brad, he said. The sheetman nodded sullenly. You done heard your orders, Shorty.

Starting point is 01:13:57 The ex-convict reached for his steeple hat, thrust his revolver back into its holster, and went jingling from the room. He looked insolently at Crawford as he passed. Different here, if it was my say-so, I'd go through. Hart administered first aid to his friend. I'm serving notice, Miller, that someday I'll bust you wide and handsome for this, he said, looking straight at the fat gambler. You have give Dave a raw deal, and you'll not get away with it. I pack a gun, come a shooting when you're ready. retorted Miller.

Starting point is 01:14:35 That's liable to be right soon, you damn horse thief. We've rid most a hundred miles to have a little talk with you and your partner there. Shouting about that race yet, are you? If I wasn't a better loser than you, don't bluff, Miller. You know why we trailed you. Doble edged into the talk. He was still short of wind, but to his thick wits, a denial seemed necessary. We ain't got your bronx.

Starting point is 01:15:02 "'Who mentioned our Bronx?' "'Heart demanded swiftly. "'Call that a horse thief, didn't you?' "'So he is. "'You too. You've got our ponies. "'Not in your vest pockets, "'but hit out in the brush somewheres. "'I'm serving notice right now

Starting point is 01:15:19 "'that Dave and me have come to collect.' "'Dave opened his eyes upon a world "'which danced hazily before him. "'He had a splitting headache. "'Was the matter?' he asked. "'You had a run-in with a bunch of sheep-ranglers,' Bob told him. "'They're going to be plumb sorry they got gay.' Presently Shorty returned.

Starting point is 01:15:41 But teams hooked up, he told the world at large. "'You'll drive a steelman,' announced Crawford. "'Me!' screamed the leader of the other faction. "'You got the most nerve I ever did see.' "'Sure, drive him home, Brad,' advised Shorty with bitter sarcasm. Black his boots, weight on him good, step lively while your new boss whistles, he cackled with splenetic laughter. I don't know as I need to drive you home, Steelman said slowly, feeling his way to a decision. You know the way better than I do.

Starting point is 01:16:19 The eyes of the two leaders met. You'll drive, the cattleman repeated steadily. The weak spot in Steelman's leadership was that he was personally not game. Crawford had a pungent personality. He was dynamic, strong, master of himself in any emergency. The sheetman's will melted before his insistence. He dared not face a showdown. Oh, well, what's it matter?

Starting point is 01:16:46 We can talk things over on the way. Me, I'm not looking for trouble, none, he said, his small black eyes moving restlessly to watch the effect of this on his men. Bob helped his partner out of the house and into the Surrey. The cattleman took the seat beside Steelman, across his knees, the sawed-off shotgun. He had brought his enemy along for two reasons. One was to weaken his prestige with his own men. The other was to prevent them from shooting at the rig as they drove away.

Starting point is 01:17:19 Steelman drove in silence. His heart was filled with surging hatred. During that ride was born a determination to have nothing less than the life of his enemy when the time should be ripe. At the door of his house, Crawford dismissed him contemptuously. Get out. The man with the rain spoke softly,

Starting point is 01:17:41 venomously from a dry throat. One of these days, you'll crawl on your hands and knees to me for this. He whipped up the team and rattled away furiously into the night. End of Chapter 7. Chapter 8 of Gunside Pass, How Oil Came to the Cattle Country

Starting point is 01:18:06 and brought a new west by William McLeod rain. This Libravox recording is in the public domain. The D-Barr-Lazy R-Boys meet an angel. Joyce came flying to her father's arms. The white lace of a nightgown showed beneath the dressing robe she had hurriedly donned. A plate of dark hair hung across her shoulder far below the waist. She threw herself at Crawford with a moaning little sob.

Starting point is 01:18:34 Oh, Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad! She cried, and her slender arms went around his neck. It's all right, sweetheart. Your old dad's not even powder burnt. You've been wearing a heap, I reckon. His voice was full of rough tenderness. She began to cry. He patted her shoulder and caressed her dark head, drawing it close to his shoulder. Now, now, now, sweetheart, don't you cry. It's all right, little honeybug. You're not hurt, she begged through her tears. Not none. Never was huskier. But I got a boy out there that's beat up some. Come in, Dave, and you, Bob. They're good boys, Joy. I want you to meet them both. The girl had thought her father alone. She flung one startled glance into the night, clutched the dressing gown closer around her throat, and fled her barefoot way into the darkness of the house. To the boys hanging back awkwardly at the gate, the slim child woman, was a vision wonderful. Their starved eyes found in her white loveliness a glimpse of heaven. Her father laughed.

Starting point is 01:19:48 Joy ain't dressed for collars. Come in, boys. He lit a lamp and drew Dave to a lounge. Let me look of your haid, son. Bob, you hot foot it for Doc Green. It's nothing at all to make a fuss about, Dave apologized. Only a love tap, compliments of short, and some kicks in the slats, kindness of Mr. Miller.

Starting point is 01:20:12 In spite of his debonair manner, Dave still had a bad headache and was so sore around the body that he could scarcely move without groaning. He kept his teeth clamped on the pain because he had been brought up in the outdoor code of the West, which demands of a man that he grin and stand the gaff. While the doctor was attempting to his injuries, Dave caught sight once or two. of Joyce at the door, clad now in a summer frock of white with a blue sash. She was busy supplying in a brisk, competent way, the demands of the doctor for hot and cold water and clean linen. Meanwhile, Crawford told his story.

Starting point is 01:20:56 I was right close to the club when Doble met me. He pulled a story of how his brother Doug had trouble with Steelman and got shot up. I swallowed it, hook, bait, and sinker. As soon as I got into the house, they swarmed over me like bees. I didn't even get my six-gun out. Brad wanted me to sign a relinquishment. I told him where he could head in at. What would have happened if the boys hadn't dropped along?

Starting point is 01:21:24 asked Dr. Green as he repacked his medicine case. The cattleman looked at him, and his eyes were hard and bleak. Why, Doc, your guess is as good as mine, he said. mine is you would have been among the missing him well i'm leaving a sleeping powder for the patient in case he needs it in an hour or two in the morning i'll drop round again the doctor said he did and found dave much improved the clean outdoors of the rough riding west builds blood that is red a city man might have kept his bed a week but dave was up and ready to say goodbye within forty-eight hours he was still a bit under par and a trifle washed out, but he wanted to take the road in pursuit of Miller and Dobel, who had again decamped in a hurry with the two horses they had stolen. They had the Bronx hit up Frio Canyon way, I reckon, explained Hart, but they didn't take no chances. When they left that Dobie house, they lit a running and clump for the high hills

Starting point is 01:22:29 on the jump, and they didn't leave no address, neither. We'll be following a cold trail. We're not liable to find them after they hole up in some mountain pocket. Might, never can tell, let's take a whirl out of it anyhow, urged Dave. Hate to give up on your paint-hawse, don't you? said Bob, with his friendly grin. Ain't blaming you none, whatever. I'd sleep on those fellows' trail if Chiquito was mine. What say we outfit in the morning and pull our freights? Maybe so, we'll meet up with the thieves at that. Yon'ose. I don't know. When Joyce was in the room where Dave lay on the lounge, the young man never looked at her, but he saw nobody else.

Starting point is 01:23:15 Brought up in a saddle on the range, he had never before met a girl like her. It was not only that she was beautiful and fragrant as apple blossoms, a mystery of maidenhood whose presence awed his simple soul. It was not only that she seemed so delicately precious, a princess of the blood royal set apart by reason of her buoyant grace, the soft rustle of her skirts, the fine texture of the satiny skin. What took him by the throat was her goodness. She was enshrined in his heart as a young saint. He would have thought it sacrilege to think of her as a wide-awake young woman

Starting point is 01:23:55 subject to all the vanities of her sex. and he could have cited evidence. The sweetness of her affection for Ruff M. Crawford, the dear maternal tenderness with which she ruled her three-year-old brother Keith, motherless since the week of his birth, the kindness of the luminous brown eyes to the young Cuth stranger thrown upon her hospitality. Dave treasured them all as signs of angelic grace,

Starting point is 01:24:21 and they played upon his heartstrings disturbingly. Joyce brought Keith in to say goodbye. to Dave and his friend before they left. The little fellow ran across the room to his new pal who had busied himself weaving horsehair playthings for the youngster. You turn back and make me a waddle, Dave, he cried. I'll sure come back or I'll send you one, the cow-puncher promised, rising to meet Joyce.

Starting point is 01:24:49 She carried her slender figure across the room with perfect ease and rhythm, head beautifully poised, young 17, as self-possessed, as 30. As much could not be said of her guests. They were all legs and gangling arms, red ears, and dusty boots. Yes, we all want you to come back, she said with a charming smile. I think you save Father's life. We can't tell you how much we owe you, can we, Keith? Nope. When when you send the bridle? he demanded. Soon, the restored patient said to the boy, and to her, that wasn't nothing at all. From where I come from, we always been used to stand by our boss.

Starting point is 01:25:32 He shifted awkwardly to the other foot, flushing to the hair while he buried her soft little hand in his big freckled one. The girl showed no shyness. Seventeen is sometimes so much older than twenty. That's what us D-Bar Lazy-R boys are riding with your paw's outfit for, miss, to be handy when he needs us. Bob added in his turn, We're sure tickle we got a chance to go Brad Steelman's party.

Starting point is 01:25:59 I'm certainly glad to amet you, Miss Joyce. He ducked his head and scraped back a foot in what was meant to be a bow. Emerson Crawford sauntered in, big and bluff and easy-going. Hitting the trail, boys? Good enough. Hope you find the thieves. If you do, play your cards close. They're treacherous devils. Don't take no chances with them. I left an order at the store for you to draw on me For another pair of boots in place of those you lost in the brush, Dave

Starting point is 01:26:30 Get a good pair, son. They're on me. Well, so long. Luck, boys. I'll look for y'all back with the D-Barr-Laziar when you've finished this job. The punchers rode away without looking back. But many times in the days that followed, their hearts turned to that roof, which had given the word home a new meaning to them both.

Starting point is 01:26:53 End of Chapter 8 Chapter 9 of Gunside Pass How Oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McLeod Rain. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Gunsight Pass The pursuit took the riders across a wide, undulating plain above which danced the dry heat of the desert. Lizards sunned themselves on flat rocks, a rattlesnake slid toward the cover of a prick,

Starting point is 01:27:29 pair. The bleached bones of a cow shone white beside the trail. The throats of the cow punchers filled with alkali dust and their eyes grew red and sore from it. Magnificent mirages unfolded themselves. Lakes cool and limpid stretched to the horizon with inviting forests in the distance, an oasis of lush green fields that covered miles, mesquite distorted to the size of giant trees and cattle transformed into dinosaurs. The Great Grey Desert took on freakish shapes of erosion. Always, hour after hour, beneath a copper sky, they rode in palpitating heat through sand drifts, among the salt bushes and the creosote, into cow-backed hills beyond which the stark mountains rose. Out of the fiery furnace of the plain, they came in late afternoon to the uplands,

Starting point is 01:28:25 plunging into a land of deep gorges and great chasms. Here Manzanita grew and live oaks flourished. They sent a white-tailed buck crashing through the brush into a canyon. When night fell, they built a fire of niggerheads and after they had eaten, found its glow grateful. For they were well up in the hills now, and the night air was sharp. In the sandy desert they had followed easily the trail of the thieves, but as they got into the hills, the tracks had become fainter and fewer.

Starting point is 01:29:00 The young men discussed this while they lay in their blankets in a water-gutted gulch, not too near the fire they had built. Like hunting for a needle in a haystack, said Bob. Their trails done petered out. They might be in any one of the hundred pockets right close, or they may have bore way off to the right. All they got to do is hold up and not build any further. fires. Fat chance we got, admitted Dave, unless they build a fire like we done, say, I'd a heap

Starting point is 01:29:32 rather be sleeping here than by that niggerhead blaze tonight. They might creep up and try to gun us. Before they had been in the saddle an hour the next day, the trail of the thieves was lost. The pursuers spent till sunset trying to pick it up again. The third day was wasted in aimless drifting among the defiles of the mountains. No use, Bob, said his friend while they were cooking supper. They've made their getaway. Might as well drift back to Malapy, don't you reckon?

Starting point is 01:30:04 Looks like, we're only wasting our time here. Long before day broke, they started. The canyons below were filled with mist as they rode down out of the mountains toward the crystal dawn that already flooded the plane. The courthouse clock at Malappi said the time was midnight when the dust-covered men and horses drew into town. The tired men slept till noon. At the Delmonico restaurant, they found Buck Byington and Steve Russell.

Starting point is 01:30:34 The trail herd had been driven in an hour before. How's old alkali? asked Dave of his friend Buck, thumping him on the back. Jess Tallible, answered the old-timer equably, making great play with knife and fork. A man or horse, don't either one. amount to much after they once to been stove up. Since that bronc piled me at Willa Creek, I've been mighty stiff, you might say. Doug's paying off today, boys, Russell told him, you'll find a round to the Boston Emporium. The foreman settled first with heart, after which, he turned to the page in his pocket notebook that held the accounts of Sanders. You drew one month's

Starting point is 01:31:16 pay. That leaves you three months, lest the week you've fooled away after the pinto. "'Correct,' admitted Dave. "'I'll dock you seven and a half for that. "'Three times thirties, 90. "'Take seven and a half from that leaves 82.50.' "'Hold on,' objected Dave. "'My pays thirty-five a month.' "'First I knew of it,' said the foreman, eyes bleak and harsh.

Starting point is 01:31:43 "'Thirty's what you're getting.' "'I came in as a top hand at thirty-five.' "'You did not,' denied doble flatly. The young man flushed. You can't run that on me, Doug. I'll not stand for it. 82.50's what you get, answered the other, dogmatically. You can take it or go to hell. He began to sort out a number of small checks with which to pay the puncher.

Starting point is 01:32:09 At that time, the currency of the country consisted largely of cattlemen's checks, which passed from hand to hand till they were grimy with dirt. Often these were not cashed for months later. "'We'll see what the old man says about that,' retorted Dave hotly. "'It was in his mind to say that he did not intend to be robbed by both the Doble Brothers, "'but he wisely repressed the impulse. "'Dug would as soon fight as eat, "'and the young writer knew he would not have a chance in the world against him.'

Starting point is 01:32:41 "'All right,' sneered the foreman. "'Run with your tale of grief to Crawford. "'Tell him I've been picking on you. "'I hear you've got to be quite a pet of his.' This brought Dave up with a short turn. He could not take advantage of the service he had done the owner of the D-Barr-Lays yard to ask him to interfere on his behalf with the foreman. Doble might be cynically defrauding him of part of what was due him in wages.

Starting point is 01:33:08 Dave would have to fight that out with him for himself. The worst of it was that he had no redress. Unless he appealed to the cattlemen, he would have to accept what the foreman offered. Moreover, his pride was. touched. He was young enough to be sensitive on the subject of his ability to look out for himself. I'm no pet of anybody, he flung out. Give me that money. It ain't a square deal, but I reckon I can stand it. I reckon you'll have to. It's neck meat or nothing, grunted the foreman. Doble counted him out $80 in cattleman's checks and paid him $2.50 in cash. While Dave signed

Starting point is 01:33:48 a receipt, the hook-nosed foreman, broad shoulders thrown back. back and thumbs hitched in the armholes of his vest, sat at ease in the tilted chair and grinned maliciously at his victim. He was putting something over on him, and he wanted Dave to know it. Doug had no affection for his half-brother, but he resented the fact that Sanders publicly and openly despised him as a crook. He took it as a personal reflection on himself. Still smoldering with anger at this high-handed proceeding, Dave went down to the line of the line of longhorn corral and saddled his horse. He had promised Byington to help water the herd. This done, he rode back to town, hitched the horse back of a barber shop, and went in for a shave.

Starting point is 01:34:33 Presently he was stretched in a chair, his boots thrown across the footrest in front of him. The barber lathered his face and murmured gossip in his ear. George Doble and Miller claimed they're going to Denver to run some skin game at a street fair. They're sure slick guys. Dave offered no comment. You noticed they didn't steal any of M. Crawford's stock. No, sir, e. They knew better. Hopped away with Bronx belonging to you boys because they knew it'd be safe. Picked easy marks, did they? asked the puncher sardonically. The man with a razor tilted chin of his customer and began to scrape. Well, of course you're only boys. They took advantage of that and done you a meanness. Doug Dobel came into the shop, very grim about

Starting point is 01:35:21 the mouth. He stopped to look down sarcastically at the new boots Sanders was wearing. I see you've bought you a new pair of boots, he said in a heavy domineering voice. Dave waited without answering, his eyes meeting steadily those of the foreman. The big fellow laid a paper on the breast of the cow puncher. Here's a bill for the pair of boots you charge to the old man's account. $18. I got it just now at the store. You'll dig up. It was the custom for riders who came to town to have the supplies they needed charge to their employers against wages do them.

Starting point is 01:35:57 Doble took it for granted that Sanders had done this, which was contrary to the orders he had given his outfit. He did not know that the young man had lost his boots while rescuing Crawford and had been authorized by him to get another pair in place of them. Nor did Davin tend to tell him. There was a chance to even the score against the foreman. already he had a plan simmering in his mind that would take him out of this part of the country for a time. He could no longer work for Doble without friction, and he had business of a zone to attend to. The way to solve the immediate difficulty flashed through his brain instantly, every detail clear. It was scarcely a moment before he drawled an answer.

Starting point is 01:36:42 I'll tend to it as soon as I'm out of the chair. I gave orders for none of you fellows to charge goods to the old. man, said Doble harshly. Did you? Dave's voice was light and careless. You can go hunt a job somewhere else. You're through with me. I'll hate to part with you.

Starting point is 01:37:01 Don't get heavy, young fella. No, answered Dave with mock meekness. Doble sat down in a chair to wait. He had no intention of leaving until Dave had settled. After the barber had finished with him, the puncher stepped across a looking-glass and adjusted carefully the silk handkerchief worn knotted loosely around the throat. "'Get a move on you,' urged the foreman.

Starting point is 01:37:25 His patience, of which he never had a large supply to draw from, was nearly exhausted. "'I'm not going to spend all day on this. I'm ready.' Dave followed Doble out of the shop. Apparently he did not hear the gentle reminder of the barber, who was forced to come to the door and repeat his question. "'Want that shave charge?' Oh, clean forgot, Sanders turned back, feeling in his pocket for change.

Starting point is 01:37:53 He pushed past the barber into the shop, slapped a quarter down on the cigar case, and ran out through the back door. A moment later, he pulled the slip-knot of his bridle from the kitchen bar, swung to the saddle, and spurred his horse to a gallop. In a cloud of dust, he swept round the building to the road and waved a hand derisively toward Doble. See you later, he shouted. The foreman wasted no breath in futile rage. He strode to the nearest hitching post and flung himself a stride leather. The horse's hoofs pounded down the road in pursuit. Sanders was riding the same bronco he had used to follow the horse thieves.

Starting point is 01:38:34 It had been under a saddle most of the time for a week and was far from fresh. Before he had gone a mile, he knew that the foreman would catch up with him. He was riding for gunside pass. It was necessary to get there before Doble reached him. Otherwise, he would have to surrender or fight, and neither of these fitted in with his plans. Once he had heard Emerson Crawford give a piece of advice to a hot-headed and unwise puncher,

Starting point is 01:39:01 never call for a gum play on a bluff, son. There's no easier way to commit suicide than to pull a six-shooter you ain't willing to use. Doug Doble was what Buyington called, Bull-haded. He had forced a situation. which could not be met without a showdown. This meant that the young range rider would either have to take a thrashing or draw his 45 and use it. Neither of these alternatives seemed worthwhile

Starting point is 01:39:28 in view of the small stakes at issue. Because he was not ready to kill or be killed, Dave was flying for the hills. The fugitive had to use his quirk to get there in time. The steepness of the road made heavy going. As he neared the summit, the gray grew worse. The Bronco labored heavily in its stride as its feet reached for the road ahead. But here Dave had the advantage. Doble was a much heavier man than he, and his mount took the shoulder of the ridge slower. By the time the foreman showed in silhouette against the skyline at the entrance to the pass, the younger man had disappeared.

Starting point is 01:40:06 The D-Barr-Lazy-R. Foreman found out at once what had become of him. A crisp voice gave clear directions. That'll be far enough. stop right where you're at, or you'll notice trouble pop, and don't reach for your gun unless you want to hear the band begin to play a funeral piece. The words came, it seemed to double, out of the air. He looked up. Two great boulders lay edge to edge beside the path.

Starting point is 01:40:34 Through a narrow rift, the blue nose of a 45 protruded. Back of it glittered a pair of steady, steely eyes. The foreman did not at all like the look of thing. Sanders was a good shot. From where he lay, almost entirely protected, all he had to do was pick his opponent off at his leisure. If his hand were forced, he would do it. And the law would let him go scot-free

Starting point is 01:41:00 since Doble was a fighting man and had been seen to start in pursuit of the boy. Come out of there and shell out that $18, demanded Doble. Nothing doing, Doug. Don't run on the rope with me, young fella. You'll sure be hunting trouble. "'What's the use of beefing? I got the deadwood on you. Better hit the dust back to town and explain to the boys how your bronc went lame,' advised Dave.

Starting point is 01:41:26 "'Come down and I'll wallop the tar out of you. Much obliged. I'm right comfortable here. I've a mind to come up and dig you out. Please yourself, Doug. We'll find out them which one of us goes to hell.' The foreman cursed fluently, expertly, passionately. Not in a long time had he had the turn called on him so adroitly. He promised Dave's sudden death in various forms when he could lay hands upon him. You're sure doing yourself proud, Doug, the young man told him evenly. I'll write the boys how you spilled language so thorough. If I could only lay my hands on you, the raw-bone cattlemen stormed.

Starting point is 01:42:09 I'll bet you'd massacre me proper, admitted Dave quite cheerfully. Suddenly, Dobel gave up. He wheeled his horse and began to descend the steep slope. Steadily he jogged onto town, not once turning to look back. His soul was filled with chagrin and fury at the defeat this stripling had given him. He was ready to pick a quarrel with the first man who asked him a question about what had taken place at the pass. Nobody asked a question. Men looked at him, read the menace of his sullen, angry face, and sidestepped his rage.

Starting point is 01:42:45 They did not need to be told that his ride had been a failure. His manner advertised it. Whatever had taken place had not redounded to the glory of Doug Dobel. Later in the day, the foreman met the owner of the DeBar Lazy-R brand to make a detailed statement of the cost of the drive. He took peculiar pleasure in mentioning one item. "'That young Scalowag Sanders beat you out $18,' he said with a sneer of triumph. Dolble had heard the story of what Dave and Bob had done for Crawford and of how the wounded boy had been taken to the cattleman's home and nursed there.

Starting point is 01:43:21 It pleased him now to score off what he chose to think was the soft-headedness of his chief. The cattleman showed interest. "'That's so, Doug. Sorry. I took a fancy to that boy. What did he do?' You know how Vicaros are always coming in and charging goods against the boss? I give out the word they was to quit it. Sanders, he gets a pair of $18 boots, then jumps the town before I find out about it. Crawford started to speak, but Doble finished his story.

Starting point is 01:43:55 I took out after him, but my bronc went lame from a stone in its hoof. You'll never see that 18 plunks, Sam. They don't do to pet cow hands. Too bad you took all that trouble, Doug, the old cattleman began mildly. The fact is, trouble. Say, I'd write a tombstone to get a crack at that young smart aleck. I told him what I'd do to him if I ever got my fists on him. So you did catch up with him.

Starting point is 01:44:23 Doug drew back sulkily within himself. He did not intend to tell all he knew about the Gunside Pass episode. I didn't say when I told him. That's so. You didn't. Well, I'm right sorry you took so Blaine much trouble to find him. Funny, though, he didn't tell you I gave him the boots. You what? The foreman snapped the question out with angry incredulity. The ranchman took the cigar from his mouth and leaned back easily. He was smiling now, frankly.

Starting point is 01:44:54 Why, yes, I told him to buy the boots and have them charge to my account. And the blame little rooster never told you, eh? Doble choked for words with which to express himself. He glared at his employer as though Crawford had actually insulted him. In an easy conversational tone, the cattleman continued, but now there was a touch of frost in his eyes. It was this way, Doug. When he and Bob knocked Steelman's plans hell west and crooked

Starting point is 01:45:23 after that yellow skunk George Doble betrayed me to Brad, the boy lost his boots in the brush. Of course I said to get another pair at the store and charge him to me. I reckon he was having some fun joshing you. The foreman was furious. He sputtered with the rage that boiled inside him. But some instinct warned him that unless he wanted to break with Crawford completely, he must restrain his impulse to rip loose. All right, he mumbled. If you told him to get him, enough said. End of Chapter 9. Chapter 10 of Gunside Pass, how oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McLeod rain. This Libravox recording is in the

Starting point is 01:46:15 public domain. The Cattle Train. Dave stood on the fence of one of the shipping pens at the Albuquerque stockyards and used a prod pole to guide the bawling cattle below. The 54-quarter circle was loading a train of beef steers and cows for Denver. Just how he was going to manage it, Dave did not know, but he intended to be aboard that freight train when it pulled out for the mile-high town in Colorado. He had reached Albuquerque by a strange and devious route of zigzags and back-trackings. His weary bronco he had long since sold for $10 at a cow town where he had sacked his saddle to be held at a livery stable until sent for. By blind baggage he had ridden a night and part of a day.

Starting point is 01:47:05 For a hundred miles he had actually paid. paid his fare. The next leg of the journey had been more exciting. He had elected to travel by freight. For many hours, he and a husky brakeman had held different opinions about this. Dave had been chased from the rods into an empty and out of the box car to the roof. He had been ditched half a dozen times during the night, but each time he had managed to hook on before the train had gathered headway. The brakeman enlisted the rest of the crew in the hunt, with the result that the range rider found himself stranded on the desert, ten miles from a station. He walked the ties in his high-heeled boots, and before he reached the yards, his feet were sending messages of pain at every step.

Starting point is 01:47:53 Reluctantly, he bought a ticket to Albuquerque. Here he had picked up a temporary job ten minutes after his arrival. A raw-boned inspector kept tally at the shoot while the cattle passed up into the car. Fifteen, sixteen, prod them up, you, Arizona. Seventeen, eighteen, jab that white face along. Nineteen, hustling them in. The air was heavy with the dust raised by the milling cattle.

Starting point is 01:48:21 Caves stretched their necks and blatted for their mothers, which kept up in turn a steady bawling for their strayed offspring. They were conscious that something unusual was in progress, something that threatened their security and comfort, and they resented it in the only way they knew. Car after car was jammed full of the frightened creatures as the men moved from pen to pen, threw open and shut the big gates, and hustled the stock up the shoots. Dave had begun to work at six in the morning. A glance at his watch showed him that it was now ten o'clock. A middle-aged man in wrinkled corduroys and a pinched-in white hat drove up to the fence. How are they coming, Sam? he asked of the foreman in charge. We'd ought to be moving by noon, Mr. West.

Starting point is 01:49:12 Fine. I've decided to send Garrison in charge. He can pick one of the boys to take along. We can't right well spare any of them now. If I knew where to find a good man... The lean Arizona-born youth slid from the fence. on his prod pole and stepped forward till he stood beside the buckboard of the cattleman. I'm the man you're looking for, Mr. West. The owner of the 54-quarter circle brand looked him over with keen eyes around which

Starting point is 01:49:40 nets of little wrinkles spread. What man, he asked? The one to help Mr. Garrison take the cattle to Denver. Recommend yourself, can you? asked Wes with a hint of humor. Yes, sir. Who are you? Dave Sanders from Arizona, first off. Been punching long. Since I was a kid, worked for the D-Bar Lazy-R last. Ever go on a cattle train? Twice to Kansas City. Hmm. That grunt told Dave just what the difficulty was.

Starting point is 01:50:15 It said, I don't know you. Why should I trust you to help take a trainload of my cattle through? You can wire to Mr. Crawford at Malapie and ask him about me, the young fellow suggested. "'How long you ride for him? "'Three years, coming, grass. "'How do I know you? "'You're the man you say you are. "'One of your boys knows me, Bud Hallway.' "'West grunted again.

Starting point is 01:50:41 "'He knew Emerson Crawford well. "'He was a level-headed cowman, "'and his word was as good as his bond. "'If Em said this young man was trustworthy, "'the shipper was willing to take a chance on him. "'The honest eye, the open face, "'the straightforward manner of the year, youth recommended his ability and integrity. The shipper was badly in need of a man. He made up his

Starting point is 01:51:04 mind to wire. Let you know later, he said, and for the moment dropped Dave out of the conversation. But before noon, he sent for him. I've heard from Crawford, he said, and mentioned terms. Whatever's fair, agreed Dave. An hour later, he was in the caboose of a cattle train rolling eastward. was second in command of a shipment consigned to the Denver Terminal Stockyards Company. Most of them were shipped by the West Cattle Company. An odd car was a jackpot bunch of pickups composed of various brands. All the cars were packed to the door, as was the custom of those days. After the train had settled down to the chant of the rails, Garrison sent Dave on a tour of the cars.

Starting point is 01:51:51 The young man reported all well and returned to the caboose. The train crew was playing poker for small stakes. Garrison had joined them. For a time, Dave watched, then read a four-day-old newspaper through to the last advertisement. The hum of the wheels made him drowsy. He stretched out comfortably on the seat with his coat for a pillow. When he awoke, it was beginning to get dark.

Starting point is 01:52:16 Garrison had left the caboose, evidently, to have a look at the stock. Dave ate some crackers and cheese, climbed to the roof, and with a lantern hanging on his arm moved forward. Already a few of the calves, yielding to the pressure in the heavily laden cars, had tried to escape it by lying down. With his prod, Dave drove back the nearest animal. Then he used the nail in the pole to twist the tails of the calves and force them to their feet. In those days of crowded cars,

Starting point is 01:52:46 almost the most important thing in transit was to keep the cattle on their legs to prevent any from being trampled and smothered to death. As a night grew older, the men were busier. With their lanterns and prod-poles, they went from car to car relieving the pressure wherever it was greatest. The weaker animals began to give way, worn out by the heavy lurching

Starting point is 01:53:08 and the jam of heavy bodies against them. They had to be defended against their own weakness. Dave was crossing from the top of one car to another when he heard his name called. He knew the voice belonged to Garrison, and he listened to make sure from which car it came. Presently, he heard it a second time and localized the sound as just below him. He entered the car by the end door near the roof. "'Hello, call me?' he asked.

Starting point is 01:53:37 "'Yep, I don't fell and bust my leg. Can you get me out of here?' "'Bad is it?' "'Broken. "'I'll get some of the train's hands. "'Will you be all right till I get back?' the young man asked. I reckon, hop along lively, I'm rotting the jam here. The conductor stopped the train.

Starting point is 01:53:56 With the help of the crew, Dave got Garrisoned back to the caboose. There was no doubt that the leg was broken. It was decided to put the injured man off at the next station, sent him back by the uptrain, and wire west that Dave would see the cattle got through all right. This was done. Dave got no more sleep that night. He had never been busier in his life.

Starting point is 01:54:19 Before morning broke, half the calves were unable to keep their feet. The only thing to do was to reload. He went to the conductor and asked for a siding. The man running the train was annoyed, but he did not say so. He played for time. All right. We'll come to one after a while, and I'll put you on it, he promised. Half an hour later, the train rumbled merrily past a siding without stopping.

Starting point is 01:54:48 Dave walked back along the room. roof to the caboose. We just passed a siding, he told the trainman. Couldn't stop there. A freight behind us has orders to take that to let the limited pass, he said glibly. Dave suspected he was lying, but he could not prove it. He asked where the next siding was. A little ways down, said the brakeman.

Starting point is 01:55:10 The puncher saw his left eyelid droop in a wink to the conductor. He knew now that they were stalling for time. The end of their run lay only 30 miles away. They had no intention of losing two or three hours time while the cattle were reloaded. After the train reached the division point, another conductor and crew would have to wrestle with the problem. Young Sanders felt keenly his inexperience. They were taken advantage of him because he was a boy. He did not know what to do.

Starting point is 01:55:43 He had a right to insist on a siding, but it was not his business to decide. side which one. The train rolled past another siding and into the yards of the division town. At once, Dave hurried to the station. The conductor about to take charge of the train was talking with the one just leaving. The range rider saw them look at him and laugh as he approached. His blood began to warm. I want you to run this train into a siding, he said at once. You the train dispatcher? asked the new man satirically. You know who I am. I'll say right now that the cattle on this train are suffering. Some won't last another hour. I'm going

Starting point is 01:56:23 to reload. Are you? I guess not. This train's going out as soon as we've changed engines and that'll be in about seven minutes. I'll not go with it. Suit yourself, said the officer jauntily and turned away to talk with the other man. Dave walked to the dispatcher's office. The cowpuncher stated his case. Fix that up with the train conductor, said the dispatcher. He can have a siding whenever he wants it. But he won't give me one. Not my business. Whose business is it? The dispatcher got busy over his charts. Dave became aware that he was going to get no satisfaction here. He tramped back to the platform. All aboard, sang out the conductor. Dave, not knowing what else to do, swung on to the caboose as it passed. He sat down on the steps and put

Starting point is 01:57:17 brains at work. There must be a way out if he could only find what it was. The next station was 15 miles down the line. Before the train stopped there, Dave knew exactly what he meant to do. He wrote out two messages. One was to the division superintendent. The other was to Henry B. West. He had swung from the steps of the caboose and was in the station before the conductor. I want to send two telegrams, he told the agent. Here they are already. Rush them through. I want an answer here to the one to the superintendent.

Starting point is 01:57:55 The wire to the railroad official read, Conductor Freight No. 17 refuses me siding to reload stock in my charge, cattle down and dying. Serve notice herewith I put responsibility for all loss on railroad, will leave cars in charge of train crew. David Sanders, representing West Cattle Company. The other message was just as direct. Conductor refuses me siding to reload.

Starting point is 01:58:24 Cattle suffering and dying. Have wired division superintendent will refuse responsibility and leave train unless siding given me. Dave Sanders. The conductor caught the eye of the agent. I'll send the wires when I get time, said the latter to the cowboy. You'll send them now. Right now, announced Dave.

Starting point is 01:58:46 Say, are you the president of the road? Bristled the agent. You'll lose your job within 48 hours if you don't send them telegrams now. I'll see to that personal. Dave leaned forward and looked at him steadily. The conductor spoke to the agent, nodding his head insolently toward Dave. Young man, heapswelled head, he introduced him. But the agent had had a scare.

Starting point is 01:59:12 It was his job at stake. not the conductors. He sat down sulkily and sent the messages. The conductor read his orders and walked to the door. Number 17 leaving, all aboard, he called back insolently. I'm staying here till I hear from the superintendent, answered Dave flatly. You leave and you got them cattle to look out for. They'll be in your care. The conductor swaggered out and gave the signal to go. The train drew out from the station and disappeared around a currant.

Starting point is 01:59:43 in the track. Five minutes later, it backed in again. The conductor was furious. Get aboard here, you hayseed, if you're going to ride with me, he yelled. Dave was sitting on the platform, whittling a stick. His back was comfortably resting against a truck. Apparently, he had not heard. The conductor strode up to him and looked down at the lank boy. Say, are you coming or ain't you? he shouted. as though he had been 50 yards away instead of four feet. Talking to me, Dave looked up with amiable surprise. Why, no, not if you're in a hurry.

Starting point is 02:00:24 I'm waiting to hear from the superintendent. If you think any boob can come along and hold my train up till I lose my ride away, you've got another guest coming. I ain't going to be sidetracked by every train on the division. That's the company's business, not mine. I'm interested only in my cattle. The conductor had a reputation as a bully. He had intended to override this young fellow by weight of age, authority, and personality.

Starting point is 02:00:52 That he had failed, filled him with rage. Say, for half a sin I kick you into the middle of next week, he said, between clamped teeth. The cowpuncher's steel-blue eyes met his steadily. Do you reckon that would be quite safe? he asked mildly. That was a question the conductor had been asked. asking himself. He did not know. A good many cowboys carried six-shooters tucked away on their ample persons. It was very likely this one had not set out on his long journey without one. You're more obstinate than a Missouri mew, the railroad man exploded. I don't have to put up

Starting point is 02:01:32 with you, and I won't. No? The agent came out from the station waving two slips of paper. He heard from the super, he called. One wire was addressed to daze. the other to the conductor. Dave read, I'm instructing conductor to put you on siding and place train crew under your orders to reload. Beneath was the signature of the superintendent. The conductor flushed purple as he read the order sent by his superior.

Starting point is 02:02:01 Well, he stormed at Dave. What do you want? Spit it out. Run me on the siding. I'm going to take the calves out of the cars and tie them on the feed racks above. How are you going to get them up? Elbow grease. If you think I'll turn my crew into freight elevators

Starting point is 02:02:18 because some fool catammon didn't know how to load right, maybe you've got a kick coming. I'll not say you haven't, but this is an emergency. I'm willing to pay good money for the time they help me. Dave made no reference to the telegram in his hand. He was given the conductor a chance to save his face. Oh, well, that's different.

Starting point is 02:02:39 I'll put it up to the boys. Three hours later, the wheels were once more moving eastward. Dave had the calves roped down to the feed racks above the cars. End of Chapter 10. Chapter 11 of Gunsight Pass, How Oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McLeod rain. Miss Libravox recording is in the public domain. The night clerk gets busy, Pronto.

Starting point is 02:03:13 The stars were out long before Dave's train drew into the suburbs of Denver. It crawled interminably through squalid residence sections, warehouses and small manufacturers coming to a halt at last in a wilderness of tracks on the border of a small, narrow stream flowing sluggishly between wide banks cut in the clay. Dave swung down from the caboose and looked around in the dim light for the stockyards engine that was to pick up his cars and run them to the unloading pens. He moved forward through the mud, searching the semi-darkness for the switch engine. It was nowhere to be seen.

Starting point is 02:03:50 He returned to the caboose. The conductor and brakemen were just leaving. My engine's not here. Someone musta slipped up on his job, looks like. Where are the stockyards, Sanders asked. The conductor was a small middle-aged man who made it his business to get along with everybody he could. He had distinctly refused to pick up his predecessor's quarrel with Dave.

Starting point is 02:04:14 Now he stopped and scratched his head. Too bad. Can't you go uptown and phone out to the stockyards? Or if you want to take a street car out there, you'll have time to hop one at Stout Street. Last one goes about midnight. In those days, the telephone was not a universal necessity. Dave had never used one and did not know how to get his connection. He spent several minutes ringing up, shouting at the operator, and trying to understand what she told him. He did not shout at the girl because he was annoyed. His idea was that he would have to speak loud to have his voice carry. At last he gave up, hot and perspiring from the mental exertion. Outside the drugstore, he had just time to catch the last Stockyard's car. His watch told him that it was two minutes past twelve. He stepped forty-five minutes later into an office in which sat two men their feet on a desk.

Starting point is 02:05:16 The one in his shirt sleeves was a smug, baldish young man with clothes cut in the latest mode. It was rather heavy set and looked flabby. The other man appeared to be a visitor. This the office of the Denver Terminal Stockyards Company? asked Dave. The clerk looked the raw air zone and over from head to foot and back again. The judgment that he passed was indicated by the tone of his voice. Names on the door, ain't it? He said super silliously.

Starting point is 02:05:46 "'You in charge here?' "'The clerk was amused, or at least took the trouble to seem so. "'You might think so, mightn't you?' "'Are you in charge?' Dave asked evenly. "'Maybe so, what you all.' "'I asked you if he was running this office.' "'Hell yes, what are your eyes for?' The clerk's visitor sniggered.

Starting point is 02:06:11 "'I got a train of cattle on the edge of town,' explained Dave. the Stockyards Engine didn't show up. Consigned to us? To the Denver Terminal Stockyards Company. Name of Shipper. West Cattle Company and Henry B. West. All right, I'll take care of him. The clerk turned back to his friend.

Starting point is 02:06:32 His manner dismissed the cow puncher. And she says to me, I'd love to go with you, Mr. Edmonds. You dance like an angel. Then I says, when? Interrupted Dave calmly, but those. who knew him might have guessed his voice was a little too gentle. I says, you're some little kidder, and when?

Starting point is 02:06:53 The man who danced like an angel turned halfway around and looked at the cowboy over his shoulder. He was irritated. When what? He snapped. When you go and on load my stock? In the morning. No, sir, you'll have it done right now.

Starting point is 02:07:09 That stock's been mourned two days without water. I'm not responsible for that. that. No, but you'll be responsible if the train ain't unloaded now, said Dave. It won't hurt them to wait till morning. That's where you're wrong. They're suffering. All of them are alive now, but they won't be by morning if they ain't tended to. Guess I'll take a chance on that, since you say it's my responsibility, replied the clerk impudently. Not none, announced the man from Arizona. You'll get busy pronto. Say, is this my business or yours?

Starting point is 02:07:46 Mine and yours both. I guess I can run it. If I need any help from you all ask for it, watch me worry about your old cows. I have guys coming in here every day with hurry-up tales about how their cattle won't live unless I get a wiggle on me. I notice they all are able to take a little nourishment next day, all right, all right. Dave caught at the gate of the railing,

Starting point is 02:08:09 which was between him and the night clerk. He could not find the combination to open it and therefore vaulted over. He caught the clerk back of the neck by the collar and jounced him up and down hard in his chair. You're asleep, he explained. I got a waking you up before you can sobby plane talk. The clerk looked up out of a white, frightened face. Say, don't do that. I got heart trouble, he said in a voice dry as a whisper.

Starting point is 02:08:39 What about that onloading proposition? asked the Arizonan. I'll see to it right away. Presently, the clerk with a lantern in his hand was going across to the railroad tracks in front of Dave. He had quite got over the idea that this lank youth was a safe person to make sport of. They found the switch crew in the engine of the cab playing seven up.

Starting point is 02:09:00 Got a job for you, train a cattle out at the junction, the clerk said, swinging up to the cab. The men finished the hand and settled up, but within a few minutes the engine was running, out to the freight train. Day was breaking before Dave tumbled into bed. He had left a call with the clerk to be wakened at noon. When the bell rang, it seemed to him that he had not been asleep five minutes. After he had eaten at the Stockyard's hotel, he went out to have a look at his stock. He found that on the whole the cattle had stood the trip well, while he was still inspecting them a voice boomed at him

Starting point is 02:09:36 a question. Well, young fellow, are you satisfied with all the trouble you've made? me? He turned to see standing before him the owner of the 54-quarter-circle brand. The boy's surprise fairly leaped from his eyes. Didn't expect to see me here, I reckon, the cattleman went on. Well, I hopped a train as soon as I got your first wire. Spill your story, young man. Dave told his tale while the ranchman listened in grim silence. When Sanders had finished, the owner of the stock brought a heavy hand down on his shoulder approvingly. "'You can ship cattle for me long as you've a mind to, boy. "'You fought for that stock like as if it had been your own.

Starting point is 02:10:17 "'You'll do to take a long.' "'Dave flushed with boyish pleasure. "'He had not known whether the cattleman would approve what he had done, "'and after the long strain of the trip, "'this endorsement of his actions was more to him than food and drink. "'They say I'm kind of stubborn. "'I didn't aim to lie down and let those guys run one over me,' he said. Your stubbornness is money in my pocket. Do you want to go back and ride for the 54-quarter circle?

Starting point is 02:10:46 Maybe after a while, Mr. West, I got business in Denver for a few days. The Catalan smiled. Most of my boys have when they hit town, I notice. Mine ain't that kind. I reckon it's some more stubbornness, explained Dave. All right, when you've finished that business, I can use you. If Dave could have looked into the future, he would have known that the days would stretch into months and the months to years before his face would turn toward ranch life again. End of Chapter 11 Chapter 12 of Gunside Pass, how oil came to the cattle country and brought on New West

Starting point is 02:11:33 by William McLeod Rain. This Libravox recording is in the public domain. The Law Puzzles Dave Dave knew he was stubborn. Not many men would have come on such a wild goose chase to Denver and the hope of getting back a favorite horse worth so little in actual cash. But he meant to move to his end intelligently. If Miller and Doble were in the city,

Starting point is 02:11:57 they would be hanging out at some saloon or gambling house. Once or twice Dave dropped into Chuck Weaver's place, where the sporting men from all over the continent inevitably drifted when in Denver. but he had little expectation of finding the men he wanted there. These two rats of the underworld would not attempt to fleece keen-eyed professionals. They would prey on the unsophisticated. His knowledge of their habits took him to that part of town below Lawrence Street.

Starting point is 02:12:28 While he chatted with his foot on the rail a glass of beer in front of him, he made inconspicuous inquiries of bartenders. It did not take him long to strike the trail. Two fellows I knew in the cattle country said they were coming to Denver. Wonder if they did. One of them's a big fat guy named a Miller. Kind of rolls when he walks. Other small and has a glass eye,

Starting point is 02:12:52 called himself George Doble when I knew him. Coming here most every day, both of them, waiting for the festival mountain plain to open up, got some kind of concession. They took to yours truly like, the bartender pulled himself up short and began polishing the top of the bar vigorously. He was a gossipy soul, and more than once his tongue had got him into trouble.

Starting point is 02:13:17 You was saying, suggested the cowboy. Well, they're good spenders, as the fellow says, amended the bartender to be on the safe side. When I used to know him, they had a mighty cute little trick pony, name was Chiquito, seems to me. Ever hear him mention it? Well, they was fussing about that horse today. Seems they got an offer for him, and, Doble wants to sell. Miller, he says no. Yes? I'll tell him a friend asked for him. What name?

Starting point is 02:13:47 Yes, do. Jim Smith. The fat old gobbler's liable to drop in any time now. This seemed a good reason to Mr. Jim Smith, alias David Sanders, for dropping out. He did not care to have Miller know just yet who the kind friend was that had inquired for him. But just as he was turning away, a word held him for a moment. The discretion of the man in the apron was not quite proof against his habit of talk. Laban quarrelling a good deal together. I expect the combination is about ready to bust up, he whispered confidentially. Quarrelin, what about? Oh, I don't know. They act like they're sores of boil at each other. Honest, I thought they was going to mix it yesterday. I breezed up with a bottle and they kind of cooled off.

Starting point is 02:14:40 Doble drunk? Nope. Fact is, they trimmed a Greeley Boobin was round about the split. Miller, he claimed Doble held out on him. I'll bet he did, too. Dave did not care how much they quarreled or how soon they parted after he had got back his horse. Until that time, he preferred that they would give him only one trail to follow instead

Starting point is 02:15:02 of two. The cowpuncher made it his business to loaf on Larimer Street. for the rest of the day. His beat was between 15th and 16th streets, usually on the other side of the road from the Klondike Saloon. About four o'clock, his patience was rewarded. Miller came rolling along in a sort of sailor fashion characteristic of him. Dave had just time to dive into a palm broker's shop unnoticed.

Starting point is 02:15:28 A black-haired, black-eyed salesman came forward to wait on him. The puncher cast an eye helplessly about him. It fell on a suitcase. How much? he asked. Seven dollars, dirt cheap, my friend. Got any telescope grips? The salesman produced one. Dave bought it because he did not know how to escape without.

Starting point is 02:15:51 He carried it with him while he lounged up and down the sidewalk, waiting for Miller to come out of the Klondike. When the fat gambler reappeared, the range rider fell in behind him, unobserved and followed up town past the Tabor Opera House as far as California Street. Here they swung to the left to 14th, where Miller disappeared into a rooming house.

Starting point is 02:16:14 The amateur detective turned back toward the business section. On the way, he dropped guiltily the telescope grip into a delivery wagon standing in front of a grocery. He had no use for it, and he had already come to feel it a white elephant in his hands. With the aid of a city directory, Dave located delivery stables within walking, distance of the house where Miller was staying. Inspired perhaps by the nickel detective stories he had read,

Starting point is 02:16:41 the cowboy bought a pair of blue goggles and a store collar. In this last, substituted for the handkerchief he usually wore loosely around his throat, the sleuth nearly strangled himself for lack of air. His inquiries at such stables as he found brought no satisfaction. Neither Miller nor the Pinto had been seen at any of them. Later in the evening, he met Henry B. West at the St. James Hotel. How's that business of yours getting along, boy? asked the cattle in with a smile. Don't know yet. Say, Mr. West, if I find a horse that's been stole for me, how can I get it back? Someone steal a horse from you? Dave told his story. West listened to a finish.

Starting point is 02:17:28 I know a lawyer here. We'll ask him what to do. ranchman said. They found the lawyer at the athletic club. West stated the case. Your remedy is to replevin. If they fight, you'll have to bring witness to prove ownership. Bring witness from Lappie, I can't do that, said Dave staggered. I ain't got the money. Why can't I just take the horse? It's mine. The law doesn't know it's yours. Dave left, much depressed. Of course the thieves would go to a lawyer and, Of course he would tell them to fight. The law was a darn queer thing.

Starting point is 02:18:06 It made the recovery of his property so costly that the crooks who stole it could laugh at him. Looks like the law's made to protect scalawags instead of honest folks, Dave told West. Well, I don't reckon it is, but it acts that way sometimes, admitted the cattleman. You can see yourself. It wouldn't do for the law to say a fellow could get property from another man just by saying it was his.

Starting point is 02:18:30 Sorry, Sanders. After all, a bronx only a bronc. I'll give you your pick a 200 if you come back with me to the ranch. Much obliged, sir. Maybe I will later. The cowpuncher walked the streets while he thought it over. He had no intention whatever of giving up Chiquito if he could find the horse. So far as the law went, he was in a blind alley. He was tied, hand and foot. That possession was nine points before the courts he had heard before. The way to recover flashed to his brain like a wave of light. He must get possession. All he had to do was steal his own horse and make for the hills.

Starting point is 02:19:13 If the thieves found him later, and the chances were that they would not even attempt pursuit if he let them know who he was, he would force them to the expense of going to law for Chiquito. What was sauce for the goose must be for the gander, too. Dave's tramp had carried him across the plat into North Denver. On his way back, he passed a corral close to the railroad tracks. He turned in to look over the horses. The first one his eyes fell on was Chiquito.

Starting point is 02:19:46 End of Chapter 12. Chapter 13 of Gunside Pass, How Oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McLeod Rain. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. For murder Dave whistled. The pony pricked up its ears, looked around, and came straight to him. The young man laid his face against the soft, silky nose, fondled it, whispered endearments to his pet.

Starting point is 02:20:19 He put the bronco through its tricks for the benefit of the corral attendant. Well, I'll be doggone, that youth commented. The little pinto sure is a wonder, acts like he knows you might as well. Aught to. I trained him. Had him before Miller got him. Bet you hated to sell him. You know it, Dave moved forward to his end, the intention to get possession of the horse.

Starting point is 02:20:43 He spoke in a voice easy and casual. Saw Miller a while ago. They're talking about selling the paint haws, him and his partner Doble. I'm to saddle up and show what Chiquito can do. Say, that's a good notion. If I was a buyer, I'd pay ten bucks more after you put him through that circus stuff.

Starting point is 02:21:02 Which is Miller's saddle? When it was pointed out to him, Dave examined it and pretended to disapprove. Too heavy. Let me a lighter one, can't you? Sure, here's three or four. Help yourself. The Wrangler moved into the stable to attend his work. Dave cinched, swung to the saddle, and rode to the gate of the corral. The two men were coming in, and by the sound of their voices were quarreling. They stepped aside to let him pass one on each side of the gate,

Starting point is 02:21:31 so that it was necessary to ride between them. They recognized the Pinto at the same moment Dave did them. On the heels of that recognition came another. Doble ripped out an oath and a shout of warning. It's Sanders! A gun flashed as the pony jumped to a gallop. The silent night grew noisy with shots, voices, the clatter of hoofs. Twice Dave fired answers to the challenges which leapt out of the darkness at him.

Starting point is 02:21:59 He raced across the bridge, spanning the platt and for a moment drew up on the other side to listen for sounds which might tell him whether he would be pursued. One last solitary revolver shot disturbed the stillness. The rider grinned. Think he'd know better than to shoot at me this far. He broke his revolver, extracted the empty shells, and dropped them in the street. Then he rode up the long hill toward highlands, passed through that suburb of the city, and went along the dark and dusty road. to the shadows of the Rockies, silhouetted in the night sky. His flight had no definite objective

Starting point is 02:22:38 except to put as much distance between himself and Denver as possible. He knew nothing about the geography of Colorado except that a large part of the Rocky Mountains and a delectable city called Denver live there. His train trip to it had told him that one of its neighbors was New Mexico, which was in turn adjacent to Arizona. Therefore, he meant to get to New Mexico

Starting point is 02:23:03 as quickly as Chiquito could quite comfortably travel. Unfortunately, Dave was going west instead of south. Every step of the pony was carrying him near the roof of the continent, near the passes of the front range, which led by divers valleys and higher mountains beyond, to the snow-clad regions of Eternal White. Up in this altitude, it was too cold to camp out without a fire and blankets. "'I reckon we'll keep going, old pal,' the young man told his horse.

Starting point is 02:23:34 "'I've noticed the roads mostly lead somewheres.' "'Dabe broke over valleys of swirling mist far below the rider. The sun rose and dried the moisture. Dave looked down on a town scattered up and down a gulch. He met an oar team and asked the driver what town it was. The man looked curiously at him. "'Why, it's Idaho Springs,' he said. where you come from?

Starting point is 02:24:01 Dave eased himself in the saddle. From the southwest, you're quite a ways from home. I reckon your hills ain't so uncurried down there, are they? The cowpuncher looked over the mountains. He was among the summits, a glow in the amber light of day with the many blended colors of wild flowers.

Starting point is 02:24:20 We got some down there, too, that don't fit a lady's boudoir. Say, if I keep moving, where'll this road take me? The man with the Oar team gave information. It struck Dave that he had run into a blind alley. If you're after a job, I reckon you can find one at some of the mines. They're need in hands, the teamster added. Perhaps this was the best immediate solution of the problem.

Starting point is 02:24:45 The puncher nodded farewell and rode down into the town. He left Chiquito at a livery barn after having personally fed and watered the pinto and went himself to a hotel. Here he registered, not under his own name, ate breakfast and lay down for a few hours sleep. When he awakened, he wrote a note with the stub of a pencil to Bob Hart. It read, Well, Bob, I done got Chiquito back, though it sure looked like I wasn't going to, but you never can tell, and as old Buck Byington says, it's a hell of a long robe without no bending it,

Starting point is 02:25:18 and which you can bet your boots the old alkali is right at that. Well, I found the little pie eater in Denver okay, but So gaunt he won't hardly throw a shadow, and what can you expect of scallowags like Miller and Doble who don't know how to treat a horse? Well, I run Chiquito off right under their noses, and we had a little gunplay, and made my getaway, and I reckon I'll stay a spell and work here.

Starting point is 02:25:43 Well, good luck to all the boys till I see them again in the sweet by-and-by, Dave. P.S. Get this money-order cashed old-timer, and pay the boys what I borrowed when we hit the trail, after Miller and Doble. I lit out too sudden to settle. Five to Steve and five to buck.

Starting point is 02:26:02 Well, so long, Dave. The puncher went to the post office, got a money order, and mailed the letter after which he returned to the hotel. He intended to eat dinner and then look for work. Three or four men were standing on the steps of the hotel talking with the proprietor. Dave was quite close before the Boniface saw him.

Starting point is 02:26:23 That's him, the hotel keeper, said in an excited whisper. A brown-faced man without a coat turned quickly and looked at Sanders. He wore a belt with cartridges and a revolver. What's your name? he demanded. Dave knew at once this man was an officer of the law. He knew, too, the futility of trying to escape under the pseudonym he had written on the register. Sanders, Dave Sanders, I want you. So who are you? Sheriff of the county. What you want me for? Murder. Dave gasped.

Starting point is 02:26:59 His heart beat fast with oppressions of impending disaster. Murder, he repeated dully. You're charged with the murder of George Doble last night in Denver. The boy stared at him with horror-stricken eyes. Doble? My God, did I kill him? He clutched at a porch post to steady himself. The hills were sliding.

Starting point is 02:27:24 and querily up into the sky. End of Chapter 13. Chapter 14 of Gunside Pass, how oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McLeod rain. This Liebervox recording is in the public domain. Ten years. All the way back to Denver, while the train ran down through the narrow, crooked canyon,

Starting point is 02:27:52 Dave's mind dwelt in a penumbra of horror. It was impossible he could have killed Doble, he kept telling himself. He had fired back into the night without aim. He had not even tried to hit the men who were shooting at him. It must be some ghastly joke. Nonetheless, he knew by the dull ache in his heart that this awful thing had fastened on him and that he would have to pay the penalty. He had killed a man, snuffed out his life wantonly as a result of taking the law into his own hands. The knowledge of what he had done shook him to the same. the soul. It remained with him in the background of his mind up to and through his trial.

Starting point is 02:28:35 What shook his nerve was the fact that he had taken a life, not the certainty of the punishment that must follow. West called to see him at the jail, and to the cattleman, Dave told the story exactly as it had happened. The owner of the 54-quarter circle walked up and down the cell, rumbling his hair. Boy, why didn't you let on to me what you was figuring on pulling on? I knew you was some bull-hated, but I thought you had a lick of sense left. Wished I had, said Dave miserably. Well, what's done is done. No use crying over the bust up.

Starting point is 02:29:12 We'll better fix up whatever's left from the smash. First off, we'll get a lawyer, I reckon. I got a little money left, $26, spoke up Dave, timidly. Maybe that's all he'll want. West smiled at this babe in the woods. It'll last as long as a snowballing, you know where if he's like some lawyers I met up with. It did not take the lawyer whom West engaged long to decide on the line the defense must take. We'll show that Miller and Dobel were crooks and that they had wronged Sanders.

Starting point is 02:29:46 That will count a lot with a jury, he told West. We'll admit the killing and claim self-defense. The day before the trial, Dave was sitting in his cell, cheerlessly reading a judge. newspaper when visitors were announced. At sight of Emerson Crawford and Bob Hart, he choked in his throat. Tears brimmed in his eyes. Nobody could have been kinder to him than West had been, but these were home folks. He had known them many years.

Starting point is 02:30:16 Their kindness and coming melted melted his heart. He gripped their hands but found himself unable to say anything in answer to their greetings. He was afraid to trust his voice and he was ashamed of his emotion. "'The boys are for you strong, Dave. We all figure you done right. Steve says he wouldn't worry none if you got Miller, too,' Bob breezed on. "'That's no way to talk, son,' reproved Crawford. "'It's bad enough, right as it is, without you boys wanting it any worse.

Starting point is 02:30:46 But don't you get downhearted, Dave? We're allowing to stand by you to a finish. It ain't as if you got a good man. Doble was a mean-hearted scoundrel if ever I met up with one. He's no loss to society. We're going to show the jury that, too. They did. By the time Crawford, Hart, and a pair of victims who had been trapped by the sharpers had testified about Miller and Dobel, these worthies had no shred of reputation left with the jury.

Starting point is 02:31:15 It was shown that they had robbed the defendant of the horse he had trained, and that he had gone to a lawyer and found no legal redress within his means. But Dave was unable to prove self-defense. Miller stuck doggedly to his story. The cow-puncher had fired the first shot. He had continued to fire, though he must have seen Doble sink to the ground immediately. Moreover, the testimony of the doctors

Starting point is 02:31:39 showed that the fatal shot had taken effect at close range. Just prior to this time, there had been an unusual number of killings in Denver. The newspapers had stirred up a public sentiment for stricter enforcement of the law. They had claimed that both judges and juries were two, easy on the gunmen who committed these crimes. Now they asked if this cowboy killer was going to be allowed to escape. Dave was tried when this wave of feeling was at its height, and he was a victim of it.

Starting point is 02:32:09 The jury found him guilty of murder in the second degree. The judge sentenced him to ten years in the penitentiary. When Bob Hart came to say goodbye before Dave was removed to Canyon City, the young range rider almost broke down. He was greatly distressed at the mistake. fortune that had befallen his friend. We're going to stay with this, Dave. You know Crawford. He goes through when he starts. Soon as there's a chance, we'll hit the governor for a pardon.

Starting point is 02:32:37 It's a damn shame, old pal. That's what it is. Dave nodded. A lump in his throat interfered with speech. The old man lent me money to buy Chiquito, and I'm going to keep the pinto till you get out. That'll help pay your lawyer, continued Bob. One thing more.

Starting point is 02:32:55 You're not the only one. it's liable to be sent up. Miller's on the way back to Malapie. If he don't get a term for hoss stealing, I'm a liar. We got a dead open and shut case against him. The guard who was to take Dave to the penitentiary bustled in cheerfully.

Starting point is 02:33:12 All right, boys. If you're ready, we'll be moving down to the depot. The friends shook hands again. End of Chapter 14. Chapter 15 of Gunside Pass, How Oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McLeod Rain. This Libravox recording is in the public domain.

Starting point is 02:33:38 In Denver. The warden handed him a ticket back to Denver, and with it a stereotype little lecture of platitudes. Your future lies before you to be made or marred by yourself, Sanders. You owe it to the governor who has granted this parole and to the good friends who have worked so hard for it that you be honest and industrious and temperate. If you do this, the world will be honest,

Starting point is 02:34:01 the world will in time forget your past mistakes and give you the right hand of fellowship as I do now. The proffered him because he knew the warden was a sincere humanitarian. He meant exactly what he said. Perhaps he could not help the touch of condescension. But patronage, no matter how kindly met, was one thing this tall, straight convict could not stand. He was quite civil, but the hard, cynical eyes made the warden uncomfortable. Once or twice before he had known prisoners like this, quiet, silent men who were never insolent, but whose eyes told him that the iron had seared their souls.

Starting point is 02:34:45 The voice of the warden dropped briskly to business. Seeing the bookkeeper? Everything all right, I suppose. Yes, sir. Good. Well, wish you luck. Thanks. The convict turned away, grave, unsmiling. The prison officer's eyes followed him a little wistfully. His function as he understood it was to win these men back to fitness for service to the society

Starting point is 02:35:11 which had shut them up for their misdeeds. They were not wild beasts, they were human beings who had made a misstep. Sometimes he had been able to influence men strongly, but he felt that it had not been true of this puncher from the cow country. Sanders walked slowly out of the office and threw the door in the wall that led back to life. He was free. Tomorrow was his.

Starting point is 02:35:38 All the tomorrows of all the years of his life were waiting for him, but the facts stirred in him no emotion. As he stood in the dry Colorado sunshine, his heart was quite dead. In the earlier days of his imprisonment, it had not been so. He had dreamed often of this hour. At night in the darkness of his cell, imagination had projected picture after picture of it, vivid, colorful, set to music.

Starting point is 02:36:06 But his parole had come too late. The years had taken their toll of him. The shadow of the prison had left its chill, had done something to him that had made him a different David Sanders from the boy who had entered. He wondered if he would ever learn to laugh again, if we would ever run to meet life eagerly as that other David Sanders had a thousand years ago. He followed the road down to the little station and took a through train that came puffing out of the Royal Gorge on its way to the plains.

Starting point is 02:36:37 Through the crowd at the Denver Depot, he passed into the city, moving up 17th Street without definite aim or purpose. His parole had come unexpectedly so that none of his friends could meet him even if they had wanted to do so. He was glad of this. He preferred to be alone, especially during these first days of freedom. It was his intention to go back to Malapy to the country he knew and loved, but he wished to pick up a job in the city for a month or two until he had settled into a frame of mind in which liberty had become a habit. Early next morning he began his search for work.

Starting point is 02:37:14 It carried him to a lumberyard adjoining the railroad yards. We need a night watchman, the superintendent said. Where you work last? A Canyon City. The lumberman looked at him quickly, a question in his glance. Yes, Dave went on, doggedly, in the penitentiary. A moment's awkward embarrassment ensued. What were you in for? Killing a man. Too bad, I'm afraid. He had stolen my horse and I was trying to get it back. I had no intention of hitting him when I fired. I'd take you in a minute so far as I'm concerned personally, but our board of directors afraid they wouldn't like it. That's one trouble in working for a corporation.

Starting point is 02:37:56 Sanders turned away. The superintendent hesitated, then called after him. If you're up against it and need a dollar. Thanks, I don't. I'm looking for work, not charity, the applicant said stiffly. Wherever he went, it was the same. As soon as he mentioned the prison, doors of opportunity closed to him. Nobody wanted to employ a man tarred with that pitch.

Starting point is 02:38:20 It did not matter why he had gone, under what provocation he had erred. The thing that damned him was that he had been there. It was a taint, a corrosion. He could have picked up a job easily enough if he had been willing to lie about his past, but he had made up his mind to tell the truth. In the long run, he could not conceal it. Better start with the slate clean. When he got a job, it was to unload cars of fruit for a commission house.

Starting point is 02:38:51 A man was wanted in a hurry, and the employer did not ask any questions. At the end of an hour, he was satisfied. Fellow hustles peaches like he's been at all's life, the commission man told his partner. A few days later came the question that Sanders had been expecting. Where'd you work before you came to us? At the penitentiary. A guard? asked the merchant, taken aback. No, I was a convict.

Starting point is 02:39:19 The big lithe man and overalls spoke quietly, his eyes meeting those of the Market Street man with unwavering steadiness. What was the trouble? Dave explained. The merchant made no comment, but when he paid off the men Saturday night, he said with careful casualness. Sorry, Sanders, the work will be slack next week. I'll have to lay you off.

Starting point is 02:39:42 The man from Canyon City understood. He looked for another place, was rebuffed a dozen times, and at last was given work by an employer who had vision enough to know the truth that the bad man do not all go to prison, and that some who go may be better than those who do not. In this place, Sanders lasted three weeks. He was doing concrete work on a viaduct job for a contractor employed by the city. This time it was a fellow workman who learned of the Arizonan's record. A letter from Emerson Crawford, forwarded by the warden of the penitentiary, dropped out of Dave's coat pocket where it hung across a plank. The man who picked it up read the letter before returning it to the pocket.

Starting point is 02:40:24 He began at once to whisper the news. The subject was discussed back and forth among the men on the quiet. Sanders guessed they had discovered who he was, but he waited for them to move. His years in prison had given him at least the strength of patience. He could bide his time. They went to the contractor. He reasoned with them. Does his work all right, doesn't he?

Starting point is 02:40:49 Treats you all civilly. Doesn't force himself on you. I don't see any harm in him. We ain't working with no jailbird, announced the spokesman. He told me the story and I have looked it up since. Talk with the lawyer that defended him. He says the man Sanders killed was a bad lot and had stolen his horse from. Sanders was trying to get it back.

Starting point is 02:41:10 He claimed self-defense, but couldn't prove it. Don't make no difference. The jury said he was guilty, didn't it? Suppose he was. We've got to give him a chance when he comes out, haven't we? Some of the Ben began to weaken. They were not cruel, but they were children of impulse, easily led by those who had force enough to push to the front.

Starting point is 02:41:31 I won't mix cement with no convict, the self-appointed leader announced flatly. That goes. The contractor met him eye to eye. You don't have to, Reynolds. You can get your time. Meaning that you keep him on the job and let me go? That's it exactly.

Starting point is 02:41:48 Long as he does the work well, I'll not ask him to quit. A shadow darkened the doorway of the temporary office. The Arizonans stepped in with his easy, swinging stride, a lithe, straight-backed Hermes showing strength of character back of every movement. I'm leaving today, Mr. Shields. His voice carried the quiet power of reserve force. Not because I want you to, Sanders. I'm not going to stay and make you trouble.

Starting point is 02:42:15 I don't think it'll come to that. I'm talking it over with the boys now. Your work stands up. I've no criticism. I'll not stay now, Mr. Shields. Since they've complained to you, I better go. The ex-convict looked around. The eyes in his sardonic face hard and bitter.

Starting point is 02:42:32 If he could have read the thoughts of the men, it would have been different. Most of them were ashamed of their protest. They would have liked to have drawn back, but they did not know how to say so. Therefore, they stood awkwardly silent. Afterward, when it was too late, they talked it over freely enough and blamed each other. From one job to another, Dave drifted.

Starting point is 02:42:57 His stubborn pride, due in part to a native honesty that would not let him live under false pretenses, in part to a bitterness that had become dogged defiance, kept him out of good places and forced him to do heavy, unskilled labor that brought. the poorest pay. Yet he saved money, bought himself good, cheap clothes, and found energy to attend night school where he studied stationary and mechanical engineering. He lived wholly within

Starting point is 02:43:24 himself, his mental reactions tinged with morose scorn. He found little comfort either in himself or in the external world, in spite of the fact that he had determined with all his stubborn will to get ahead. The library, he patronized a good deal, but he gave no time. to general literature. His reading was of a highly specialized nature. He studied everything that he could find about the oil fields of America. The stigma of his disgrace continued to raise its head. One of the concrete workers was married to the sister of the woman from whom he rented his room. The quiet upstanding man who never complained or asked any privileges had been a favorite of hers, but she was a timid, conventional soul. Visions of her rumors departing in a flock when they

Starting point is 02:44:11 found out about the man in the second floor back began to haunt her dreams. Perhaps he might rob them all at night in a moment of nerve tension summoning all her courage, she asked the killer from the cattle country if he would mind leaving. He smiled grimly and began to pack. For several days he had seen it coming.

Starting point is 02:44:32 When he left, the expressman took his trunk to the station. The ticket which Sanders bought showed Malapie as his destination. End of Chapter 15. Chapter 16 of Gunside Pass, How Oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McLeod rain. This Libravox recording is in the public domain. Dave meets two friends and a foe. In the early morning, Dave turned to rest his cramped limbs.

Starting point is 02:45:07 He was in a day coach, and his sleep through the night had been broken. The light coming from the window woke him. He looked out on the opalescent dawn of the desert, and his blood quickened at the side of the enchanted mesa. To him came that joyous thrill of one who comes home to his own after years of exile. Presently he saw the silvery sheen of the mesquite when the sun is streaming westward. Dust eddy's whirled across the baronka, the prickly pear and the Palo Verde flashed past, green splashes against a background of drab.

Starting point is 02:45:43 The pudgy creosote, the buffalo grass, the undulation of sands, sand hills were an old story, but today his eyes devoured them hungrily. The wonderful effect of space and light, the cloud skeins drawn out as by some invisible hand, the brown ribbon of road that wandered over the hill. They brought to him an emotion, poignant, and surprising. The train slid into a narrow valley bounded by hills freakishly eroded to fantastic shapes. Pinyon trees fled to the rear. A sheep corral fenced with brush and twisted roots, in which were long, shallow feed troughs and flat-roofed sheds,

Starting point is 02:46:24 leaped out of nowhere, was for a few moments, and vanished like a scene in a moving picture. A dim gray mass of color on a hillside was agitated like a sea wave. It was a flock of sheep moving toward the corral. For an instant, Dave caught a glimpse of a dog circling the huddled pack, then dog and sheep were out of sight together. The picture stirred memories of the acrid smoke of hill campfires, of nights under a tarp with the rain beating down on him, and still others of a road herd bawling for water, of winter camps when the ropes were frozen stiff,

Starting point is 02:47:01 and the snow slid from trees and small avalanches. At the junction he took the stage from Lappie. Already he could see that he was going into a new world, one altogether different from that he had last seen here. These men were not cattlemen. They talked the vocabulary of oil. They had the shrewd keen look of the driller and the wild catter. They were full of nervous energy that oozed out in constant conversation. Jackpot number three lost a string of tools yesterday.

Starting point is 02:47:35 While they're fishing, steelmen be drilling hell a mile. You got to sit up all night to beat that coal oil, Johnny, one wrinkled little man said. A big man in boots laced over corduroyed trousers, nodded. He's smooth as a pump plunger, and he sure has luck. He can buy up a dry hole any old time, and it'll be a gusher in a week. He'll bust Em Crawford high and dry before he finishes with him. Em had ought to, uh, stuck to cattle. That's one game he knows from hoof to hide. Sure, Em's got no business in oil. Say, do you know when they're expecting Shiloh number two in? She's in the sand now, but still dries a cork leg.

Starting point is 02:48:16 That's liable to put a crimping M's bank roll, don't you reckon? Yep, old man hard luck's camping on his trail, sure enough. The banks'll be shaking their heads at his paper soon. The stage had stopped to take on a mail sack. Now it started again, and the rest of the talk was lost to Dave. But he had heard enough to guess that the old feud between Crawford and Steelman had taken on a new phase, one in which his friend was likely to get the worst of it. At Malapie, Dave descended from the stage into a town he hardly knew.

Starting point is 02:48:49 It had the same wide Main Street, but the business section extended five blocks instead of one. Everywhere oil dominated the place. Hotels, restaurants, and hardware stores jostled saloons and gambling houses. Tents have been set up in vacant lots beside frame buildings, and in them stores, rooming houses, and lunch counters were doing business. Everybody was in a hurry. The street was filled with men who had to sleep with one eye open lest they missed the news of some new discovery.

Starting point is 02:49:20 The town was having growing pains. One contractor was putting down sidewalks in the same street where another laid sewer pipe and a third put in telephone poles. A branch line of a transcontinental railroad was moving across the desert to tap the new oil field. Houses rose overnight. Mule teams jingled in and out.

Starting point is 02:49:40 out freighting supplies to Malapie and from there to the fields. On all sides were rustle, energy, and optimism, signs of the new west in the making. Up the street, a team of half-broken Broncos came on the gallop, weaving among the traffic with a certainty that showed a skilled pair of hands at the reins. From the buckboard stepped lightly, a straight-backed, well-muscled young fellow. He let out a moment later a surprised shout of welcome and fell upon Sanders with two brown fists. Dave, where in Mexico, you've been, old Alkalai? We've been looking for you everywhere.

Starting point is 02:50:19 In Denver, Bob. Sanders spoke quietly. His eyes went straight into those of Bob Hart to see what was written there. He found only a glad and joyous welcome, neither embarrassment nor any sign of shame. But why didn't you write and let us know? Bob grew mildly profane in his warmth. He was as easy as though his friend had come back from a week. in the hills on a deer hunt. We didn't know when the governor was going to act, or we'd have

Starting point is 02:50:45 been right at the gate, me or M. Crawford won. Why didn't you answer our letters, you darn old scallowag? Doggone, I'm glad to see you. Dave's heart warmed to this fine loyalty. He'd do that both Hart and Crawford had worked in-season and out-of-season for a parole or a pardon. But it's one thing to appear before a pardon board for a convict in whom you are interested, and quite another to welcome him to your heart when he stands before you. Bob would do to tie to, Sanders told himself with a rush of gratitude. None of this feeling showed in his dry voice. Thanks, Bob. Heart knew already that Dave had come back a changed man. He had gone a boy, wild, turbulent, untamed. He had come out tempered by the fires of experience and discipline. The steel-gray eyes were no longer frank and gentle.

Starting point is 02:51:40 They judged warily and inscrutably. He talked little and mostly in monosyllables. It was a safe guess that he was master of his impulses. In his manner was a cold reticence entirely foreign to the Dave Sanders his friend had known and froliced with. Bob felt in him a quality of dangerous strength as hard and cold as a hammered iron. "'Where's your trunk? I'll take it right up to my shack,' Hart said. "'I rented a room.' "'Well, you can on rent it. You're staying with me.' "'No, Bob, I reckon I won't do that. I'll live alone a while.

Starting point is 02:52:18 "'No, sir, what you take me for? We'll load your things up on the buckboard.' Dave shook his head. "'I'm much obliged, but I'd rather not yet. "'Got to feel out my way while I learn the range here.' To this, Bob did not consent without a stiff protest, but Sanders was inflexible. All right, suit yourself. You always was stubborn as a Missouri mule, Hart said with a grin. Anyhow, you'll eat supper with me. Let's go to the demonical for old time's sake. We'll see if Hop Lee knows you. I'll bet he does. Hart had come in to see a contractor about building a derrick for a well.

Starting point is 02:52:56 I got to see him now, Dave. Go along with me, he urged. "'No, see you later. "'Won to get my trunk from the depot.' They arranged an hour of meeting at the restaurant. In front of the post office, Bob met Joyce Crawford. The young woman had fulfilled the promise of her girlhood. As she moved down the street, tall and slender, there was light joyous freedom in her step.

Starting point is 02:53:21 So Ellen Terry walked in her resilient prime. "'Miss Joyce, he's here,' Bob said. "'Who, Dave?' She and her father and Bob had more than once met as a committee of three to discuss the interests of Sanders, both before and since his release. The week after he left Canyon City, letters of thanks had reached both Hart and Crawford, but these had given no address. Their letters to him had remained unanswered, nor had a detective agency been able to find him.

Starting point is 02:53:51 "'Yes, ma'am! Dave! He's right here in town, met him half hour ago.' "'I'm glad. How does he look?' He's grown older, a heap older, and he's different. You know what an easy-going kid he was, always friendly and happy as a half-grown pup? Well, he ain't that away now. Looks like he never would laugh again, real cheerful. I don't reckon he ever will. He's done got the prison brand on him for good.

Starting point is 02:54:19 I couldn't see my old Dave in him at all. He's hard as nails and bitter. The brown eyes softened. He would be, of course. How could he help it? And he kind of holds you off. He's been hurt bad and ain't taking no chances whatever, don't you reckon? Do you mean he's broken?

Starting point is 02:54:39 Not a bit. He's strong and he looks at you straight and hard, but they've crushed all the kid out of him. He was a mighty nice boy, Dave was. I hate to lose him. When can I see him? she asked. Bob looked at his watch. I got an appointment to meet him at Delmonico's right now.

Starting point is 02:54:59 Maybe I can get him to come up to the house afterward. Joyce was a young woman who made swift decisions. I'll go with you now, she said. Sanders was standing in front of the restaurant, but he was faced in the other direction. His flat muscular back was rigid. In his attitude was a certain tenseness as though his body was a bundle of steel springs ready to be released. Bob's eye traveled swiftly past him to a fat man rolling up the street on the opposite sidewalk. It's Ad Miller, back from the pen. I heard he got out this week, he told the girl in a low voice.

Starting point is 02:55:35 Joyce Crawford felt the blood ebbed from her face. It was as though her heart had been drenched with ice water. What was going to take place between these men? Were they armed? Would the gambler recognize his old enemy? She knew that each was responsible for the other's prison sentence. Sanders had followed the thieves to Denver and found them with his horse. The fat crook had lied Dave into the penitentiary by swearing that the boy had fired the first shots. Now they were meeting for the first time since. Miller had been drinking. The stiff precision of his gait showed that. For a moment it seemed that he would pass without noticing the man across the road.

Starting point is 02:56:16 Then, by some twist a chance, he decided to take the sidewalk on the other side. The sign of the Delmonico had caught his eye and he remembered that he was hungry. He took one step and stopped. He had recognized Sanders. His eyes narrowed. The head on his short red neck was thrust forward. God Almighty! He screamed, and the next moment was plucking a revolver from under his left armpit.

Starting point is 02:56:46 Bob caught Joyce and swept her behind him, covering her with his body as best he could. At the same time, Sanders plunged forward, arrow straight and swift. The revolver cracked. It spat fire a second time, a third. The tiger man, head low, his whole splendid body vibrant with energy, hurled himself across the road as though he had been flung from a catapult. A streak of fire ripped through his shoulder. Another shot boomed almost simultaneously.

Starting point is 02:57:16 He thudded hard into the fat paunch of the gunman. They went down together. The fingers of Dave's left hand closed on the fat wrist of the gambler. His other hand tore the revolver away from the slack, The gun rose and fell. Miller went into unconsciousness without even a groan. The corrugated butt of the gun had crashed down on his forehead. Dizzily Sanders rose. He leaned against a telephone pole for support. The haze cleared to show him the white, anxious face of a young woman. Are you hurt? she asked. Dave looked at Joyce, wondering at her presence here.

Starting point is 02:57:53 He's the one that's hurt, he answered quietly. I thought, I was afraid, her voice died away. She felt her knees grow weak. To her, this man had appeared to be plunging straight to death. No excitement in him reached the surface. His remarkably steady eyes still held their grim, hard tenseness, but otherwise his self-control was perfect. He was absolutely imperturbable. He was shooting wild. Sorry you were here, Miss Crawford. His eyes swept the gathering crowd. You better go, don't you reckon? Yes, you come too, please. The girl's voice broke. Don't worry, it's all over, he turned to the crowd. He began shooting at me. I was unarmed. He shot four times before I got to him. That's right. I saw from up street, a stranger volunteered. Where do you

Starting point is 02:58:48 take out your insurance, friend? I'd like to get some of the same. I'll be in town here if I'm wanted, Dave announced before he came back to where Bob and Joyce were standing. Now we'll move, Miss Crawford. At the second street corner, he stopped, evidently intending to go no farther. I'll say goodbye for this time. I want to see Mr. Crawford right soon. How's little Keith coming on? She mentioned that the boy frequently spoke of him.

Starting point is 02:59:16 Can you come up to see father tonight, or he'll go to your room if you'd rather? Maybe tomorrow. He'll be anxious to see you. I want you and Bob to come to dinner Sunday. Don't hardly think I'll be here Sunday. My plans aren't settled. Thank you just the same, Miss Crawford. She took his words as a direct rebuff.

Starting point is 02:59:36 There was a little lump in her throat that she had to get rid of before she spoke again. Sorry, perhaps some other time, Joyce gave him her hand. I might have glad to have seen you again, Mr. Sanders. He bowed. Thank you. After she had gone, Dave turned swiftly to his friend.

Starting point is 02:59:57 Where's the nearest doctor's office? Miller got me in the shoulder. End of Chapter 16. Chapter 17 of Gunside Pass, how oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McLeod rain. This Liebervox recording is in the public domain. Oil. I'll take off my hat to Dave, said heart warmly.

Starting point is 03:00:25 He's chain lightning. I never did see anything like the way he took that street and two jumps. And game, did you ever hear tell of an unarmed man charging a guy with a gun spitting at him? I always knew he had sand in his crawl. What does Doc Green say? asked Crawford, lighting a corncob pipe. Says nothing to worry about. A flesh wound in the shoulder ought to heal up in a few days. Miss Joyce speaking, with an indignant tremor of the voice, it was the most cowardly thing I ever saw. He was unarmed, and he hadn't lifted a finger when that ruffian began to shoot. I was sure he would be killed. He'll take a heap of killing that boy, her father reassured.

Starting point is 03:01:10 In a way, it's a good thing this happened now. His enemies have showed their hand. They tried to gun him before witnesses while he was unarmed. Whatever happens now, Dave's got public sentiment on his side. I'm always glad to have my enemy declare himself, then I can take measures. What measures can Dave take? asked Joyce. A faint grim smile flitted across the old cattleman's face. Well, one measure he'll take Pronto will be a good six-shooter on his hip. One I'll take will be to send Miller back to the pen where he belongs, as soon as I can get court action.

Starting point is 03:01:46 He's out on parole like Dave is. All the state has got to do is to reach out and haul him back again. again. If it can find him, added Bob dryly, I'll bet it can't. He's headed for the hills or the border right now. Crawford rose. Well, I'll run down with you to his room and see the boy, Bob, wish he would come up and stay with us. Maybe he will. To the cattleman, Dave made light of his wound. He would be all right in a few days, he said. It was only a scratch. Well, that's good, son, Crawford answered. Well, now, what are he aiming to do? I got a job for you on the ranch, if that's what you want, where I can use you in the oil business.

Starting point is 03:02:27 It's for you to say which. Oil, Dave said without a moment of hesitation. I want to learn that business from the ground up. I've been reading all I can get on the subject. Good enough, but don't you go playing geology too strong, Dave. Oil is where it's at. The formation don't amount to a dam. You'll find it where you'll find it.

Starting point is 03:02:49 Mr. Crawford ain't strong for the scientific sharps, since a college professor got him to drill a nice straight hole on roundtop, plum halfway to China, drawled Bob with a grin. I suppose it's a gamble, agreed Sanders. Worse in the cattle market, and no living man can guess that, said the owner of the D-Barr-Lazy-R dogmatically. Bob, you better put Dave with the crew of that wildcat you're spudding in, don't you reckon?

Starting point is 03:03:17 I'll put him all an afternoon tower and play. of the fellow Scott. I've been intended to fire him soon as I could get a good man. Much obliged to you both. Hope you found that good man, said Sanders. We have. Ain't either of us weren't about that. With a quizzical smile, Crawford raised a point that was in his mind. Say, son, you can talk a heap more like a book than you used to. You didn't slip one over on us and go to college, did you? I went to school in the penitentiary, Dave said. He had been amured in a place of furtive obscene whisperings, but he had found there not only vice.

Starting point is 03:03:56 There was the chance of an education. He had accepted it at first because he dared not let himself be idle in a spare time. That way lay degeneration in the loss of his manhood. He had studied under competent instructors English, mathematics, the Spanish grammar, and mechanical drawing, as well as surveying and stationary engineering. He had read some of the world's best literature. He had waited through a good many histories. If his education in books was lob-sighted,

Starting point is 03:04:27 it was in some respects more thorough than that of many a college boy. Dave did not explain all this. He let his simple statement of facts stand without enlarging on it. His life of late years had tended to make him reticent. Heard from Burns yet about that fishing job on Jack Pouton number three, Bob asked Crawford. Only that he thinks he hooked the tools and lost him again. Wish you'd run out in the morning, son, and see what's doing.

Starting point is 03:04:54 I got to go out to the ranch. I'll drive out tonight and take Dave with me if he feels up to it. Then we'll know the foreman keeps humping. Fine and dandy, the cattleman turned to Sanders. But I reckon you better stay here and rest up. Time enough for you to go to work when your shoulder's all right. Won't hurt me a bit to drive out with Bob. this thing's going to keep me awake anyhow. I'd rather be outdoors.

Starting point is 03:05:20 They drove out in the buckboard behind the half-broken colts. The young Broncos went out of town to a flying start. They raced across the plane as hard as they could tear, the light rig swaying behind them as the wheels hit the high spots. Not till they had worn out their first wild energy was conversation possible. Bob told of his change of occupation. Started dressing tools on a wildcat test for Crawford two years ago when he first begun to plunge in oil.

Starting point is 03:05:50 Built Derricks for a while. Ran drill. Doug sump holes, shot a couple of wells, went in with a fellow on a star rig as partner. Went busted and took Crawford's offer to be handyman for him. That's about all, except I own stock and two, three dead ones, and some that ain't come to life yet. The road was full of chuckholes and vexed.

Starting point is 03:06:12 very dusty, both faults due to the heavy travel that went over at day and night. They were in the oil field now, and Gaunt Derricks tapered to the sky to right and left of them. Occasionally, Dave could hear the kick of an engine or could see a big beam pumping. I suppose most of the D-Bar-Lazy-R boys have got into oil some, suggested Sanders. Every man-woman and kid around is in oil neck deep, Bob answered. Malapie's gone oil crazy. Folks are trading and spills. speculating in stock and royalty rights that never could amount to a hill of beans. Slick promoters are getting rich.

Starting point is 03:06:49 I've known photographers to fake gushers in their dark rooms. The country's full of abandoned wells of busted companies. Oil's a big band's game. It takes capital to operate. I'll bet it ain't once in a dozen times an investor gets a square run for his wide alley at that. There are crooks in every game. Sure, but oil's so darned tempting to a crook. all the suckers are shoving money at a promoter.

Starting point is 03:07:15 They don't ask his capitalization or investigate his field. Lots of promoters would hate like Sam Hill to strike oil. If they did, they'd have to take care of it. That's a lot of trouble. They can make more organizing a new company and raking in money from new investors. Bob swung the team from the main road and put it at a long rise. There ain't nothing easier than to drop money into a hole in the ground

Starting point is 03:07:37 and call it in oil well, he went on. Even if the proposition is absolutely, Absolutely on the level. The chances are all against the investor. It's a 50 to one shot. Tools are lost. The casing collapses. The cable breaks. Money gives out. Shooting is badly done. Water filters in or oil ain't there and paying quantities. In a couple of years, you can buy a deskful of no-good stock for a dollar mix. Then why is everybody in it? We've all been bit by this get-rich quick bug. If you hit it right in oil, you can wear all the dime. you've a mind to. That's part of it, but it ain't all. The West always did like to take a chance, I reckon. Well, this is gambling on a big scale and it gets into a fellow's blood. We're all crazy, but we'd hate to be cured. The driver stopped at the location of Jackpot No. 3 and invited his friend to get out. Make yourself at home, Dave. I reckon you ain't sorry that full team has quit

Starting point is 03:08:37 jolt in your shoulder. Sanders was not, but he did not say so. he could stand the pain of his wound easily enough, but there was enough of it to remind him pretty constantly that he had been in a fight. The fishing for the string of lost tools was going on by lamplight. With a good deal of interest, Dave examined the big hooks that had been sent down in an unsuccessful attempt to draw out the drill. It was a slow business and a not very interesting one. The tools seemed as hard to hook as a wily old trout.

Starting point is 03:09:08 Presently, Sanders wandered to the bunkhouse and sat down. on the front step. He thought perhaps he had not been wise to come out with Hart. His shoulder throbbed a good deal. After a time Bob joined him. Faintly there came to them the sound of an engine thumping. Steelman's outfit, said Hart gloomily. His little old engine goes right on kicking all the darn time. If he gets oil first, we lose. Man who makes first discovery on a claim wins out in this country. How's that? Didn't you live? locate properly? Had no time to do the assessment work after we located. Dug a sump hole, maybe. Brad jumps in when the field here began to look up. Company that shows oil first will

Starting point is 03:09:53 win out. How deep is he drilled? We're a little deeper, not much. Both must be close to the sands. We were showing drillers smut when we lost our string. Bob reached into his hip pocket and drew out the makings. He rolled his cigarette and lit it. I reckon steel, "'on's a millionaire now, on paper, anyhow. "'He was about busted when he got busy in oil. "'He was lucky right off, and he's crooked as a dog's high in leg. "'Don't care how he gets his, so he gets it. "'He sure trimmed the suckers a plenty.

Starting point is 03:10:28 "'He and Crawford are still in friendly,' Dave suggested the inflection of his voice, "'making the statement a question. "'On friendly,' drawled Bob, leaning back against a step "'and letting a smoke ring curl up. Well, that's a good, nice parlor word. Yes, I reckon you can call them un-friendly. Presently he went on in explanation. Brad's going to put Crawford down and out if it can be done by hook or crook.

Starting point is 03:10:55 He's a big man in the country now. We haven't been lucky like he has. Besides, the old man's company's on the square. This business ain't like cows. It takes big money to swing. You make or break mighty sudden. Yes. and Steelman won't stick a thing.

Starting point is 03:11:13 Wouldn't trust him or any one of his crowd any further than I could sling a bull by the tail. He'd blow Crawford and me sky high if he thought he could get away with it. Sanders nodded in agreement. He hadn't a doubt of it. With a thumb jerk toward the beating engine, Bob took up again his story. Got a bunch of thugs over there right now ready for business if necessary. Imported plug-uglies and genuine blow in the bottle. home talent. Shorty's still one of the gang and our old friend Doug Dobel is boss of the rodeo.

Starting point is 03:11:47 I'm looking for trouble if we went out and get the oil first. You think they'll tack? A gay light of cool recklessness danced in the eyes of the young oilman. I've a kind of notion they'll drop over and pay us a visit one of these nights, say in the dark of the moon. If they do, well, we certainly aim to welcome them proper. End of Chapter 17. Chapter 18 of Gunside Pass, how oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McLeod rain. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Doble pays a visit. Hello, the jackpot! Out of the night the call came to the man at the bunkhouse. Bob looked at his companion and grinned. Seems to me I recognize that melodious voice. A man stepped from the gloom with masterful. arrogant strides.

Starting point is 03:12:48 Low heart, he said, can you lend me a reamer? Bob knew he had come to spy out the land and not to borrow tools. Don't seem to me we've hardly got any reemers to spare, Doug, drawled the young man sitting on the porch floor.

Starting point is 03:13:04 What's the trouble? Got a kink in your casing? Not so you could notice it, but you never can tell when you're going to run into bad luck, can you? He sat down on the porch and took a cigar from his vest's pocket. What with losing tools in one thing and another,

Starting point is 03:13:22 this oil game sure is hell. By the way, how's your fishing job coming on? Fine, Doug. We ain't hooked our big fish yet, but we're hopeful. Dave was sitting in the shadow. Doble nodded carelessly to him without recognition. It was characteristic of his audacity that Doug had walked over impudently

Starting point is 03:13:42 to spy on the camp of the enemy. Bob knew why he had come, and he knew that Bob knew. You both ignored the fact that he was not welcome. I've known fellows to angle a right long time for a trout and not catch him, said Doble, stretching his long legs comfortably. Yes, agreed Bob. Wish I could hire you to throw a monkey wrench in that engine over there. It's chugging keeps me awake.

Starting point is 03:14:09 I'll bet it does. Well, young fellow, you can't hire me or anybody else to stop it. retorted Doble, an edge to his voice. Well, I just mentioned it, murmured Hart. I don't aim to rile your feelings. We'll talk of something else. Hope you enjoyed that reunion this week with your old friend, absent far but dear to memory ever.

Starting point is 03:14:30 Referring to, demanded Doble with sharp hostility. Why, Ad Miller, Doug? Is he a friend of mine? Ain't he? Not that I ever heard tell of. Glad of that. You won't miss. Miss him now he's lit out. Oh, he's lit out, has he? A little bird whispered to me he had.

Starting point is 03:14:50 When? This evening, I understand. Where'd he go? He didn't leave any address, called away on sudden business. Did he mention the business? Not to me. Bob turned to his friend. Did he say anything to you about that, Dave? In the silence, one might have heard a watchtick. Doble lean forward, his body rigid, danger written large in his burning eyes and clenched fist. So you're back, he said at last in a low, harsh voice. I'm back. It would have pleased me if they had put a rope around your neck, Mr. Convict. Dave made no comment. Nobody could have guessed from his stillness how fierce was the blood pressure at his temples. It's a difference of opinion makes horse races, Doug, said Bob, like.

Starting point is 03:15:39 The big ex-forman rose snarling. For half a sin I gung you here now like you did George. Sanders looked at him steadily, his hands hanging loosely by his sides. I wouldn't try that, Doug, warned Hart. Dave ain't armed, but I am. My hands on my suit-shooter right this minute. Don't make a mistake. The ex-forman glared at him.

Starting point is 03:16:05 Doble was a strong, reckless devil of a fellow who feared neither God nor man. A primeval savagery burned in his blood, but like most bad men, he had that vein of caution in his makeup which seeks to find its victim at a disadvantage. He knew heart too well to doubt his word. One cannot ride the range with a man year in, year out, without knowing whether the iron is in his arteries. Declaring yourself on this, are you? he demanded ominously, showing his teeth. I've always been in on it, Doug, took a hand at the first deal the day, of the race. If you're looking for trouble with Dave, you'll find it goes double. Not able to play his own hand, eh? Not when you've got a six-shooter and he hasn't,

Starting point is 03:16:50 not after he has just been wounded by another gunman he cleaned up with his bare hands. You and your friends are looking for things too easy. Easy hell. I'll fight you and him both with or without guns, any time, any place. Doble backed away till his figure grew vague in the darkness. Came the crack of a revolver. A bullet tore a splinter from the wall of the shack in front of which Dave was standing. A jeering laugh floated to the two men carried on the light night breeze. Bob whipped out his revolver, but he did not fire. He and his friend slipped quietly to the far end of the house and found shelter around the corner. Ain't that like Doug the damn double-crosser? whispered Bob. I reckon he didn't try awful hard to hit you.

Starting point is 03:17:38 you just sent his compliments kind of casual to show goodwill. I reckon he didn't try very hard to miss me either, said Dave dryly. The bullet came within a foot of my head. He's one bad citizen if you asked me, admitted Hart without reluctance. Know how he came to break with the old man? He had the nerve to start bowing Miss Joyce. She wouldn't have it a minute. He stayed right with it, tried to ride over her.

Starting point is 03:18:07 Crawford took a hand. and kicked him out. Since then, Doug has been one bitter enemy of the old man. Then Crawford had better look out. If Doble isn't a killer, I've never met one. I've got a full notion that he ain't aiming to kill him, that maybe he wants to help steal him and bust him out so he can turn the screws on him and get Miss Joyce. Doug must have been making money fast in Brad's company. He's on the inside. Dave made no comment. I expect you was some surprise when I told Doug who was roosting on the step so close to him, Hart went on. Well, I had a reason. He was due to find out anyhow in about a minute, so I thought I let him know we wasn't trying to keep him from knowing who his neighbor was,

Starting point is 03:18:54 also that I was good and ready for him if he got red-haded like Miller done. I understood Bob, said his friend quietly. End of Chapter 18 Chapter 19 of Gunside Pass How Oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McLeod rain. This Libravox recording is in the public domain. An involuntary bath Jackpot No. 3 hooked its tools the second day after Sanders' visit to that location.

Starting point is 03:19:30 A few hours later, its engine was thumping merrily and the cable rising and falling monotonously in the casing. On the afternoon of the third day, Bob Hart rode up to the Wildcat well where Dave was building a sump hole with a gang of Mexicans. He drew Sanders to one side. Trouble tonight, Dave looks like, at jackpot number three. We're in a layer of soft shale just above the oil barren sand. Soon we'll know where we're at. Word has reached me that doble means to rush the night tower and wreck the engine.

Starting point is 03:20:01 You'll stand his crowd off? You're whistling. sure your information is right? It's correct, Bob added after a momentary hesitation. We got a spy in his camp. Sanders did not ask whether the affair was to be a pitched battle. He waited sure that Bob would tell him when he was ready. That young man came to the subject indirectly.

Starting point is 03:20:25 How's your shoulder, Dave? Doesn't trouble me any unless something is slammed against it. Interfere with you using a six-shooter? No. "'Like to take a ride with me over to the jackpot? "'Yes. Good enough. I want you to look the ground over with me. "'Looks now as if it had come to fireworks, "'but we don't want any Fourth of July stuff if we can help it, can we?

Starting point is 03:20:49 "'That's the point. At the jackpot, the friends walked over the grounds together, "'back of the location and to the west of it, "'and a royo ran from a canyon above. "'Follow it down, and it'll take you right into the location "'where Steelman's drilling,' explained. Bob. Doug's going to lead his gang up the arroyo to the mesquite here, sneak down on us and take our camp with a rush. At least that's what he aims to do. You can't always tell, as the fellow says. What's up above? A dam. Steelman owns the ground up there. He's got several acres of water

Starting point is 03:21:23 backed up there for irrigation purposes. Let's go up and look it over. Bob showed a mild surprise. Why, yes, if you want to take some exercise. This is a very. This is a very good. This is a little bit of my busy day, but Sanders ignored the hint. He led the way up a stiff trail that took them to the mouth of the canyon. Across the face of this, a dam stretched. They climbed to the top of it. The water rose to within about six feet from the rim of the curved wall. Some view, commented Bob with a grin looking across the plains that spread fan-like from the mouth of the gorge. But I ain't much interested and scenery today somehow. When were you expecting to shoot the well, Bob?

Starting point is 03:22:05 Sometime tomorrow, don't know just when, why. Got the nitro here yet? Brought it up this morning myself. How much? Twelve quarts. Any dynamite in camp? Yes, a dozen sticks, maybe. And three gallons of nitro, you say.

Starting point is 03:22:23 Yep, that's enough to do the job, Sandra said, as though talking aloud to himself. Yep, that's what we use. usually use? I'm speaking of another job. Let's get down from here. We might be seen. They couldn't hit us from the steelman location too far, said Bob, and I don't reckon anyone would try to do that. No, but they might get to wondering what we're doing up here. I'm wondering that myself, drawled heart. Most generally, when I take a pass here, it's on the back of a bronc. I ain't one of them that believes the good Lord made human legs to be walked on, not so long as any broomtails

Starting point is 03:23:00 or left to straddle. Screened by the heavy mesquite below, Sanders unfolded his proposed plan of operations. Bob listened, and as Dave talked, there came into heart's eyes dancing imps of devilry. He gave a subdued whoop of delight, slapped his dusty white hat on his thigh, and vented his enthusiasm in murmurs of admiring profanity.

Starting point is 03:23:23 It may not work out, suggested his friend, but if your information is correct, then they come up the Arroyo. It's correct. enough, let me ask you a question. If you was attacking us, wouldn't you come that way? Yes. Sure, it's a logical way. Doug figures to capture our camp without firing a shot, and he'd a done it, too, if we hadn't had warning. Sanders frowned, his mind busy over the plan. It ought to work unless something upsets it, he said. Sure it will, you darn old fox, I never did

Starting point is 03:23:55 see your beat. Say, if we pull this off right, Doug's going to pretty nice. be laughed out of the county. Keep it quiet. Only three of us need to know it. You stay at the well to keep Doble's gang back if we slip up. I'll give the signal and the third man will fire the fuse. Buck Byington will be here pretty soon. I'll get him to set off the Fourth of July celebration.

Starting point is 03:24:18 He's a regular clam. Won't ever say a word about this. When you hear a go off, you better bring the men down on the jump. Byington came up the road half an hour later at a cowpuncher's jaw. He slid from the saddle and came forward-chewing tobacco. His impassive, leathery face expressed no emotion whatever. Carelessly and casually, he shook hands. How, Dave?

Starting point is 03:24:44 How, Buck, answered Sanders. The old puncher had always liked Dave Sanders. The boy had begun to work on the range as a protege of his. He had taught him how to read sign and how to throw a rope. They had ridden out a blizzard together, and the old-timer had cared to. for him like a father. The boy had repaid him with a warm, ingenuous affection, an engaging sweetness of outward respect. A certain fineness in the eager face had lingered as an inheritance from his

Starting point is 03:25:12 clean youth. No playful pup could have been more friendly. Now Buck shook hands with a grim-faced man, one a thousand years old and bitter experience. The eyes let no warmth escape. In the younger man's consciousness rose the memory of a hundred kindnesses flowing from buck to him. Yet he could not let himself go. It was as though the prison chill had encased his heart in ice, which held his impulses fast. After dusk had fallen, they made their preparations. The three men slipped away from the bunkhouse into the chaparral. Bob carried a bulging gunny sack, Dave a lantern, a pick, a drill, and a hammer. None of them talked till they had reached the entrance to the canyon.

Starting point is 03:25:58 We better get busy before it's too dark, Bob said. We pick this spot, Buck, suit you? Byington had been a hard rock Colorado miner in his youth. He examined the dam and came back to the place chosen. After taking off his coat, he picked up the hammer. Let's start, the sooner the quicker. Dave soaked the gunny sack in water and folded it over the top of the drill to deaden the sound.

Starting point is 03:26:23 Buck wielded the hammer and Bob held the drill. drill. After it grew dark, they worked by the light of the lantern. Dave and Bob relieved Buck at the hammer. They drilled two holes, put in the dynamite charges, tamp them down, and filled in again the holes. The nitroglycerin, too, was prepared and set for explosion. Heart straightened stiffly and looked at his watch. Time to move back to camp, Dave. Business may be getting brisk soon now. Maybe Doug may get in a hurry and start things earlier than he intended. "'Don't miss my signal, Buck, two shots, one right after the other,' said Dave. "'I'll promise you to send back two shots a heap louder. You sure won't miss him,' answered Buck with a grin.

Starting point is 03:27:08 The younger men left him at the dam and went back down the trail to their camp. "'No report yet from the lads watching the Arroyo. I expect Doug's waiting until he thinks we're all asleep except the night tower,' whispered the man who had been left in charge by heart. Dave, you better relieve the boys at the Arroyo, suggested Bob. Fireworks soon now, expect. Sanders crept through the heavy chaperile to the live oaks above the arroyo, snaking his way among cactus and mesquite over the sand. A watcher jumped up at his approach.

Starting point is 03:27:40 Dave raised his hand and moved it above his head from right to left. The guard disappeared in the darkness toward the jackpot. Presently his companion followed him. Dave was left alone. It seemed to him that the multitudinous small voices of the night had never been more active. A faint trickle of water came up from the bed of the stream. He knew this was caused by leakage from the reservoir in the gulch. A tiny rustle stirred the dry grass close to his hand.

Starting point is 03:28:09 His peering into the thick brush did not avail to tell him what form of animal life was palpitating there. Far away, a mockingbird throbbed out a note or two, grew quiet, and again became tuned-fell. clamorous. A night owl hooded. The sound of a soft footfall rolling a pebble brought him to taught alertness. Eyes and ears became automatic detectives keyed to finest service. A twig snapped in the arroyo. Indistinctly, movements of blurred masses were visible. The figure of a man detached itself from the gloom and crept along the sandy wash. A second and a third took shape. The dry bed became filled with vague motion. Sanders waited no longer. He crawled back from the lip of the ravine a dozen yards, drew his revolver, and fired twice. His guess had been that the attacking party,

Starting point is 03:29:04 startled at the shots, would hesitate and draw together for a whispered conference. This was exactly what occurred. An explosion tore to shreds the stillness of the night. Before the first had died away, a second one boomed out. Dave heard a shout. of falling rock and concrete. He heard, too, a roar growing every moment in volume. It swept down the wall gorge like a railroad train, making up lost time. Sanders stepped forward. The gully, lately a wash of dry sand and baked adobe, was full of a fury of Russian water. Above the noise of it, he caught the echo of a despairing scream. Swiftly he ran, dodging among the catclaw and prickly pear like a half-back carrying the ball through a broken field.

Starting point is 03:29:53 His objective was a place where the arroyo opened to a draw. At this precise spot, Steelman had located his Derek. The tower no longer tapered gauntly to the sky. The rush of waters released from the dam had swept it from its foundation, torn apart the timbers, and scattered them far and wide. With it had gone the wheel, dragging from the casing the cable. The string of tools jerked from it. their socket, probably lay at the bottom of the well two thousand feet down.

Starting point is 03:30:24 Dave heard a groan. He moved toward the sound. A man lay on a sand hummock, washed up by the tide. Badly hurt? asked Dave. I've been drowned entirely, swallowed by a flood and knocked Gally West for Sunday. I don't know yet, am I dead or not. Mither of Moses, what was it, hit us? The dam must have broke. Was the Mississippi corked up in the Dom Canyon? Bob bore down upon the scene at the head of the jackpot contingent. He gave a whoop at sight of the wrecked Derek an engine. Kinlan Wood and junk was his verdict. Where's Doug and his gang?

Starting point is 03:31:01 Dave relieved the half-drown man of his revolver. Here's one. The rest must be either in the arroyo or out in the draw. Scatter boys and find them. Look out for them if they're hurt. Collect their hardware first off. The water by this time had subsided, released from the walls of the arroyo it had spread over the desert.

Starting point is 03:31:21 The supply in the reservoir was probably exhausted for the stream no longer poured down in a torrent. Instead, it came in jets, weakly and with spent energy. Heart called. Come here and meet an old friend, Dave! Sanders made his way, ankle deep in water, to the spot from which that irrepressibly gay voice had come. He was still carrying the revolver he had taken from the Irishman. "'Meat Shorty, Dave. Don't mind his not rising to shake. He's just been rassling with a water spout, and he's some wore out.' The squat puncher glared at his tormentor.

Starting point is 03:31:57 "'I done bust my leg,' he said at last sullenly. He was wet to the skin. His lank black hair fell in front of his tough unshaven face. One hand nursed the lacerated leg, the other was hooked by a thumb into the band of his trousers. "'That worries us a heap, Shorty,' answered Hart callously. "'I'd say you got it coming to you.' The hand hitched in the trouser band moved slightly. Bob, aware too late of the man's intention, reached for his six-shooter. Something flew past him straight and hard. Shorty threw up his hands with a yelp and collapsed.

Starting point is 03:32:34 He had been struck in the head by a heavy revolver. "'Some throwing, Dave, much obliged,' said Hart. we'll disarm this bird and pack him back to the derrick. They did. Shorty almost wept with rage and pain and impotent malice. He cursed steadily and fluently. He might as well have saved his breath, for his captors paid not the least attention to his spleen.

Starting point is 03:32:59 Weak as a drowned rat, Doble came limping out of the ravine. He sat down on a timber very sick at the stomach from too much water swallowed in haste. After he had relieved himself, he looked up wanly and recognized Hart, who was searching him for a hidden six-shooter. Must have lost your forty-five while you was in swimming, Doug. Was the water good this evening?

Starting point is 03:33:22 I'll bet you and your lads pulled off a lot of fancy stunts when the water come down from Lador or wherever they had it corralled. Dancing imps of mischief lit the eyes of the ex-cow-puncher. Well, I'll bet that the boys in town get a great laugh at your comedy stuff. You certainly did a good turn. Oh, you sure earned your laugh. If Hatrig could have killed with a look, Bob would have been a dead man. You blew up the dam, charged Doble.

Starting point is 03:33:51 Me? Why, it ain't my damn. Didn't Brad give you your orders to open the sluces to make you a swimming hole? The searchers began to strangle in, bringing with them a sadly drenched and battered lot of gunmen. Not one but looked as though he had been through the war. An inventory of wounds showed a sprained ankle, a broken shoulder blade, a cut head, and various other minor wounds. Nearly every member of Dobel's army was exceedingly nauseated. The men sat down or leaned up against the wreckage of the plant and drooped wretchedly. There was not an ounce of fight left in any of them.

Starting point is 03:34:30 They musta blew the damn up, them shots we heard, one ventured without spirit. Who blew it up? demanded one of the jackpot men belligerently. If you say we did, you're a liar. He was speaking the truth so far as he knew. The man who had been through the waters did not take up the challenge. Officers in the army say that men will not fight on an empty stomach, and his was very empty.

Starting point is 03:34:57 I'll remember this heart, Doble said, and his face was the thing ill to look upon. The lips were drawn back so that his big teeth were bared like tusks. The eyes were yellow with malignity. You bet you. The boys will look after that, Doug, reported Bob lightly. Every time you hook your heel over the barrail at the gusher, you'll know they're laughing at you up their sleeves.

Starting point is 03:35:22 Sure, you'll remember it. Someday I'll make your whole damned outfit sorry for this, the big hook-nosed man threatened blackly. No living man can laugh at me and get away with it. I'm laughing at you, Doug. We all are. Wish you could see yourself as we see you. A little water takes a lot of tuck out of some men who are feeling real bigotty.

Starting point is 03:35:44 Byington at this moment sauntered into the assembly. He looked around in simulated surprise. Must be bath night over at y'all's camp, Doug. You look kind of drunken your own self, as you might say. Doble swore savagely. He pointed with a shaking finger at Sanders who was standing silently in the background. "'That's a man who's responsible for this. Think I don't know. That jailbird, that convict, that killer.' His voice trembled with fury. You'd never have thought of it in a thousand years, heart,

Starting point is 03:36:20 nor you buck, you old fad. Wait, that's what I said. Wait, it'll be me or him one day, soon too.' The paroled man said nothing, but no words could have been more effective than the silence of this lean, powerful man with a closed-clamped jaw whose hard eyes watched his enemy so steadily. He gave out an impression of great vitality and reserve force. Even these hired thugs, dull and unimaginative, though they were, understood that he was dangerous beyond most fighting men. A laugh snapped the tension. The jackpot engineer pointed to a figure emerging from the arroyo.

Starting point is 03:37:00 The man who came dejectedly into view was large and fat and dripping. He was weeping curses in trying to pick cactus burrs from his anatomy. Dismal groans punctuated his profanity. It stranded me right on top of a big prickly pear, he complained. I like never to a gaud off, and a million spines are sticking into me. Bob whooped. Look who's among us if it ain't our old friend, Ad Miller, the human pincushion. Seeing as he dropped in, we'll collect him right now

Starting point is 03:37:32 and find out if the sheriff ain't looking for him to take a trip. on the chute-choo cars. The fat convict looked to doble in vain for help. His friend was staring at the ground sourly in a huge disgust at life and all that it contained. Miller limped painfully to the jackpot in front of heart. Two days later, he took the train back to the penitentiary. Emerson Crawford made it a point to see that. End of Chapter 19.

Starting point is 03:38:07 Chapter 20 of Gunside Pass, how oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McLeod rain. This Liebervox recording is in the public domain. The little mother frees her mind. If someone had made Emerson Crawford a present of a carload of Hurford's, he would not have been more pleased than he was at the result of the Jackpot Cruise night adventure with the Steelman forces. The news came to him at an opportune moment,

Starting point is 03:38:35 for he had just been served notice by the president of the Malapie First National Bighton, that Crawford must prepare to meet at once a call note for $10,000. A few hours earlier in the day, the cattleman had heard it rumored that Steelman had just bought a controlling interest in the bank. He did not need a lawyer to tell him that the second fact was responsible for the first. In fact, the banker, personally friendly to Crawford, had as good as told him so. Bob rode in with the story of the fracas and time to cheer the drooping spirit of his employer. Emerson walked up and down the parlor, waving his cigar, while Joyce laughed at him. "'Dogall my skin if that don't beat my time. I'm setting aside five thousand shares in the jackpot

Starting point is 03:39:23 for Dave Sanders right now. Smartest trick I ever did see!' The justice of the jackpot's vengeance on its rival and the completeness of it came home to him as he strode the carpet. He not only saves my property without having to fight for it, and that was a blame good play itself, for I don't want you boys shooting up anybody even in self-defense. But he disarms Brad's plug-uglies, humiliates them, makes him plumb sick of the job, and at the same time wipes out Steelman's location, lock, stock, and barrel. I'll make that 10,000 shares by gum. That boy's sure some stem winder. He uses his head. He uses his head. head, admitted Bob, admiringly.

Starting point is 03:40:09 I give up my best pup to have been there, said the cattleman regretfully. It was some show, drawled the younger man. Drown rats was what they reminded me of. Couldn't get a rise out of any of them, said Doug. That man's dangerous, if you ask me. He's crazy mad at all of us, but most at Dave. Will he hurt him? asked Joyce quickly. Can't tell.

Starting point is 03:40:35 He'll try. that's a cinch. The dark brown eyes of the girl brooded. That's not fair. We can't let him run into more danger for us, Dad. He's had enough trouble already. We must do something. Can't you send him to the Spring Valley Ranch? Meaning Doug Dobel, asked Bob. She flashed a look of half-smiling, half-tender reproach at him. You know who I mean, Bob, and I'm not going to have him put in danger on our account, she added with naive dogmatism. Joy's right. She's sure right, admitted Crawford.

Starting point is 03:41:11 Maybe so, Hart fell into his humorous draw. How do you aim to get him to Spring Valley? You're going to have him hog-tied and shipped his freight? I'll talk to him. I'll tell him he must go. The resolute little face was aglow and eager. It's time Malappi was civilized. We mustn't give these bad men provocations.

Starting point is 03:41:32 it's better to avoid them. Yes, admitted Bob dryly. Well, you tell all that to Dave. Maybe he's the kind of lad that'll pick up and light out because he's afraid of Doug Doblin's outfit. Then again, maybe he ain't. Crawford shook his head. He was a game man himself.

Starting point is 03:41:53 He would go through when the call came and he knew quite well that Sanders would do the same. Nor would any specious plea sidetrack him. At the same time, there was substantial justice in the contention of his daughter. Dave had no business getting mixed up in this row. The fact that he was an ex-convict would be in itself a damning thing in case the courts ever had to pass upon the feud's results. The conviction on the records against him would make a second conviction very much easier.

Starting point is 03:42:24 You're right, Bob. Dave won't let Doug's crowd run him out. But you keep an eye on them. Don't let him go out alone nights. See, he packs a gun. Packs a gun! Joyce was sitting in a rocking chair under the glow of the lamp. She was darning one of Keith's stockings,

Starting point is 03:42:42 and to the young man watching her, so holy winsome girl, so much tender but business-like little mother, she was the last word in the desirability of woman. That's the very way to find trouble, Dad. He's been doing his best to keep out of it. He can't if he stays here, so he must go away. That's all there is to it. Her father laughed.

Starting point is 03:43:06 Ain't it scandalous the way she bosses us all around, Bob? The face of the girl sparkled to a humorous challenge. Well, someone's got to boss you all boys, Dad. If you do as I say, you wouldn't have any trouble with that old steelman or his gunman. Well, we wouldn't have any oil wells either, would we, honey? They're not worth having if you and Dave Sanders and Bob have to live in danger all the time, she flashed. Glad you look at it that way, Joy, Emerson retorted with a rueful smile. Fact is, we ain't going to have any more oil wells than a jack rabbit pretty soon. I'm at the end of my rope right now.

Starting point is 03:43:45 The First National promised me another loan on the Arizona ranch, but Brad has got a hold of it and he's called in my last loan. I'm not quitting. I'll put up a fight yet, but unless things break for me, I'm about done. Oh, Dad! Her impulse of sympathy carried Joyce straight to him. Soft, rounded arms went around his neck with impassioned tenderness. I didn't dream it was as bad as that. You've been worrying all this time and you never let me know.

Starting point is 03:44:16 He stroked her hair fondly. You're the blamest little mother I ever did see. Always was. Now don't you fret. It'll work out somehow. Things do. End of Chapter 20 Chapter 21 of Gunside Pass,

Starting point is 03:44:40 How Oil Came to the Cattle Country and brought a new west by William McLeod rain. This Libravox recording is in the public domain. The Hold Up To Sanders, working on afternoon tower at jackpot number three, the lean, tan, driller in charge of operations, was wise with an uncanny knowledge the newcomer could not fathom. For eight hours at a stretch, he stood on the point. platform and watched a greasy cable go slipping into the earth. Every quiver of it, every motion of

Starting point is 03:45:11 the big walking beam, every kick of the engine told him what was taken place down that narrow pipe two thousand feet below the surface. He knew when the tools were in clay and had become gummed up. He could tell just when the drill had cut into hard rock at an acute angle and was running out of the perpendicular to follow the softer stratum. His judgment appeared infallible as to whether he ought to send down a reamer to straighten the kink. All Dave knew was that a string of tools far underground was jerking up and down monotonously. This spelt romance to Jed Burns' superintendent of operations,

Starting point is 03:45:50 though he would never have admitted it. He was a bachelor, always would be one, hard-working, hard-drinking, at odd times a plunging gambler. He lived for nothing but oil in the atmosphere of oil fields. From one boom to another he drifted, as inevitably as the gamblers, grafters, and organizers of fake companies. Several times he had made fortunes, but it was impossible for him to stay rich. He was always ready to back a drilling proposition that looked promising,

Starting point is 03:46:22 and no independent speculator can continue to Wildcat without going broke. He was sifting sand through his fingers when Dave came on Tower the day after the flood, To Bob Hart, present as Crawford's personal representative, he expressed an opinion. Right soon now or never, sand taste, feels, looks, and smells like oil. But you can't ever be sure. An oil prospect is like a woman. She will or she won't. You never can tell which.

Starting point is 03:46:52 Then if she does, she's liable to change her mind. Dave sniffed the pleasing, pungent odor of the crude oil sands. his friend had told him that Crawford's fate hung in the balance, unless oil flowed very soon in paying quantities, he was a ruined man. The control of the jackpot properties would probably pass into the hands of steelmen. The cattlemen would even lose the ranches, which had been the substantial basis of his earlier prosperity.

Starting point is 03:47:21 Everybody working on the jackpot felt the excitement as the drill began to sink into the oil-bearing sands. Most of the men owned stock in the company, Moreover, they were getting a bonus for their services and had been promised an extra one if number three struck oil and paying quantities before Steelman's crew did. Even to an outsider, there is a fascination in an oil well. It is as absorbing to the drillers as a girl's mind is to her hopeful lover. Dave found it impossible to escape the contagion of this. Moreover, he had 10,000 shares in the jackpot, stock turned over to him out of the treasury supply by the Board of Directors in recognition of services which they did not care to specify in the resolution which authorized the transfer. At first, he had refused to accept this,

Starting point is 03:48:13 but Bob Hart had put the matter to him in such a light that he changed his mind. The oil business pays big for expert advice, no matter whether it's legal or technical. What you did was worth fifty times what the Board voted you. If we make a big strike, you've saved the company. If we don't, the stock's not worth a plug-nickel anyhow. You've earned what we've voted you. Hang on to it, Dave. Dave had thanked the board and put the stock in his pocket. Now he felt himself drawn into the drama represented by the thumping engine which continued day and night. After his shift was over, he rode to town with Bob behind his team of wild broncos. Got to look for an engineer for the night tower, Hart explained as he drew up in front of the

Starting point is 03:48:58 gusher saloon. Come in with me. It's some gambling hell if you ask me. The place hummed with a turbulent life that drifts to every wild frontier on the boom. Farrow dealers from the Klondike, poker dealers from Nome, roulette croupiers from Leadville were all here to reap the rich harvest to be made from investors, field workers, and operators. Smooth grafters with stock and worthless companies for sale circulated in and out with blueprints and whispered inside information. The men who were ranged in front of the bar, behind which half a dozen attendants in wide aprons busily waited on their wants, usually talked oil and nothing but oil. Today they had another theme, the same subject, engrossed the group scattered here and there

Starting point is 03:49:46 throughout the large hall. In the rear of the room were the Faroe layouts, the roulette wheels, and the poker players. Around each of these, the shifting crowd surged. Mexicans, Chinese, knees, and even Indians, brushed shoulders with white men of many sorts and conditions. The white-faced professional gambler was in evidence, winning the money of big brown men in miners' boots and corduroys. The bedding was wild and extravagant, for the spirit of the speculator had carried away the cool judgment of most of these men. They had seen a barber become a millionaire in a day, because the company in which he had plunged had struck a gusher. They had seen the same man borrow $5 three months later to carry him over until he got a job.

Starting point is 03:50:33 Riches were pouring out of the ground for the gambler who would take a chance. Thrift was a much discredited virtue in Malapy. The one unforgivable vice was to be a piker. Bob found his man at a farrow table. While the cards were being shuffled, he engaged him to come out next evening to the jackpot properties. As soon as the dealer began to slide the cards out of the case, the attention of the engineer went back to his bets. While Dave was standing close to the wall,

Starting point is 03:51:04 ready to leave as soon as Bob returned to him, he caught sight of an old acquaintance. Steve Russell was playing stud poker at a table a few feet from him. The cow-puncher looked up and waved his hand. See you in a minute, Dave, he called, and as soon as the pot had been won, he said to the man shuffling the cards, deal me out this hand.

Starting point is 03:51:26 He rose stepped across to Sanders and shook hands with a strong grip. You darned old son of a gun! I'm sure glad to see you. Heard you was back. Say, you've certainly been going some. Suits me I never did like either Doug or Miller a whole lot. Doug's one sure enough bad man and Miller's a tin horn would be. What you did to both of them was a plenty.

Starting point is 03:51:50 But keep your eye peeled, old timer. Miller's where he belongs again, but Doug's still on the range, and you can bet he's seeing red these days. He'll gun you if he gets half a chance. Yes, said Dave evenly. You don't figure to let yourself get caught again without a six-shooter. Steve put this statement with the rising inflection. No.

Starting point is 03:52:13 That's right. Don't let him get the drop on you. He's sudden death with a gun. Bob joined him. After a moment's conversation, Russell drew them to a corner of the room that for the moment was almost deserted. Say, you heard the news, Bob? I could tell you that better after I know what it is, returned Hart with a grin.

Starting point is 03:52:34 The stage was held up at Cottonwood Bend and robbed a $17,000. The driver was killed. When? This morning, they tried to keep it quiet, but it leaked out. Whose money was it? Brad Steelman's payroll and a shipment of gold for the bank. Any idea who did it? Steve showed embarrassment. Why, no, I ain't, if that's what you mean.

Starting point is 03:52:59 Well, anybody else? That's what I want to tell you. Two men were in the job. They're whispering that M. Crawford was one. Crawford? Some of Steelman's fine work in that rumor, I bet. He's crazy if he thinks he can get away with that. That's plumb foolish talk. What evidence does he claim? demanded Hart. M deposited 10,000 with the first national to pay off a note he owed the bank, rode into town right straight to the bank two hours after the stage got in. Then, too, seems one of the hold-ups called the other one Crawford. A plant, Dave said promptly.

Starting point is 03:53:36 Looks like, Bob's voice was rich with sarcasm. I don't reckon the other one rose up his hind legs and said, I'm Bob Hart, did he? They claim the second man was Dave here. Hmm, what time you say this hold-up took place? Must have been about 11. Let's Dave out. He was 15 miles away, and we can prove it by at least six witnesses.

Starting point is 03:54:01 Good. I reckon Em can put in an alibi, too. I'll bet he can, Hart promised this with conviction. Trouble is they say they've got witnesses to show M was traveling toward the bend half an hour before the holdup. Art Johnson and Clem Purdy met him while they was on their way to town. Was Crawford alone? He was then, yep. Anyone might have been there. You might. I might. I don't prove a thing. Hell, I know M. Crawford's not mixed up in any hold up, let alone damn cowardly murder. You don't need to tell me that. Point is that evidence is piling up. Where did M get the

Starting point is 03:54:38 $10,000 to pay the bank? Two days ago he was trying to increase the loan the first national had made him. Dave spoke. I don't know where he got it, but unless he's a, born fool and nobody ever claimed that of Crawford. He wouldn't take the money straight to the bank after he had held up the stage and killed the driver. That's a strong point in his favor. If he can show where he got the 10,000, amended Russell, and of course he can. And where he spent that two hours after the holdup before he came to town, that'll have to be explained too, said Bob. Oh, and he'll be able to explain that all right, decided Steve cheerfully. Where's Crawford now? asked Dave. He hasn't been arrested, has he? Not yet, but he's being watched.

Starting point is 03:55:25 Soon as he showed up at the bank, the sheriff asked to look at a six-shooter. Two cartridges had been fired. One of the passengers on the stage told me two shots was fired from a six-gun by the boss hold-up. The second one killed old Tim Harrigan. Did they accuse Crawford of the killing? Not directly. He was asked to explain. I ain't heard what his story was. We better go to his house and talk with him, suggested Hart. Maybe he can give us as good an alibi as you, Dave. You and I will go straight there, decided Sanders. Steve, get three saddled horses. We'll ride out to the bend and see what we can learn on the ground. I'll cash my chips, get the Bronx, and meet you lads at Crawford, said Russell promptly. End of Chapter 22 of Gunside Pass,

Starting point is 03:56:18 how oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McLeod Rain. This This Libravox recording is in the public domain. Number three comes in. Joyce opened the door to the knock of the young men. At sight of them, her face lit. Oh, I'm so glad you've come, she cried, tears in her voice. She caught her hands together in a convulsive little gesture. Isn't it dreadful?

Starting point is 03:56:44 I've been afraid all the time that something awful would happen, and now it has. Don't you worry, Miss Joyce, Bob told her cheerfully. We ain't going to let anything happen to your paw. We aim to get busy right away and run this thing down. Looks like a frame-up. If it is, you bet you we'll get at the truth. Will you? Can you? She turned to Dave in appeal.

Starting point is 03:57:08 Eyes star-like in a face that was a white and shining oval in the semi-darkness. We'll try, he said simply. Something in the way he said it, in the quiet reticence of his promise, sent courage flowing to her heart. She had called on him once before, and he had answered splendidly and recklessly. "'Where's Mr. Crawford?' asked Bob. "'He's in the sitting-room. Come right in.' Her father was sitting in a big chair, one leg thrown carelessly over the arm.

Starting point is 03:57:41 He was smoking a cigar composedly. "'Come in, boys,' he called. "'Reckin you've heard that I'm a stage rustler and a murderer.' Joyce cried out at this, the wide mobile mass. mouth, trembling. Just now, at the gusher, said Bob, they didn't arrest you? Not yet. They're watching the house. Sit down and I'll tell it to you. He had gone out to see a homesteader about doing some work for him. On the way, he had met Johnson and Purdy near the bend, just before he had turned up a draw leading to the place in the hills owned by the man whom he

Starting point is 03:58:16 wanted to see. Two hours had been spent riding to the little valley where the Nestor had built his corrals in his log house, and when Crawford arrived, neither he nor his wife was at home. He returned to the road without having met a soul since he had left it, and from there jogged on back to town. On the way he had fired twice at a rattlesnake. You never reached the bend then at all, said Dave. No, but I can't prove I didn't, the old cattleman looked at the end of his cigar thoughtfully. Nor can't I prove I went out to Dick Green's place in that three-four hours not accounted for. Anyhow, you can show where you've got the $10,000 you paid the bank, said Bob, hopefully.

Starting point is 03:59:03 A moment of silence. Then Crawford spoke. No, son, I can't tell that either. Faint and breathless with suspense, Joyce looked at her father with dilated eyes. Why not? because the money was loaned to me on those conditions. But, but don't you see, Dad? If you don't tell that, they'll think I'm guilty.

Starting point is 03:59:28 Well, I reckon they'll have to think it, Joy. Steady gray eyes look straight into the brown ones of the girl. I've been in this country boy and man for most 50 years. Anyone that's willing to think me a cold-blooded murderer at this date, why, he's welcome to hold any opinion he pleases. I don't give a damn what he thinks. But we've got to prove. No, we haven't.

Starting point is 03:59:53 They've got to do the proving. The law holds me innocent till I'm found guilty. But you don't aim to keep still and let a lot of miscreants blacking your good name, suggested Hart. You bet I don't, Bob, but I reckon I'll not break my word to a friend either, especially under the circumstances this money was loaned. He'll release you when he understands, cried Joyce. Don't bank on that, honey, Crawford said slowly. You ain't to mention this.

Starting point is 04:00:22 I'm telling you three private. He can't come out and tell that he lent me have the money. Understand? You don't any of you know a thing about how I come by that $10,000. I refuse to answer questions about that money. That's my business. Oh, but Dad, you can't do that. You'll have to give an explanation.

Starting point is 04:00:43 You'll have to... The best explanation I can give joy, is to find out who held up the stage and killed Tim Harrigan. It's the only one that'll satisfy me. It's the only one that will satisfy my friends. That's true, said Sanders. Steve Russell's bringing hosses, said Bob. We'll ride out to the bend tonight

Starting point is 04:01:04 and be ready for business there at the first streak of light. Must be some trail left by the hold-ups. Crawford shook his head. Probably not. Applegate had a posse out there right away. Hey, you know Applegate. He'd blunder if he had a chance. His boys have milled all over the place and destroyed any trail that was left. We'll go out anyhow, Dave and Steve and I.

Starting point is 04:01:29 Won't do any harm. We're liable to discover something, don't you reckon? Maybe so. Who's that knocking on the door, Joy? Someone was rapping on the front door imperatively. The girl opened it to let into the hall a man in greasy overalls. Where's Mr. Crawford? demanded excitedly. Here in the sitting room, what's wrong? Wrong, not a thing.

Starting point is 04:01:52 He talked as he followed Joyce to the door of the room. Except that number three's come in the biggest gusher I ever see. She's knocked the whole superstructure galley, Wes, and she's rip-raring to beat the Dutch. Emerson Crawford leaped to his feet, for once visibly excited. What? he demanded. What's that? Just like I say, the oil's spouting up a hundred feet like a fan,

Starting point is 04:02:16 Man, before morning the sump holes will be full and she'll be running all over the prairie. Burns sent you? Yep. Says for you to get men and teams and scrapers and gunny sacks and heavy timbers out there right away. Many as you can sand. Crawford turned to Bob, his face aglow. Your job, Bob. Spread the news.

Starting point is 04:02:36 Russell up everybody you can get. Arrange with the railroad-grade contractor to let us have all his men, teams and scrapers till we get her hog-tied and harnessed. big wages and we'll feed the whole outfit free. Hire anybody you can find. Buy a couple of hundred shovels and send him out to number three. Get Robinson to move his tent restaurant out there. Hart nodded.

Starting point is 04:02:59 What about this job at the band? he asked in a low voice. Dave and I'll tend to that. You hump on the jackpot job. Sons, we're rich, all three of us. Point is, keep from losing that crude on the prairie. Keep three shifts go. going till she's under control. We can't do anything at the bend till morning, said Dave.

Starting point is 04:03:21 We better put the night in helping Bob. Sure, we've got to get all Malapie busy. A dozen businessmen have got to come down and open up their stores so as we can get supplies, agreed Emerson. Joyce, her face flushed and eager, broke in. Ring the fire bell. That's the quickest way. Sure enough, you've got a hate on your shoulders. Dave, you attend to that.

Starting point is 04:03:44 Bob hit the dust for the big saloons and gather men. I'll see O'Connor about the railroad outfit. Then I'll come down to the firehouse and talk to the crowd. We'll wake this old town up tonight, sons. What about me? asked the messenger. You go back and tell Jed to hold the fort till Harton his material arrives. Outside, they met Russell riding down the road, two saddled horses following. With a word of explanation, they helped themselves to his mounts while he,

Starting point is 04:04:14 stared after them in surprise. I'll be doggone if they all ain't three gents in a hurry, he murmured to the breezes of the night. Well, seeing as I've been held up, I reckon I'll have to walk back while the horse thieves ride. Five minutes later, the firebell clanged out its call to Malapy. From roadside tent and gambling hall, from houses and campfires,

Starting point is 04:04:38 men and women poured into the streets. For Malapy was a shell town, tightly packed and in inflammable, likely to go up in smoke whenever a fire should get beyond control of the volunteer company. Almost in less time than it takes to tell it, the square was packed with hundreds of lightly clad people and other hundreds just emerging from the nightlife of the place. The clangor of the bell died away, but the firemen did not run out the hose and bucket cart. The man tugging the rope had told them why he was summoning the citizens. Someone's got to go out and explain to the crowd, said the fire chief to Dave.

Starting point is 04:05:16 If you know about this strike, you'll have to tell the boys. Crawford said he'd talk, answered Sanders. He ain't here, it's up to you. Go ahead. Just tell him why you rang the bell. Dave found himself pushed forward to the steps of the courthouse a few yards away. He had never before attempted to speak in public, and he had a queer, dry tightening of the throat.

Starting point is 04:05:40 But as soon as he began to talk, the words he wanted came easily enough. Jackpot number three has come in a big gusher, he said, lifting his voice so that it would carry to the edge of the crowd. Hundreds of men in the crowd owned stock in the jackpot properties. At Dave's words, a roar went up into the night. Men shouted, danced, or merrily smiled, according to their temperament. Presently, the thirst for news dominated the enthusiasm. Gradually the uproar was stilled. Again Dave's voice rang out, clear as the bell he had been tolling. The report is that it's one of the biggest strikes ever known in the state. The Derek has

Starting point is 04:06:22 been knocked a pieces and the oil shooting into the air a hundred feet. A second great shout drowned his words. This was an oil crowd. It dreamed oil, talked oil, thought oil, prayed for oil. A stranger in the town was likely to feel at first that the place was oil-mad. What else can be said of a town with Derricks built through its front porches, and even the graveyard leased to a drilling company? The sump holes are filling, went on Sanders. Soon the oil will be running to waste on the prairie. We need men, teams, tools, wagons, hundreds of slickers, tents, beds, grub.

Starting point is 04:07:01 The wages will be one fifty a day more than the run of wages in the camp, until the emergency has been met, and Emerson Crawford will board all the volunteers who come out to dig. The speaker was lost again, this time in a buzz of voices of excited men, but out of the hubbub Dave's shout became heard. All the owners of teams and tools, all the dealers in hardware and groceries are asked

Starting point is 04:07:26 to step to the right-hand side of the crowd for a talk with Mr. Crawford. Men willing to work till the gusher is under control, please meet Bob Hart in front of the firehouse. I'll see any cooks and restaurant man alive to a chance to make money fast. Right here at the steps. Good medicine, son, boomed Emerson Crawford, slapping him on the shoulder. Didn't know you as an orator, but you sure got this crowd going. Bob here yet?

Starting point is 04:07:54 Yes, I saw him a minute ago in the crowd. Sorry I had to make promises for you, but the fire chief wouldn't let me keep the crowd waiting. Someone had to talk. "'Suits me. I'll run you for Congress one of these days. "'Then, I'll send the grocery man over to you. "'Tell them to get the grub out tonight. "'If the restaurant man don't buy it, I'll run my own Chuck Wagon outfit. "'See you later, Dave.'

Starting point is 04:08:20 "'For the next 24 hours, there was no night in Malapie. "'Streets were filled with shoutings, hurried footfalls, "'the creaking of wagons, and the thud of galloping horses. "'Stores were lit up and filled with... buyers. For once, the gusher and the oil pool and other resorts held small attractions for the crowds. The town was moving out to see the big new discovery that was to revolutionize its fortunes with the opening of a new and tremendously rich field. Every ancient rig available was pressed into service to haul men or supplies out to the jackpot location. Scarcely a minute passed after the

Starting point is 04:08:59 time that the first team took the road without a loaded wagon packed to the, the sideboards moving along the dusty road into the darkness of the desert. Three travelers on horseback rode in the opposite direction. Their destination was Cottonwood Bend. Two of them were Emerson Crawford and David Sanders. The third was an oil prospector who had been a passenger on the stage when it was robbed. End of Chapter 22. Chapter 23 of Gunside Pass, how oil came to the cattle country and brought a new West by William McLeod Rain. This Libravox recordings in the public domain.

Starting point is 04:09:45 The gusher. Jackpot number three had come in with a roar that shook the earth for half a mile. Deep below the surface, there was a hiss and a crackle, the shock of rendering strata given way to the pressure of the oil pool. From long experience as a driller, Jed Burns knew what was coming. He swept his crew back from the platform, and none too soon to escape disaster. They were still flying across the prairie when the crown box catapulted into the sky, and the whole drilling superstructure toppled over.

Starting point is 04:10:20 Rocks, clay, and sand were hurled into the air to come down in a shower that bombarded everything within a radius of several hundred yards. The landscape next moment was drenched in black petroleum. The fine particles of it filling. the air, sprayed the cactus and the greasewood. Rivalets of the viscid stuff began to gather in depressions and to flow and gather in volume, as tributaries joined the stream into the sump holes prepared for it. The pungent odor of crude oil, as well as the touch and the taste of it, penetrated the

Starting point is 04:10:54 atmosphere. Burns counted noses and discovered that one of his crew had been injured by falling rocks or beams. He knew that his men could not possibly cope with this geyser or, on a spree. It was a big strike, the biggest in the history of the district, and to control the flow of the gusher would necessitate tremendous efforts on a wholesale plan. One of his men he sent into Malapie on horseback with a hurry-up call to Emerson Crawford, president of the company, for tools, machinery, men, and teams. The others, he put to salvaging the engine and accessories and to throwing up an earth dike around the sump hole as a barrier against the escaping

Starting point is 04:11:35 crude. All through the night, he fought impotently against this giant that had burst loose from its prison two thousand feet below the surface of the earth. With the first faint streaks a day, men came galloping across the desert to the jackpot. They came at first on horseback, singly, and later by twos and threes. A buckboard appeared on the horizon, the driver leaning forward as he urged on his team. Hart, decided the driller, and come in hell for leather. Other teams followed,

Starting point is 04:12:09 buggies, surries, light wagons, farm wagons, and at last heavy-laden lumber wagons. Business in Malapie was shot to pieces, as one merchant expressed it. Everybody who could possibly get away was out to see the big gusher. There was an immediate stampede

Starting point is 04:12:28 to make locations in the territory adjacent, The Wildcatter flourished. Companies were formed in 10 minutes and the stock subscribed for in half an hour. From the boot black at the hotel to the banker, everybody wanted stock and every company drilling within a reasonable distance of jackpot number three. Many legitimate corporations appeared on the books of the Secretary of State, and along with these were scores of frauds intending only to gull a small investor and separate him from his money. Saloons in gambling houses, which did business with such childlike candor and stridency, became offices for the sale and exchange of stock. The boom at Malapy got its second wind. Workmen, investors, capitalists, and crooks poured in to take advantage of the inflation

Starting point is 04:13:17 brought about by the new strike in a hitherto unknown field. For the fame of Jackpot No. 3 had spread wide. The production guesses ranged all the, away from 10 to 50,000 barrels a day, most of which was still going to waste on the desert. For burns and heart had not yet gained control over the flow, though an army of men in overalls and slickers fought the gusher night and day. The flow never ceased for a moment. The well steadily spouted a stream of black liquid into the air from the subterranean chamber into which the underground lake poured. The attack had two objectives.

Starting point is 04:13:59 The first was to check the outrush of the oil. The second was to save the wealth emerging from the mouth of the well and streaming over the lip of the reservoir to the sandy desert. A crew of men divided into three shifts, worked with pick, shovel, and scraper to dig a second and a third sump hole. The dirt from the excavation was dumped at the edge of the working to build a dam for the fluid. Sacks filled with wet sand reinforced this dirt.

Starting point is 04:14:26 Meanwhile, the oil boiled up in the lake and flowed over its edges and streams. As soon as the second reservoir was ready, the tarry stuff was siphoned into it from the original sump hole. By the time this was full, a third pool was finished, and into it the overflow was diverted. But in spite of the great effort made to save the product of the gusher, the sands absorbed many thousands of dollars worth a petroleum. him. This end of the work was under the direction of Bob Hart. For ten days he did not take off his clothes. When he slept, it was in catnaps, an hour snatched now and again from the fight with the rising tide of wealth that threatened to engulf its owners. He was unshaven, unbathed, his clothes slimy with tar and grease. He ate on the job, coffee, beans, bacon, cornbread, whatever the

Starting point is 04:15:21 cook's flunkies brought him, and did not know what he did not know what he was. was eating. Gaunt and dominating with crisp decision and yet unfailing good humor, he bossed the gangs under him and led them into the fight, holding them at it till flesh and blood revolted with weariness. Of such stuff is the true outdoor westerner made. He may drop in his tracks from exhaustion after the emergency has been met, but so long as the call for action lasts, he will stick to the finish. At the other end, Jed Burns commanded, One after another, he tried all the devices he had known to succeed in capping or checking other gushers. The flow was so continuous and powerful that none of these were effective.

Starting point is 04:16:07 Some whales flowing jets. They hurl out the oil, die down like a geyser, and presently have another hemorrhage. Jackpot number three did not pulse as a cut artery does. Its output was steady as the flow of water in a pipe. The heavy timbers with which he tried to stop up the outlet were hurled aside like straws. He could not check the flow long enough to get control. On the evening of the tenth day, Burns put in the cork. He made elaborate preparations in advance and assigned his force to the posts where they were to work.

Starting point is 04:16:44 A string of eight-inch pipe sixty feet long was slid forward and dericked over the stream. Above this, a large number of steel rails. borrowed from the incoming road were lashed to the pipe to prevent it from snapping. The pipe had been fitted with valves of various sizes. After it had been fastened to the wells casing,

Starting point is 04:17:05 these were gradually reduced to check the flow without causing a blowout in the pipeline. Six hours later, a Metropolitan newspaper carried the headline. Big gusher harness after wild rampage. Jackpot number three at Malapy tamed. Long back

Starting point is 04:17:23 battle landed. End of chapter 23. Chapter 24 of Gunside Pass, how oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McLeod rain. This Liebervox recording is in the public domain. Shorty It was a surprise to Dave to discover that the horse Steve had got for him

Starting point is 04:17:49 was his own old favorite Chiquito. The Pinto knew him. He tested this by putting him through some of his old tricks. The horse refused to dance or play dead, but at the word of command his right foreleg came up to shake hands. He nuzzled his silky nose against the coat of his master, just as in the days of old. Crawford rode a bay, larger than a bronco. The oil prospector was astride a rangy rome. He was no horseman, but as a perpetual motion conversationalist, the old wildcatter broke records.

Starting point is 04:18:26 He was a short barrel of a man with small eyes set close together, and he made a figure of fun perched high up in the saddle. But he permitted no difficulties of travel to interfere with his monologue. The boss hold up was no glad-hand artist, he explained. He was a sure-enough sulky devil, though, of course we couldn't see his face behind the mask. Blue Mask it was, made out a bandana handkerchief. Well, right away I knew something was liable to pop,

Starting point is 04:18:54 for old Harrigan, scared to death, kept a-going just the same. Maybe he hadn't sense enough to stop, as the fellow says. Maybe he didn't want to. Bang, bang! I reckon Tim was dead before he hit the ground. They lined us up, but they didn't take a thing except the gold and one Chicago fellow's watch. Then they cut the harness and pent for the hills.

Starting point is 04:19:15 How do you know they made for the hills? asked Dave. Well, they naturally would. Anyhow, they lit out round the bend. I hadn't lost them none, and I wasn't looking to see where they're went. Not in this year of our lord. I'm right careless at times, but not enough so to make inquiries of road agents when they're red from killing. I've been told I got no terminal facilities of speech, but it's a fact I didn't chirp from start to finish of the hold-up. I was plumb reticent. Lights sifted into the sky. The riders saw the colors change in a desert dawn. The hilltops

Starting point is 04:19:48 below them were veiled in a silver-blue mist. Far away Malapie rose out of the cauldron, its cheapness for once touched to a moment of beauty and significance. In that glorified sunrise, it might have been a jeweled city of dreams. The prospector's words flowed on. Crystal dawns might come and go, succeeding mist scarfs of rose and lilac, but a great poet has said that speech is silver. No, sir, when a man has got the drop on me, I don't aim to argue with him, not none. Tim Harrigan had notions, different here.

Starting point is 04:20:22 I've done some roughhousing. When a guy puts up his dukes, I'm there. Once down in Sonora, I slammed a fellow so hard he woke up among strangers. Fact. I don't make claims, but up at Carbondale they say I'm some rips snorter when I get going good. I'm quiet. I don't go around with a chip on my shoulder. It's the quiet boys you want to look out for. Am I right? Crawford gave a little snortle laughter and covered it hastily with a cough. You know it, went on the quiet man who was a rip snorter when he got going. In regards to that, I'll say my observation is that when you meet a small man with a steady gray eye, it don't do a bit of harm to spend a lot of time leaving him alone.

Starting point is 04:21:06 He may be good-natured, but he won't stand no devil and take it from me. The small man with the gray eye eased himself in the saddle and moistened his tongue for a fresh start. But I'm not one of these fool-hearted idiots who have to have to have to have. have wooden suits made for them because they don't know when to stay mum. You cattlemen have lived a quiet life in the hills, but I've been right where the tough ones crowd for years. I'll tell you there's a time to talk and a time to keep still, as the old saying is. Yes, agreed Crawford.

Starting point is 04:21:37 Another thing, I got an instinct that tells me when folks are interested in what I say, I've seen talkers that went right on boring people and never caught on. They'd talk your arm off without getting wise to it that you'd have had a plenty. That kind of talker ain't fit for nothing but to wrangle Mary's little lamb way off from ever a human being. In front of the riders, a group of cottonwoods lifted their branches at a sharp bend in the road. Just before they reached this turn, a bridge crossed a dry irrigating lateral. After Harrigan had been shot, I came to the ditch for some water, but she was dry as a whistle. Ever noticed how things are that way? A fellow wants water, none there.

Starting point is 04:22:17 It's raining rivers, the ditch is running strong. "'There's a sermon for a preacher,' said the prospector. The cattleman nodded to Dave. "'I noticed she was dry when I crossed higher up on my way out, "'but she was full up with water when I saw her after I had been up to Dick Grain's.' "'Funny,' commented Sanders. "'Nobody would want water to irrigate it this season. "'Who turned the water in? And why?'

Starting point is 04:22:41 "'Beats me,' answered Crawford. "'But it don't worry me any. I got troubles of my own.' They reached the Cottonwoods and the oil prospector pointed out to them just where the stage had been when the bandits first appeared. He showed them the bushes from behind which the robbers had stepped, the place occupied by the passengers after they had been lined up, and the course taken by the hold-ups after the robbery. The road ran up a long, slow incline to the bend,

Starting point is 04:23:10 which was the crest of the hill. Beyond it, the wheel tracks went down again with a sharp dip. The stage had been stopped just. just beyond the crest, just at the beginning of the downgrade. The coach must have just started to move downhill when the robbers jumped out from the bushes, suggested Dave. Sure enough, that's probably how come Tim to make a mistake. He figured he could give the horses the whip and make a getaway.

Starting point is 04:23:35 The hold-up saw that. They had to shoot to kill or lose the gold. Being as he was a cold-blooded killer, he shot. There were two pinpoints of light in Emerson Crawford's eyes. He knew now the kind of man they were hunting. He was an assassin of a deadly type, not a wild cowboy who had fired in excitement because his nerves had betrayed him.

Starting point is 04:23:58 Yes, Tim knew what he was doing. He took a chance the hold-ups wouldn't shoot to kill. Most of them won't. Well, that was his mistake. If he'd seen the face behind the mask, he would have known better, said Dave. Crawford quartered over the ground. Just like I thought, Dave, Applegate and his pocket Bossy had been here and stomped out any tracks, the robbers left. No way to tell him which of all

Starting point is 04:24:21 these footprints belonged to them. Likely none of them. If I didn't know better, I'd think someone had been given a dance here the way the ground is cut up. They made a wide circle to try to pick up the trail wanted, and again a still larger one. Both of these attempts failed. Looks to me like they flew away, the cattlemen said at last. Horses have got hooves and hoofs make tracks. I see plenty of these, but I don't find any place where the animals waited while this thing was being pulled off. The sheriff's posse had milled over the whole ground so thoroughly we can't be sure, but there's a point in what you say. Maybe they left their horses farther up the hill and walk back to them, Dave hazarded. No, son, this job was planned careful. Now the hold-ups

Starting point is 04:25:10 didn't know whether they'd have to make a quick getaway or not. They would have their horses handy, but out of sight. Why not in the dry ditch back of the cotton woods? Asked Dave with a flash of light. Crawford stared at him, but at last shook his head. I reckon not. In the sand and clay there, the hoofs would show too plain. What if the hold-ups knew the ditch was going to be filled before the pursuit got started?

Starting point is 04:25:37 You mean? I mean they might have arranged to have the water turned into the lateral to wipe out their tracks. I'll be dogged if you and have a little. "'Wain on a warm trail, son,' murmured Crawford. "'And if they knew that, why wouldn't they ride either up or down the ditch "'and leave no tracks at all?' "'They would, for a way, anyhow, up or down, which?' "'Down, so as to reach Malapie and get into the gusher

Starting point is 04:26:02 "'before word came of the hold-up,' guessed Crawford. "'Up, because in the hills there's less chance of being seen,' differed Dave. "'Crooks like them can fix up an alibi when they need one. They had to get away unseen in a hurry and to get rid of the gold soon in case they should be seen. You rung the bell, son. Up it is. It's an instinct of an outlaw to make for the hills where he can hole up when in trouble. The prospector had been out of the conversation long enough. Depends who did this, he said. If they came from the town, they'd want to get back there in a hurry. If not, they'd steer clear folks. Once, when I was in Oklahoma, a nigger went to a house and

Starting point is 04:26:45 shot a white man he claimed owed him money. He made his getaway look like in the whole town hunting for him for 50 miles. They found him two days later in the cellar of the man he had killed. Well, you can go look in Tim Harrigan's cellar, if you've a mind to. Dave and I are going up the ditch, said the old cattleman, smiling. I'll tag along, seeing as I've been drug in this far, all I'll say is that when we get to the bottom of this, we'll find it was done by fellas you'd never suspect. I know human nature. My guess is no drunken cowboy pulled this off. No, sir. I'd look higher for the men. How about Parson Brown and the school superintendent? asked Crawford. You can laugh all right. Wait and see. Somehow I don't make mistakes. I'm lucky that way. Use

Starting point is 04:27:31 my judgment, I reckon. Anyhow, I always guess right on presidential elections and prize fights. You got to know men in my line of business. I study them. Harley, he ever peg him wrong. Fellow said to me one day, How's it come, Thomas, you most always call the turn. I give him an answer in one word. Psychology. The trailers scanned closely the edge of the irrigation ditch. Here too they failed to get results. There were tracks enough close to the lateral, but apparently none of them led down to the bed of it. The outlaws, no doubt, had carefully obliterated their tracks at this place in order to give no starting point for the pursuit.

Starting point is 04:28:12 I'll go up on the left-hand side. You take the right, Dave, said Crawford. We've got to find where they left the ditch. The prospector took the sandy bed of the dry canal as his path. He chose it for two reasons. There was less brush to obstruct his progress, and he could reach the ears of both his auditors better as he burbled his comments on affairs in general

Starting point is 04:28:34 and the wisdom of Mr. Thomas in particular. The ditch was climbing into the ditches'clock. the hills zigzag and up draws in order to find the most even grade. The three men traveled slowly, for Sanders and Crawford had to read signs on every foot of the way. Chances are they didn't leave the ditch till they heard the water coming, the cattleman said. These fellows knew their business and they were playing safe. Dave pulled up. He went down on his knees and studied the ground, then jumped down into the ditch and examined the bank. Here's where they got out, he announced. pressed forward. With one outstretched hand, the young man held him back. Just a minute,

Starting point is 04:29:15 I want Mr. Crawford to see this before it's touched. The old cattleman examined the side of the canal. The clay showed where a sharp hoof had reached for a footing, missed and pawed down the bank. Higher up was the faint mark of a shoe on the loose rubble at the edge. Looks like, he assented, study of the ground above showed the trail of two horses striking off at right angle from the ditch toward the mouth of a box canyon about a mile distant. The horses were both larger than Broncos.

Starting point is 04:29:47 One of them was shod. One of the shoes badly worn was broken, and part of it gone on the left side. The riders were taken no pains, apparently, to hide their course. No doubt they relied on the full ditch to blot out pursuit. The trail led through the canyon

Starting point is 04:30:04 over a divide beyond and down into a small grassy valley. At the summer, Croffer gave strict orders. No talking, Mr. Thomas. This is serious business now. We're in enemy country and we've got to soft foot it. The foothills were bristling with chaparral.

Starting point is 04:30:22 Behind any scrub oak or cedar, under cover of an aspen thicket or even of a clump of gray sage, an enemy with murder in his heart might be lurking. Here an ambush was much more likely than in the sun-scorched plain they had left. The three men left the footpath, where it had dipped down into the park

Starting point is 04:30:40 and followed the rim to the left, passing through a heavy growth of Manzanita to a bare hill dotted with scrubby sage at the other side of which was a small gulch of Aspen straggling down into the valley. Back of these, a log cabin squatted on the slope. One had to be almost upon it before it could be seen. Its back door looked down upon the entrance to a canyon.

Starting point is 04:31:05 This was fenced across to make a corral. The cowmen and the cowpuncher looked at each other without verbal comment. A message better not put into words flashed from one to the other. This looked like the haunt of rustlers. Here they could pursue their nefarious calling unmolested. Not once a year would anybody except one of themselves enter this valley, and if a stranger did, so he would know better than to push his way into the canyon. Horses were drowsing sleepily in the corral.

Starting point is 04:31:35 Dave slid from the saddle and spoke to Crawford in a low voice. I'm going down to have a look at those horses, he said, unfastening his rope from the Tiantos. The cattleman nodded. He drew from its case beneath his leg a rifle and held it across the promul. It was not necessary for Sanders to ask, nor for him to promise protection while the younger man was making his trip of inspection. Both were men who knew the frontier code and each other. At a time of action, speech beyond the curtest of monosyllables was surplusage. Dave walked and slid down the rubble of the steep hillside, clambered down a rough face of rock, and dropped into the corral. He wore a revolver but did not draw it. He did not want to give anybody

Starting point is 04:32:23 in the house an excuse to shoot him without warning. His glance swept over the horses, searched the hooves of each. It found one shot a rangy-roan gelding. The cow-puncher's rope whined through the air and settled down upon the shoulders of the animal. The gelding went sunfishing as a formal protest against the lariat, then surrendered tamely. Dave patted it gently, stroked the neck, and spoke softly reassuring words. He picked up one of the front feet and examined the shoe. This was badly worn, and on the left side, part of it had broken off. A man came to the back door of the cabin and stretched.

Starting point is 04:33:03 in a long and luxuriant yawn. Carelessly and casually, his eyes wandered over the Aspins and into the corral. For a moment, he stood frozen, his arms still flung wide. From the Aspins came down Crawford's voice, cool and ironic. Much obliged, Shorty. Leave him right up and save trouble. The squat Cowpuncher's eyes moved back to the Aspens and found there the owner of the D-Bar Laziar. What do you want? he growled. sullenly. You just now. Step right out from the house, Shorty. That's right. Anybody else in the house? No. You'll be luckier if you tell the truth. I'm telling it. Hope so. Dave, step forward and get his six-shooter. Keep him between you and the house. If anything happens to you, I'm going to kill him right now.

Starting point is 04:33:56 Shorty shivered, hearty villain, though he was. There had been nobody in the house when he had left it, but he had been expecting someone shortly. If his partner arrived and began shooting, he knew that Crawford would drop him in his tracks. His throat went dry as a lime kiln. He wanted to shout out to the man who might be inside not to shoot at any cost. But he was a game and loyal ruffian.

Starting point is 04:34:22 He would not spoil his Confederate's chance by betraying him. If he said nothing, the man might come realize a situation and slip away and observed. Sanders took the man's gun and ran his hand over his thick body to make sure he had no concealed weapon. I'm going to back away. You come after me, step by step, so close I could touch you with the gun, ordered Dave. The man followed him as directed, his hand still in the air. His captor kept him in a line between him and the house door. Crawford rode down to join them. The man who claimed not to be foolhardy stayed up in the timber. This was no business of his.

Starting point is 04:35:03 He did not want to be the target of any shots from the cabin. The cattleman swung down from the saddle. Sure, we'll light and come in, Shorty? No, you first. I'm right at your heels with his gun poking into your ribs. Don't make any mistake. You'd never have time to explain it. The cabin had only one room.

Starting point is 04:35:24 The bunks were over at one side, the stove and the table at the other. Two six-paned windows flanked the front door. The room was empty, except for the three men now entering. You live here, Shorty? asked Crawford, curtly. Yes, the answer was sulky and reluctant. Alone? Yes. Why, snapped the cattleman. Shorty's defiant eyes met his.

Starting point is 04:35:50 My business. Mine, too. I'll bet a dollar if you're nesting in these hills you can't have but one business. "'Prove it, prove it,' retorted Shorty, angrily. "'Someday. Not now.' Crawford turned to Sanders. "'What about the horse you looked at, Dave?' "'Same one we've been trailing, the one with the broken shoe.

Starting point is 04:36:12 "'That your horse, Shorty?' "'Maybe so, maybe not.' "'You've been having company here lately,' Crawford went on. "'Who's your guest?' "'You seem to be right now. "'You and your friend the convict,' sneered the short cow-puncher. Don't use that word again, Shorty, advised the ranchman in a voice gently ominous. Why not? True ain't it? Doesn't deny it none, does he?

Starting point is 04:36:38 We'll not discuss that. Where were you yesterday? Here, part of the day, where was you? demanded Shorty impudently. Seems to me I heard you was right busy. What part of the day? Begin at the beginning and tell us what you did. You may put your hands down. Why, I got up in the morning and put all my pants and my boots, cheered Shorty. I don't recollect whether I put on my hat or not. Maybe I did.

Starting point is 04:37:08 I cooked breakfast and edit. I chawed tobacco. I cooked dinner and edd it. Smoked and chawed some more. Cook supper and edit. Went to bed. That's all. Why, no, I fed the critters and fixed up a busted stirrup.

Starting point is 04:37:24 Who was with you? I was plumb lonesome yesterday. This any business of yours, by the way, M? Think again, Shorty, who was with you? The heavyset cowpuncher helped himself to achieve tobacco. I told you once I was alone. Ain't seen anybody but you for a week. Then how did you hear yesterday was my busy day?

Starting point is 04:37:48 Crawford thrust at him. For a moment, Shorty was taken aback, before he could answer, Dave spoke. man coming up from the creek. Crawford took crisp command. Back in that corner, Shorty. Dave, you stand back too. Cover him as soon as he shows up. Dave nodded.

Starting point is 04:38:09 End of Chapter 24. Chapter 25 of Gunside Pass, How Oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McLeod Rain. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Miller Talks. A man stood in the doorway, big, fat, swaggering. In his younger days, his deep chest and broad shoulders had accompanied great strength, but fat had accumulated in layers.

Starting point is 04:38:43 He was a mountain of sagging flesh. His breath came in wheezy puffs. "'Next time, you get your own!' The voice faltered, died away. The perturbering eyes, still cold and fishy, passed fearfully from one to another of those in the room. It was plain that the bottom had dropped out of his heart. One moment he had straddled the world a colossus.

Starting point is 04:39:08 The next, he was collapsing like a punctured balloon. God Almighty, he gasped. Don't shoot. I give up. He was carrying a bucket of water. It dropped from his nerveless fingers and spilt over the floor. Like a bullet out of a gun, Crawford shot a question at him. "'Wherever you hid the money you got from the stage?' The loose mouth of the convict opened.

Starting point is 04:39:34 "'Why, we, I, we—' "'Keep your trap shut, you darn fool,' ordered Shorty. Crawford jabbed his rifle into the ribs of the rustler. "'Yours too, Shorty.' But the damage had been done. Miller's flabby will had been braced by a stronger one. He had been given time to recover from his dismay. He moistened his lips with his tongue and framed his lie.

Starting point is 04:40:01 I was going to say you must be mistaken, Mr. Crawford, he whined. Shorty laughed heartily, spat tobacco juice at a knot in the floor, and spoke again. Third-degree stuff, eh? It won't buy you a thing, Crawford. Miller wasn't in that hold up any more, and I... Let Miller do his own talking, Shorty. He don't need any lead from you. Shorty looked hard at the cattleman with unflinching eyes.

Starting point is 04:40:30 Don't get on the peck, Am, you got no business covering me with that gun. I know you got reasons of plenty for trying to bluff us into saying we held up the stage, but we don't bluff worth a cent, see? Crawford saw. He had failed to surprise a confession out of Miller by the narrowest of margins. If he had had time to get Shorty out of the room before the convict's appearance, the fellow would have come through. as it was he had missed his opportunity.

Starting point is 04:41:00 A head, followed by a round barrel body, came in cautiously from the lean-to at the rear. Everything all right, Mr. Crawford? Thought I'd drop on down to see if you didn't need any help. None thanks, Mr. Thomas, the cattleman answered dryly. Well, you never can tell. The prospector nodded genially to Shorty, then spoke again to the man with the rifle. Found any clue to the hold-up yet? We found the men who did it, replied Crawford.

Starting point is 04:41:28 "'Knew them all the time, I reckon,' scoffed Shorty with a harsh laugh. Dave drew his chief aside, still keeping a vigilant eye on the prisoners. "'We've got to play our hand different. Shorty's game, he can't be bluffed, but Miller can. I found out years ago he squeals at physical pain. We'll start for home. After a while, we'll give Shorty a chance to make a getaway. then we'll turn the screws on Miller.

Starting point is 04:41:56 All right, Dave, you run it. I'll back your play, as friend said. They disarmed Miller, made him saddle two of the horses in the corral, and took the back trail across the valley to the divide. It was here they gave Shorty his chance of escape. Miller was leading the way up the trail with Crawford, Thomas, Shorty, and Dave in the order named. Dave rode forward to confer with the owner of the DeBar Lazy's for three seconds his back was turned to the squat cowpuncher.

Starting point is 04:42:27 Shorty whirled his horse and flung it wildly down the precipitous slope. Sanders galloped after him, firing his revolver three times, and after a short chase, gave up the pursuit. He rode back to the party on the summit. Crawford glanced around at the heavy chaperow. How about off here a bit, Dave? The younger man agreed. He turned to Miller.

Starting point is 04:42:51 We're going to hang you, he said quietly. The pasty color of the fat man ebbed till his face seemed entirely bloodless. My God, you wouldn't do that, he moaned. He clung feebly to the horn of his saddle as Sanders led the horse into the brush. He whimpered, snuffling an appeal for mercy repeated over and over. The party had not left the road a hundred yards behind, when a man jogged past on his way into the road. the valley. He did not see them, nor did they see him. Underneath a rather scrubby cedar,

Starting point is 04:43:28 Dave drew up. He glanced it over critically. Think it'll do? He asked Crawford in a voice the prisoner could just hear. Yep, that big limb'll hold him, the old cattleman answered in the same low voice. Better let him stay right on the horse, then we'll lead it out from under him. Miller pleaded for his life objectively. His blood had turned to water. Honest, I didn't shoot Harrigan. Why, I'm that tender-hearted, I wouldn't hurt a kitten. I, oh, don't do that, for God's sake. Thomas was almost as white as the outlaw. You don't aim to, you wouldn't. Crawford's face was as cold and as hard as steel. Why not? He's a murderer. He tried to gun

Starting point is 04:44:17 Dave here when the boy didn't have a six-shooter. We'll just get rid of him now. He threw a rope over the convict's head and adjusted it to the folds of his fat throat. The man under condemnation could hardly speak. His throat was dry as a desert dust below. Ah, I'd done Mr. Sanders a meanness. I'm sorry. I was drunk. You lied about him and sent him to the penitentiary. I'll fix that. Let me go and I'll I'll make that right. How will you make it right? asked Crawford grimly, and the weight of his arm drew the rope so tight that Miller winced. Can you give him back the years he's lost?

Starting point is 04:44:59 No, sir, no, the man whispered eagerly, but I can tell how it was that we fired first at him. Doble did that, and then, accidental, I killed Doble whilst I was shooting at Mr. Sanders. Dave strode forward, his eyes like great live coals. What? Say that again, he cried. Yes, sir. I did it, accidental, when Doble run forward in front of me. That's right.

Starting point is 04:45:29 I'm plumb sorry I didn't tell the court so when you was on trial, Mr. Sanders. I recognize scared, too. Will you tell this of your own free will to the sheriff down in Malapie? asked Crawford. I sure will. Yes, sir, Mr. Crawford. The man's terror had swept away all thought of anything but the present peril. His color was a seasick green.

Starting point is 04:45:53 His great body trembled like a jelly shaken from a mold. It's too late now, cut in Dave savagely. We came up about this stage robbery, unless he'll clear that up, I vote to finish the job. Maybe we'd better, agreed the cattleman. I'll tie the rope to the trunk of the tree, and you lead the horse-es-lawful, from under him, Dave. Miller broke down. He grovelled. I'll tell. I'll tell all I know.

Starting point is 04:46:21 Doug Dobel and Shorty held up the stage. I don't know who killed the driver. They didn't say when they come back. You let the water into the ditch, suggested Crawford. Yes, sir. I did that. They were sheltering me and, of course, I had to do like they said. When did you escape? On the way back to the penitentiary,

Starting point is 04:46:42 A fellow gave the deputy sheriff a drink on the train. It was doped. We had that fixed. The keys on the handcuffs was in the deputy's pocket. When he went to sleep, we unlocked the cuffs and I got off at the next depot. Horses was waiting there for us. Who do you mean by us? Who was with you?

Starting point is 04:47:03 I don't know who he was. Fellel said Brad Steelman sent him to fix things up for me. Thomas borrowed the field glasses of Crawford. Presently he loved. lowered them. Two fellows come in hell for leather across the valley, he said in a voice that expressed his fears. The cattleman took the glasses and looked. Shorty's found a friend. Doug Dobel likely. They're carrying rifles. We'll have trouble. They'll see we stopped at the hate of the pass, he said quietly. Much shaken already, the oil prospector collapsed at the prospect before him.

Starting point is 04:47:38 He was a man of peace and always had been, in spite of the valiant promise of his tongue. None of my funeral, he said, his lips white. I'm hitting the trail from Lappie right now. He wheeled his horse and jumped it to a gallop. The roan plunged through the chaperole and soon was out of sight. We'll fix Mr. Miller so he won't make us any trouble during the rookess, Crawford told Dave. He threw the coiled rope over the heaviest branch of the cedar, drew it tight, and fastened it to the trunk of the tree. Now you'll stay hitched, he went on, speaking to their prisoner, and you better hold that horse mighty steady, because if he jumps from under you, it'll be good by for one scala-wag.

Starting point is 04:48:21 If you would let me down, I'd do like you told me, Mr. Crawford, pleaded Miller. It's right uncomfortable here. Keep still, don't say a word. Your friends are getting close. Let a chirp out of you and you'll never have time to be sorry, warned the cattleman. The two men tied their horses behind some heavy mesquite and chose their own cover. Here they crouched down and waited. They could hear the horses of the outlaws climbing the hill out of the valley to the pass. Then down in the canyon, they caught a glimpse of Thomas in

Starting point is 04:48:54 wild flight. The bandits stopped at the divide. They'll be heading this way in a minute, Crawford whispered. His companion nodded agreement. They were wrong. There came the sound of a whoop, a sudden clatter of hoofs, the diminishing bead of horses' feet. They've seen, Dean Thomas, and they're after him on the jump, suggested Dave. His friend's eyes crinkled to a smile. Sure enough, they figure he's tail end of our party. Well, I'll bet Thomas gives him a good run for their money. He's right careless sometimes, but he's no foolhardy idiot,

Starting point is 04:49:30 and he don't aim to argue with birds like these, even though he's a rip snorter when he gets going good, and won't stand any devlin. He'll talk him to death if they catch him, Dave answered. Back to business. What's our next move, son? Some more conversation with Mr. Miller. Probably he can tell us where the gold is hidden.

Starting point is 04:49:51 Whoopee, I bet he can. You do the talking. I have a notion he's more scared of you. The fat convict tried to make a stand against them. He pleaded ignorance. I don't know where they hid the stuff. They didn't tell me. Sounds reasonable.

Starting point is 04:50:08 And you in with them on the deal, said Sanders. "'Well, you're in hard luck. "'We don't give two hoots for you anyhow, "'but we decided to take you into town with us "'if you come through clean. "'If not.' "'He shrugged his shoulders and glanced up at the branch above. "'Miller swallowed a lump in his throat.

Starting point is 04:50:28 "'You wouldn't treat me that away, Mr. Sanders. "'I'm getting to be an old man now. "'I'd done wrong, but I'm sure right, sorry,' he whimpered. "'The eyes of the man who had spent years in prison at Canyon City were hard as jade. The fat man read a day of judgment in his stern and somber face. I'll tell, the crook broke down, clammy beads of perspiration all over his pallid face.

Starting point is 04:50:55 I'll tell you right where it's at, in the lean-to of the shack, southwest corner, buried in a gunny sack. They rode back across the valley to the cabin. Miller pointed out the spot where the stolen treasure was cached, With an old axe as a spade, Dave dug away the dirt till he came to a bit of sacking. Crawford scooped out the loose earth with his gauntlet and dragged out a gunny sack. Inside it were a number of canvas bags showing the broken wax seals of the express company.

Starting point is 04:51:26 These contain gold pieces, apparently fresh from the mint. A hurried sum in arithmetic showed that approximately all the gold taken from the stage must be here. Dave packed it on the back of his saddle while Crawford pencilled a note to leave in the cash and place of the money. The note said, This is no safe place to leave $17,000, Doug. I'm taking it to town to put in the bank. If you want to make inquiries about it,

Starting point is 04:51:54 come in and we'll talk it over. You and me and Applegate. Emerson Crawford Five minutes later, the three men were once more riding rapidly across the valley toward the summit of the divide. The loop of Crawford's lariat still encircled the gross neck of the convict.

Starting point is 04:52:14 End of Chapter 25. Chapter 26 of Gunside Pass How Oil came to the Cattle Country and brought a new west by William McLeod rain. This Librefox recording is in the public domain. Dave accepts an invitation. Crawford and Dave, with their prisoner, lay out in the chaperil for an hour,

Starting point is 04:52:40 then made their way back to Malapie by a wide circuit. They did not want to meet Shorty and noble, for that would result in a pitched battle. They preferred rather to make a report to the sheriff and let him attempt the arrests of the bandits. Reluctantly, under the pressure of much prodding, Miller repeated his story to Sheriff Applegate. Under the circumstances,

Starting point is 04:53:03 he was not sorry that he was to be returned to the penitentiary, for he recognized that his life at large would not be safe so long as Shorty and Dobel were range in the hills. Both of them were bad men, in the usual western acceptance of the term, and an accomplice who betrayed them would meet short shrift at their hands. The sheriff gave Crawford a receipt for the gold after they had counted it and found none missing. The old cattleman rose from the table and reached for his hat. Come on, son, he said to Dave, I'll say we've done a good day's work. Both of us were under a cloud. Now we're clear. We're going up to the house to have some supper.

Starting point is 04:53:45 Applegate, you get both of the confessions of Miller fixed up, won't you? I'll want the one about George Dobel's death to take with me to the governor of Colorado. I'm taking the train tomorrow. I'll have the district attorney fix up the papers, the sheriff promised. Emerson Crawford hooked an arm under the elbow of Sanders and left the office. I'm wondering about one thing, boy, he said. Did Miller, kill George Doble accidentally or on purpose? I'm wondering about that myself. You remember that Denver bartender said they had been quarreling a good deal. They were having a row at the very time when I met them at the gate of the corral. It's a 10-to-one shot that Miller took the chance

Starting point is 04:54:28 to plug Doble and make me pay for it. Looks likely, but we'll never know. Son, you've had a rotten deal handed you. The younger man's eyes were hard of steel. He clamped his jaw tight, but made no comment. Nobody can give you back the years of your life you've lost, the cattleman went on. But we'll get your record straightened out anyhow, so that won't stand against you. I know one little girl be tickled to hear the news. Joy always has stuck out that you were treated shameful. I reckon I'll not go up to your house tonight, Dave says.

Starting point is 04:55:06 and carefully modulated voice. I'm dirty and unshaven. Anyhow, I'd rather not go tonight. Crawford refused to accept this excuse. No, sir, you're coming with me, by gum. I got soap and water and razor up at the house, if that's what's troubling you. We've had a big day and I'm going to celebrate

Starting point is 04:55:27 by talking it all over again. Dad, gum, my hide, think of it, you solemn face old low. This time last night I was most appellate, pauper and you sure were. Both of us were under the charge of having killed a man each. Tonight, we're rich as that fella crocus. Anyhow, I am, and you're hated that way. And both of us have cleared our names to boot. Ain't you got any red blood in that big body of yours? I'll drop into the Delmonico and get a bite, then ride out to the jackpot.

Starting point is 04:56:01 You will not, protested the cattleman. Look here, Dave. It's a showdown. Have you, You got anything against me? Dave met him eye to eye. Not a thing, Mr. Crawford. No man ever had a better friend. Anything against Joyce? No, sir. Don't hate my boy Keith, do you? How could I? Then what in hell ails you? You're not parlor shy, are you? Say the word and we'll eat in the kitchen, grinned Crawford. I'm not a society man, Sanders said lamely. He could not explain. He could not explain that the shadow of the prison walls were a barrier he could not cross, and they rose to bar him from all the joy and happiness of young life. Who in Mexico's talking about society?

Starting point is 04:56:49 I said come up and eat supper with me and Joy and Keith. If you don't come, I'm going to be good and sore. I'll not stand for it, you darn old killjoy. I'll go, answered the invited man. He went, not because he wanted to go, but because he could. not escape without being an ungracious bore. Joyce flew to meet her father, eyes eager, hands swift to caress his rough face and wrinkled coat. She bubble with joy at his return, and when he told her that his news was of the best, the long lashes of the brown eyes misted with tears. The young man in the background was struck anew by the matronly tenderness of her relation to her father. She hovered about him as a mother does about her son.

Starting point is 04:57:36 son returned from the wars. I brought company for supper, honey, Emerson told her. She gave Dave her hand, flushed and smiling. I've been so worried, she explained. It's fine to know the news is good. I want to hear it all. We got the stolen money back, Joy, exploded her father. We know who took it, Doug Dobel and that cowboy shorty and Miller.

Starting point is 04:58:01 But I thought Miller, he escaped. We caught him and brought him back to town with a Crawford seized the girl by the shoulders. He was as keen as a boy to share his pleasure. And Joy, better news yet. Miller confessed he killed George Doble. Dave didn't do it at all. Joyce came to the young man impulsively, hand outstretched. She was glowing with delight, eyes kind and warm and glad. That's the best yet. Oh, Mr. Sanders, isn't it good? His impassive face gave no betrayal of any happiness he might feel in his vindication. Indeed, something almost sardonic in its expression chilled her enthusiasm.

Starting point is 04:58:45 More than the passing of years separated them from the days when he had shyly but gaily wiped dishes for her in the kitchen, when he had worshipped her with a boy's uncritical adoration. Sanders knew it better than she, and cursed the habit of repression that had become a part of him in his prison days. He wanted to give her happy smile for smile, but he could not do it. All that was young and ardent and eager in him was dead. He could not let himself go. Even when emotions flooded his heart, no evidence of it reached his chill eyes and set face. After he had come back from shaving, he watched her flit about the room while she set the table. She was the competent young mistress of the house. With grave young authority she moved, slenderly graceful. He knew her mind was with the cook

Starting point is 04:59:38 in the kitchen, but she found time to order Keith crisply to wash his face and hands, time to gather flowers for the center of the table from the front yard, and to keep up a running fire of talk with him and her father. More of the woman than in the days when he had known her, perhaps less of the carefree maiden, she was essentially unchanged, was what he might confidently have expected her to be. Emerson Crawford was the same bluff, Hardy Wessoner, a friend to tie to in sunshine and in storm. Even little Keith, just escaping from his baby ways, had the same tricks and mannerisms. Nothing was different except himself. He had become arid and hard and bitter, he told himself regretfully. Keith was his slave, a faithful admirer whose eyes fed upon his hero steadily. He

Starting point is 05:00:30 had heard the story of this young man's deeds discussed until Dave had come to take on almost mythical proportions. He asked a question in an odd voice. How did you get this Miller to confess? The guest exchanged a glance with the host. We had a talk with him. Did you? Oh no, we just asked him if he didn't want to tell us all about it, and seems he did. Maybe you touched his better feelings, suggested Keith, with memories of an hour in Sunday school when his teacher had made a vain appeal to his. His father laughed. Maybe we did. I noticed he was near blubbering.

Starting point is 05:01:12 I expect it's a deos, Signor Miller. He's got two years more to serve, and after that he'll have another nice long term to serve for Robin's stage. All I wish is we'd done the job more thorough and sent some friends of his along with him. Well, that's up to Applegate. I'm glad it is, said Joyce emphatically. Any news today from Jackpot Number Three? Asked the president of that company. Bob Hart sat in to get some supplies and had a note left for me at the post office,

Starting point is 05:01:44 Miss Joyce mentioned, a trifle annoyed at herself because a blush insisted on flowing into her cheeks. He says it's the biggest thing he ever saw, but it's going to be awfully hard to control. Where is that note? I must have put it somewhere. Emerson's eyes flickered mischief. Oh, well, never mind about the note. That's private property, I reckon. I'm sure if I can find it.

Starting point is 05:02:12 I'll bet my boots you can't, though, he teased. Dad, what will Mr. Sanders think? You know that's nonsense. Bob wrote because I asked him to let me know. Sure. Why wouldn't the secretary? and field superintendent of the jackpot company keep the daughter of the president informed. I'll have it read into the minutes of our next board meeting that it's in his duties to keep you posted.

Starting point is 05:02:38 Oh, well, if you want to talk foolishness, she pouted. There's something else I'm going to have to put into the minutes of the next meeting, Dave, Crawford went on, and that's your election as treasurer of the company. I want officers around me that I can trust, son. I don't know anything about finance or about bookkeeping, Dave said. You'll learn. We'll have a bookkeeper, of course. I want someone for treasure that's level-headed and knows how to make a quick turn when he has to. Someone that uses the gray stuff in his coconut. We'll fix a salary when we get going. You and Bob are going to have the active management of this concern.

Starting point is 05:03:19 Cattle's my line. I aim to stick to it. Him and you can talk it over and and fix your duties so as they won't conflict. Burns, of course, will run the actual drilling. He's an A-1 man. Don't let him go. Dave was profoundly touched. No man could be kinder to his own son, could show more confidence in him than Emerson Crawford was to one who had no claims upon him. He murmured it dry, thank you. Then, feeling this to be inadequate, added, I'll try to see you don't regret this. The cattleman was a shrewd judge of men. His action now was not based solely upon humanitarian motives.

Starting point is 05:04:01 Here was a keen man, quick-witted, steady, and wholly to be trusted, one certain to push himself to the front. It was good business to make it worth his while to stick to Crawford's enterprises. He said as much to Dave bluntly. And you ain't in for any easy time, either, he added. We've got oil. We're flooded with it, so I hear. Several thousand dollars worth a day is running off and seeping into the desert.

Starting point is 05:04:29 Bob Hart and Jed Burns have got the job of putting the lid on the pot. But when they do that, you've got a bigger job. Looks bigger to me, anyhow. You've got to get rid of that oil. Find a market for it. Sell it. Chip it away to make room for more. Get busy, son.

Starting point is 05:04:46 Crawford waved his hand after the manner of one who has shifted responsibility and does not expect to worry about it. Moreover and likewise, we're shy of money to keep operating until we can sell the stuff. You'll have to raise scads of Mazuma, son. In this oil game, dollars sure have got wings. No matter how tight your pockets or button, they fly right out. I doubt whether you'll have chosen the right man, the ex-cowpuncher said, smiling faintly. The most I ever borrowed in my life was $25.

Starting point is 05:05:20 You borrow 25,000 the same way, only it's easier if the luck's breaking right, the cattleman assured him cheerfully. The easiest thing in the world to get a hold of is money, when you've already got lots of it. The trouble is we haven't. Well, you have to learn to look like you knew where it grew on bushes, Emerson told him, grinning. I can see you've chosen me for a nice, lazy job. Anything but that, son. you don't want to make any mistake about this thing. Brad Steelman's going to fight like a son of a gun.

Starting point is 05:05:55 He'll strike at our credit and at our market and at our means of transportation. He'll fight 24 hours of the day, and he's the slickest, crookedest gray wolf that ever skulked over the range. The foreman of the D-Bar Lazy-R came in after supper for a conference with his boss. He and Crawford got their heads together in the sitting room, and the young people gravitated out to the porch. Joyce pressed Dave into service to help her water the roses, and Keith hung around in order to be near Dave.

Starting point is 05:06:26 Occasionally he asked questions irrelevant to the conversation. These were embarrassing or not as it happened. Joyce delivered a little lecture on the culture of roses, not because she considered herself an authority, but because her guest's conversation was mostly of the monosyllabic order. He was not awkward or self-conscious, rather a man given to silence. Say, Mr. Sanders, how does it feel to be wounded? Keith blurted out.

Starting point is 05:06:55 You mustn't ask personal questions, Keith, his sister told him. Oh, well, I already asked this one, the boy suggested ingenuously. Don't know, Keith, answered the young man. I never was really wounded. If you mean this scratch in the shoulder, I hardly felt it at all till afterward. "'Golly, I bet I wouldn't tackle a feller shooting at me the way that Miller was at you,' the youngster commented in naive admiration. "'Bedtime for little boys, Keith,' his sister reminded him.

Starting point is 05:07:28 "'Oh, let me stay up a while longer,' he begged. Joyce was firm. She had schooled her impulses to resist the little fellow's blandishments, but Dave noticed that she was affectionate even in her refusal. I'll come up and say good night after a while, Keithy, she promised as she kissed him. To the gaunt-faced man watching them, she was the symbol of all most to be desired in woman. She embodied youth, health, charm. She was live springtime, its promise of fulfillment, yet already an immaculate Madonna

Starting point is 05:08:02 and the beauty of her generous soul. He was young enough in his knowledge of her sex to be unaware that nature often gives soft trout, pool eyes of tenderness to coquettes and wonderful hair with the lights and shadows of an autumn painted valley to giggling fools. Joyce was neither coquette nor fool. She was essential woman in the making, with all the faults and fine, brave impulses of her years. Unconsciously, perhaps, she was showing her best side to her guest, as maidens have done to men since Eve first smiled on Adam. Dave had closed his heart to love. It was to have no room in his life.

Starting point is 05:08:44 To his morbid sensibilities, the shadow of the prison walls still stretch between him and Joyce. It did not matter that he was innocent, that all his small world would soon know of his vindication. The facts stood. For years he had been shut away from men, a leprous thing labeled unclean. He had dwelt in a place of furtive whisperings,

Starting point is 05:09:07 of sinister sounds. His nostrils had inhaled the odor of musty clothes and steam food. His fingers had touched moisture sweating through the walls, and in his small dark cell he had hunted graybacks. The hopeless squalor of it at times had driven him almost mad. As he saw it now, his guilt was of minor importance. If he had not fired the shot that killed George Doble, that was merely a chance detail.

Starting point is 05:09:37 What counted against him was that his soul was marked with the taint of the criminal through association and habit of thought. He could reason with this feeling and temporarily destroy it. He could drag it into the light and laugh it away. But subconsciously, it persisted as a horror from which he could not escape. A man cannot touch pitch, even against his own will, and not be defiled. "'You're Keith's hero, you know,' the girl told Dave, her face bubbling to unexpected mirth.

Starting point is 05:10:10 He tries to walk and talk like you. He asks the queerest questions. Today I caught him diving at a pillow on the bed. He was making believe to be you when you were shot. Her nearness in the soft shadowy night shook his self-control. The music of her voice with his drawling intonations played on his heartstrings. Think I'll go now, he said abruptly. You must come again, she told him.

Starting point is 05:10:35 Keith wants you to teach him how to rope. You won't mind, will you? The long lashes lifted innocently from the soft deep eyes, which rested in his for a moment and set clamoring a disturbance in his blood. I'll be right busy, he said awkwardly, bluntly. She drew back within herself. I've forgotten how busy you are, Mr. Sanders. Of course we mustn't impose on you, she said, cold and stiff as only offended youth can be.

Starting point is 05:11:04 Striding into the night, Dave cursed the first. fate that had made him what he was. He had hurt her borishly by his curt refusal of her friendship, yet the heart inside him was a wild river of love. End of Chapter 26. Chapter 27 of Gunside Pass, how oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McLeod Rain. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. At the Jackpot The day lasted 24 hours in Malapy. If Sanders walked along Huniporo Street on his way to the downtown corral from Crawford's house,

Starting point is 05:11:50 saloons and gambling houses advertised their attractions candidly and noisily. They seemed bursting with raw and vehement life. The strains of fiddles and the sound of shuffling feet were pierced occasionally by the whoop of a drunken reveller. Once there rang out the high notes of a woman's hysterical laughter, Cow ponies and packed burrows drooped listlessly at the hitching rack. Even loaded wagons were waiting to take the road, as soon as the drivers could tear themselves away from the attractions of Kino and, alas, drink. Huniporo Street was not the usual crooked lane that serves as the main thoroughfare for business in a mining town,

Starting point is 05:12:31 for Malapie had been a cow town before the discovery of oil. It lay on the wide prairie and not in a gulch. The street was broad and dusty, flanked by false front stores, flat-roofed adobies, and corrugated iron buildings imported hastily since the first boom. At the staghorn corral, Dave hired a horse and saddled for a night ride. On his way to the jackpot, he passed a dozen outfits headed for the new strike. They were hauling supplies of food, tools, timber, and machinery to the oil camp. Out of the night, a mule-skinner shouted a profane and drunken greeting to him.

Starting point is 05:13:11 A Mexican with a burrow train gave him a low-voiced, Buenos Noche, Signor. A fine mist of oil began to spray him when he was still a mile away from the well. It grew denser as he came near. He found Bob Hart in oil skins and rubber boots, bossing a gang of scrapers, giving directions to a second one, building a dam across a draw, and supervising a third group engaged in siphoning crude oil from one sump to another.

Starting point is 05:13:41 From head to foot, heart and his assistants were wet to the skin with the black crude oil. "'Lo, Dave, one sure enough little spouter,' Bob shouted cheerfully. "'Number, sure a-hitting her up. She's no cougher. "'Stays right steady on the job. "'But I've wallowed in a million barrels of the stuff since moaning.' He waited through a viscid pool to Dave and asked a question in a low voice. What's the good word? We had a little luck, admitted Sanders, then plumbed out his budget of news.

Starting point is 05:14:16 Got the express money back, captured one of the robbers, forced a confession out of him, and left him with the sheriff. Bob did an Indian war dance in hip boots. You're the darndest go-getter I ever did see. Tell it to me, you ornery old. Scalowag? His friend told the story of the day so far as it related to the robbery. I could have told you Miller would weaken when you had the rope round his soft neck. Shorty would have gone through and told you all where to get off at. Yes, Miller is yellow. He didn't quit with the robbery, Bob. Must have been scared bad, I reckon.

Starting point is 05:14:55 He admitted that he killed George Doble. By accident, he claimed. Says Doble ran in front of him while he was shooting at me. Have you got that down on paper? demanded Hart. Yes. Bob caught his friend's hand. I reckon the long lane has turned for you old socks. I can't tell you how damn glad I am.

Starting point is 05:15:17 Doble needed kill him, but I'd rather you hadn't done it. The other man made no comment on this phase of the situation. This brings Doug Doble out into the open at last. He'll come pretty near going to the pen for this. I can't see Applegate arresting him. He'll fight, Doug Will. My notion is he'll take to the hills and throw off all pretense. If he does, he'll be the worst killer ever was known in this part of the country.

Starting point is 05:15:46 You and Crawford want to look out for him, Dave. Crawford says he wants me to be a treasurer of the company, Bob. You and I are to manage it, he says, with Burns doing the drilling. That's great. He told me he was going to ask you. I bet you we make the old d'all. Jackpot hum. Do you ever hear of a man land poor, Bob? Sure have. Well, right now, we're oil poor. According to what the old man says, there's no cash in the treasury, and we've got bills that

Starting point is 05:16:16 have to be paid. You know that $10,000 he paid into the bank to satisfy the note. He borrowed it from a friend who took it out of a trust fund to loan it to him. He didn't tell me who the man is, but he said his friend would get into trouble a plenty if it's found out before he replaced it. the money. Then we've got to keep our labor bills paid right up. Some of the other accounts can't wait. Could we borrow money on this gusher? We'll have to do that. Trouble is that oil isn't a marketable asset until it reaches a refinery. We can sell stock, of course, but we don't want to do much of that unless we're forced to it. Our play is to keep control and not let any other interest into oust us. It's going to take some scratching. Looks like.

Starting point is 05:17:02 like, agreed Bob. Any use trying the bank here? I'll try it, but we'll not accept any call loan. They say steelman owns the bank. He won't let us have money unless there's some nigger in the woodpile. I'll probably have to try Denver. That'll take time. Yes, and time's one thing we haven't got too much of. Whoever underwrites this for us will send an expert back with me and will wait for his report before making a loan. We'll have to talk it over with Crawford and find out how much treasury stock will have to sell locally to keep the business going till I make a raise. You and the old man decide that, Dave. I can't get away from here till we get number three roped and muzzled. I'll vote for whatever you two say. An hour later, Dave rode back to town.

Starting point is 05:17:55 End of Chapter 27. Chapter 28 of Gunside Pass, How Oil Came to the Cattle Country and brought a new west by William McLeod Rain. This Liebervox recording is in the public domain. Dave meets a financier. On more careful consideration, Crawford and Sanders decided against trying to float the jackpot with local money, except by the sale of enough stock to keep going until the company's affairs could be put on a substantial basis. To apply to the Malapie Bank for a loan would be to expose their financial condition to Steelman,

Starting point is 05:18:35 and it was certain that he would permit no accommodation except upon terms that would make it possible to wreck the company. I'm taking the train for Denver tomorrow, Dave, the older man said. You stay here for two, three days, and sell enough stock to keep us off the rocks. Then you hop foot it for Denver, too. By the time you get there, I'll have it all fixed up with the governor about a pardon. Dave found no difficulty in disposing of a limited amount of stock in Malapie at a good price. This done, he took the stage for the junction and followed Crawford to Denver. An unobtrusive little man with large white teeth showing stood in line behind him at the ticket window.

Starting point is 05:19:17 His destination also, it appeared, was the Colorado Capitol. If Dave had been a believer in fairy tales, he might have thought himself the hero of one. A few days earlier, he had come. to Malapie on this same train in a day coach, poorly dressed, with no job and no prospects in in life. He had been poor, discredited, a convict on parole. Now he wore good clothes, traveled in a poolman, ate in the diner, was a man of consequence, and, at least on paper, was on the road to wealth. He would put up at the Albany instead of a cheap rooming house, and he would meet on legitimate business some of the big financial men to the West. The thing was hardly

Starting point is 05:20:02 thinkable, yet a turn-of-the-wheel fortune had done it for him in an hour. The position in which Sanders found himself was possible only because Crawford himself was a financial babe in the woods. He had borrowed large sums of money often, but always from men who trusted him and held his word as better security than collateral. The cattleman was of the outdoors type, to whom the letter of the law means little. A debt was a debt, and a piece of paper with his name on it did not make payment any more obligatory.

Starting point is 05:20:36 If he had known more about capital and its methods of finding an outlet, he would never have sent so unsophisticated a man as Dave Sanders on such a mission. For Dave, too, was a child in the business world. He knew nothing of the inside deals by which industrial enterprises are underwritten and corporations managed.

Starting point is 05:20:56 It was, he supposed, sufficient for his purpose that the company for which he wanted backing was sure to pay large dividends when properly put on its feet. But Dave had assets of value even for such a task. He had a single-track mind. He was determined even to obstinacy. He thought straight and so directly that he could walk through subtleties without knowing they existed. When he reached Denver, he discovered that Crawford, had followed the governor to the western part of the state, where that official had gone to open

Starting point is 05:21:31 a sectional fair. Sanders had no credentials except a letter of introduction to the manager of the stockyards. What can I do for you? asked that gentleman. He was quite willing to exert himself moderately as a favor to Emerson Crawford, vice president of the American Lives Stock Association. I want to meet Horace Graham. I can give you a note of introduction to him. You'll probably have to get an appointment with him through his secretary. He's a tremendously busy man. Dave's talk with the great man's secretary over the telephone was not satisfactory.

Starting point is 05:22:08 Mr. Graham, he learned, had every moment full for the next two days, after which he would leave for a business trip to the east. There were other wealthy men in Denver who might be induced to finance a jackpot, but Dave intended to see Graham first. The big railroad builder was a fighter, He was hammering through, in spite of heavy opposition from Transcontinental Lines,

Starting point is 05:22:32 a shortcut across the Rocky Mountains from Denver. He was a pioneer, one who would take a chance on a good thing in the plunging, Western Way. And his rugged, clean-cut character was much that appealed to the managers of the jackpot. Sanders called at the financier's office and sent in his card by the youthful Cerberus who kept watch at the gate. The card got no farther than the great man's private secretary. After wait of more than an hour, Dave made overtures to the boy. A dollar passed from him to the youth and established a friendly relation. What's the best way to reach Mr. Graham, son?

Starting point is 05:23:12 I've got important business that won't wait. Dano, he's awful busy. You ain't got no appointment. Can you get a note to him? I've got a $5 bill for you if you can. "'I'll take a whirl at it, just before he goes to lunch.' Dave penciled a line on a card. "'If you are not too busy to make $100,000 today,

Starting point is 05:23:34 you had better see me.' He signed his name. Ten minutes later the office boy caught Graham as he rose to leave for lunch. The big man read the note. "'What kind of looking fellow is he?' he asked the boy. "'Kind a solemn-looking guy, sir.' The boy remembered the dollar received on account, and the $5 on the horizon.

Starting point is 05:23:56 Big, straight-standing, honest fellow, from Arizona or Texas maybe, look good to me. The financier frowned down at the note and doubt, twisting it in his fingers. A dozen times a week his privacy was assailed by some crazy inventor or crook promoter. He remembered that he had had a letter

Starting point is 05:24:15 from someone about this man. Something of strength in the chirography of the note in his hand and something of simple directness in the wording decided him to give an interview. Show him in, he said abruptly, and while he waited in the office, raided himself for his folly and wasting time. Underneath bushy brows,

Starting point is 05:24:34 steel-gray eyes took Dave in shrewdly. Well, what is it? snapped the millionaire. The new gusher in the Malapie pool, answered Sanders at once, and his gaze was as steady as that of the big state builder. You represent the parties that own it? Yes, and you want? financial backing to put it on its feet until we can market the product.

Starting point is 05:24:56 Why don't you work through your local bank? Another oil man, an enemy of our company, controls the Malapi Bank. Graham fired question after question at him, crisply abruptly, and Sanders gave him back straight, short answers. Sit down, ordered the railroad builder, resuming his own seat. Tell me the whole story of the company. Dave told it, and in the telling, he found it necessary to sketched the Crawford-Steilman feud. He brought himself into the narrative as little as possible,

Starting point is 05:25:28 but the grizzled millionaire drew enough from him to set Graham's eyes to sparkling. Come back tomorrow at noon, decided the great man. I'll let you know my decision then. The young man knew he was dismissed, but left the office elated. Graham had been favorably impressed. He liked the proposition, believed in its legitimacy and its possibilities. Dave felt sure he would send an expert to Malapie with him to report on it as an investment. If so, he would almost certainly agree to put money on it. The man with prominent white front teeth had followed Dave to the office of Horace Graham, had seen him enter, and later had seen him come out with a look on his face that told a victory.

Starting point is 05:26:11 The man tried to get admittance to the financier and failed. He went back to his hotel and wrote a short letter which he signed with a fictitious name. This he sent by special delivery to Graham. The letter was brief and to the point. It said, Don't do business with David Sanders without investigating his record. He is a horse thief and a convicted murderer. Some months ago, he was paroled from the penitentiary at Canyon City and since then has been in several shooting scrapes. He was accused of robbing a stage and murdering the driver less than a week ago. Graham read the letter and called in his private secretary. McMurray, get Canyon City on the phone and find out if a man called David Sanders was

Starting point is 05:26:56 released from the penitentiary there lately. If so, what was he in for? Describe the man to the warden, under 25, tall, straight as an Indian, strongly built, looks at you level and steady, brown hair, steel blue eyes. Do it now. Before he left the office at him, he, he left the office at afternoon, Graham had before him a typewritten memorandum from his secretary covering the case of David Sanders. End of Chapter 28. Chapter 29 of Gunside Pass, how oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McLeod rain.

Starting point is 05:27:39 This Libravox recording is in the public domain. Three in consultation. The grizzled railroad builder fixed Sanders with an eye that had read into the soul of many a shirker and many. a dishonest schemer. How long have you been with the jackpot company? Not long, only a few days. How much stock do you own?

Starting point is 05:28:01 Ten thousand shares. How did you get it? It was voted me by the directors for saving jackpot number three from an attack of steelman's men. Graham's gaze bored into the eyes of his collar. He waited just a moment to give his question full emphasis. Mr. Sanders, what were you doing six months ago? I was serving time in the penitentiary, came the immediate, quiet retort.

Starting point is 05:28:27 What for? For manslaughter. You didn't tell me this yesterday. No, it has no bearing on the value of the proposition I submitted to you, and I thought it might prejudice you against it. Have you been in any trouble since you left prison? Dave hesitated. The blazer of railroad trails wrapped out a sharp explanatory question. Any shooting scrapes?

Starting point is 05:28:51 A man shot at me in Malapie. I was unarmed. That all? Another man fired at me out at the jackpot. I was unarmed then. Were you accused of holding up a stage, robbing it, and killing the driver? No, I was 20 miles away at the time of the holdup

Starting point is 05:29:09 and have evidence to prove it. Then you were mentioned in connection with the robbery. If so, only by my enemies. One of the robbers was captured and made a full confession. He showed where the stolen gold. Gold was cashed and it was recovered. The great man looked with chilly eyes at the young fellow standing in front of him. He had a sense of having been tricked and imposed upon.

Starting point is 05:29:32 I have decided not to accept your proposition to cooperate with you in financing the jackpot company, Mr. Sanders. Horace Graham pressed an electric button and a clerk appeared. Show this gentleman out, Hervey. But Sanders stood his ground. Nobody could have guessed from his stolid imperturbability, how much he was depressed at this unexpected failure. Do I understand that you are declining this loan

Starting point is 05:29:57 because I am connected with it, Mr. Graham? I do not give a reason, sir. The loan does not appeal to me, the railroad builder said with chilly finality. It appealed to you yesterday, persisted Dave. But not today. Hervey, I will see Mr. Gates at once. Tell McMurray so.

Starting point is 05:30:17 Reluctantly, Dave followed the clerk out of the room. He had been checking. but he did not know how. In some way, Steelman had got to the financier with this story that had damned the project. The new treasure of the jackpot company was much distressed. If his connection with the company was going to have this effect, he must resign at once. He walked back to the hotel, and in the corridor of the Albany met a big bluff cattleman, the memory of whose kindness leaped across the years to warm his heart. You don't remember me, Mr. West?

Starting point is 05:30:52 The owner of the 54-quarter circle looked at the young man and gave a little whoop. Damn my skin, if it ain't the boy who bluffed the whole railroad system into letting him reload stock for me. He hooked an arm under Dave's and led him straight to the bar. Where you been? What's you doing?

Starting point is 05:31:10 Why didn't you come to see me soon as you got out of a job? What do you have, boy? Dave named Ginger Ale. They lifted glasses. How? How? Now you tell me all about it, said West presently,

Starting point is 05:31:26 land in the way to a lounge seat in the mezzanine gallery. Sanders answered at first in monosyllables, but presently he found himself telling the story of his failure to enlist Horace Graham in the jackpot property as a backer. The cattlemen began to rumple his hair, just as he had done years ago in moments of excitement. Wish I'd known, boy. I've been acquainted with Horace Graham ever since he ran a hardware store in Larimer Street, and that's most thirty years ago. I'd have gone with you to see him. Maybe I can see him now. You can't change the facts, Mr. West. When he knew I was a convict, he threw the whole thing overboard.

Starting point is 05:32:05 The voice of a page in the lobby rose and sing-song. Mr. Sanders! Mr. Sanders! Dave stepped to the railing and called down. I'm Mr. Sanders. Who wants me? A man near the desk waved a paper and shouted. Hello, Dave. News for you, son. I'll come up. The speaker was Crawford. He shook hands with Dave and with West while he ejaculated his news and jets.

Starting point is 05:32:35 I got it, son. Got it right here. Came back with the governor this morning, called together Pardon Board. Here it is. Clean Bill of Health, son, resolutions of regret for miscarriage of justice. Big story front page's afternoon papers. Dave smiled sardonically. You're just a few hours late, Mr. Crawford. Graham turned us down cold this morning because I'm a penitentiary bird.

Starting point is 05:33:01 He did. Crawford began to boil inside. Well, he can go rot plumb to Yuma. Anybody so small as that. Hold your ha, Sazam, said West, smiling. Graham didn't know the facts. If you was a capitalist and thinking of loaning big money to a man you found out had been in prison for manslaughter and that he had since been accused of robbing a stage

Starting point is 05:33:24 and killing the driver, he was in a hurry, explained Dave, going east tomorrow. Someone must have got to him after I saw him. He made up his mind when I went back today. Well, Horace Graham ain't one of those who won't change his views for heaven, hell, and high water. All we've got to do is get to him and make him see the light. said West. When are we going to do all that? asked Sanders.

Starting point is 05:33:47 He's busy every minute at the time until he starts. He won't give us an appointment. He'll see me. We're old friends, predicted West confidently. Crestfallen, he met the two officers of the jackpot company three hours later. Couldn't get to him. Sent word out he was sorry and how was Mrs. West and children, but he was in conference and couldn't break away. Dave nodded.

Starting point is 05:34:13 He had expected this and prepared for it. I found out he's going on the eight o'clock flyer. You going to be busy tomorrow, Mr. West? No, I got business at the stockyards, but I can put it off. Then I'll get tickets for Omaha on the flyer. Graham will take his private car. We'll break in and put this thing up to him. He was friendly to our proposition before he got the wrong slant on it.

Starting point is 05:34:37 If he's open-minded, as Mr. West says he is, Crawford slapped an open hand on his thigh. Say, you get the best ideas, son. We'll do just that. I'll check up and make sure Graham's going on the flyer, said the young man. If we fall down, we'll lose only a day. Come back when we meet the night train. I reckon we won't have to get tickets clear through to Omaha. Fine and dandy, agreed West.

Starting point is 05:35:03 We'll sure see Graham if we have to bust the door of his car. End of Chapter 29. Chapter 30 of Gunside Pass. came to the cattle country and brought a new West by William McLeod Rain. This Libravox recording is in the public domain. On the flyer West, his friend's not in evidence, artfully waylaid Graham on his way to the private car. Hello, Henry B, sorry I couldn't see you yesterday, the railroad builder told West as they shook hands.

Starting point is 05:35:41 You taking this tram? Yes, sir. Got business takes me east. Drop in to see me sometime this morning. say about noon, you'll have lunch with me. Suits me, about noon then, agreed West. The conspirators modified their plans to meet a new strategic situation. West was still of opinion that he had better use his card of entry to get his friends

Starting point is 05:36:05 into the railroad builder's car, but he yielded to Dave's view that it would be wiser for the cattlemen to pave the way at luncheon. Graham's secretary ate lunch with the two old-timers, and the conversation threatened to get away from West and hover about financial conditions in New York. The cattleman brought it by awkward main force to the subject he had in mind. Say, Horace, I want to talk with you about a proposition that's on my chest, he broke out. Graham helped himself to a lamb chop. Sail in, Henry B, you got me at your mercy.

Starting point is 05:36:40 At the first mention of the jackpot gusher, the financier raised a prohibitive hand. I've disposed of that matter, no use reopening it. But West stuck to his guns. I ain't aiming to try to change your mind on a matter of business, horse. If you'll tell me that you turned down the proposition because it didn't look to you like there was money in it, I'll curl right up and not say another word. It doesn't matter why I turned it down. I have my reasons.

Starting point is 05:37:10 It matters if you're doing an injustice to one of the finest young fellows I know, insisted the New Mexican staunchly. Meaning the convict? Call him that if you've a mind to. The governor pardon him yesterday because another man confessed he did the killin for which Dave was convicted. The boy was railroaded through on false evidence.

Starting point is 05:37:32 The railroad builder was a fair-minded man. He did not want to be unjust to anyone. At the same time, he was not one to jump easily from one view to another. I noticed something in the papers about a pardon, but I didn't know was our young oil promoter. There are other rumors about him, too, a stage robbery, for instance, and a murder with it. He and M. Crawford ran down the robbers and got the money back. One of the robbers confessed.

Starting point is 05:38:01 Dave hadn't a thing to do with the hold-up. There's a bad gang down in that country. Crawford and Sanders have been fighting him, so naturally they'll tell lies about him. Did you say this Sanders ran down one of the robbers? Yes. He didn't tell me that, said Graham thoughtfully. I like the young fellow when I first saw him. He looked quiet and strong.

Starting point is 05:38:25 A self-reliant fellow would be my guess. You bet he is, West laughed reminiscently. Let me tell you how I first met him. He told the story of how Dave had handled the stock shipment for him years before. Horace Graham nodded shrewdly. exactly the way I had him sized up till I began investigating him. Well, let's hear the rest. What more do you know about him?

Starting point is 05:38:49 The Albuquerque man told the other of Dave's conviction of how he had educated himself in the penitentiary of his return home and subsequent adventures there. There's a man back there, and the Pullman knows him like he was his own son, a straight man, none better in this western country. West concluded. Who is he? Mammerson Crawford of the D-Barr-Barr-Lay.

Starting point is 05:39:11 as he are a ranch. I've heard of him. He's in the jackpot company, too, isn't he? He's president of it. If he says the company's right, then it's right. Bring him to me. West reported to his friends, a large smile on the wrinkled face. I got him going south, boys. Come along, Em, it's up to you now. The big financier took one comprehensive look at Emerson Crawford and did not need any letter of recommendation. A vigorous honesty spoke. in the strong hand-grip, the genial smile, the level's steady eyes.

Starting point is 05:39:46 Tell me about this young desperado you gentlemen are trying to saw off on me, Graham directed, meeting the smile with another and offering cigars to his guests. Crawford told him. He began with the story of the time Sanders and Hart had saved him from the house of his enemy into which he had been betrayed. He related how the boy had pursued the men who stole his pinto, and the reasoning which had led him to take it without process of law. He told the true story of the killing of the young fellow's conviction, of his attempt to hold a job in Denver

Starting point is 05:40:17 without concealing his past, and of his busy week since returning to Malapie. All I've got to say is I hope my boy'll grow up to be as good a man as Dave Sanders, the cattleman finished, and he turned over to Graham a copy of the findings of the pardon board, of the pardon, and of the newspapers containing an account of the affair with a review of the causes that had led to the miscarriage of justice. Now about your jackpot company, what do you figure as the daily output of the gusher? asked Graham.

Starting point is 05:40:48 Don't know. It's a wail of a well. Seems to have tapped a great lake of oil half a mile underground. My driller Burns figures it at from 20 to 30,000 barrels a day. I can't even guess because I know so blamed little about oil. Graham looked out of the window at the

Starting point is 05:41:05 rushing landscape and tapped on the table with his fingertips absent mindedly. Presently, he announced a decision crisply. If you'll leave your papers here, I'll look them over and let you know what I'll do. When I'm ready, I'll send McMurray forward to you. An hour later, the secretary announced to the three men in the Pullman the decision of his chief. Mr. Graham has instructed me to tell you, gentlemen, he'll look into your proposition. I am wiring an oil expert in Denver to return with you to Malapie.

Starting point is 05:41:35 If his report is favorable, Mr. Graham will cooperate with you in devourable. developing the field. End of chapter 30. Chapter 31 of Gunside Pass, how oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McLeod rain. This Libravox recordings in the public domain. Two on the hilltops. It was a morning after his return.

Starting point is 05:42:04 Emerson Crawford helped himself to another fried egg from the platter and shook his knife at the bright-eyed girl opposite. I tell you, honey, the boy's a wonder, he insisted. knows what he wants and goes right after it. Don't waste any words. Don't beat around the bush. Don't let anyone bluff him out. Graham says if I don't want him,

Starting point is 05:42:24 he'll give him a responsible job pronto. The girl's trim head tilted to her father in a smile of sweet derision. She was pleased, but she did not intend to say so. I believe you're in love with Dave Sanders, Dad. It's about time for me to be jealous. Crawford defended himself. He's had a hard road,

Starting point is 05:42:45 ho, and he's coming out fine. I aim to give him every chance in the world to make good. It's up to us to stand by him. If he'll let us. Joyce jumped up and ran round the table to him. They were alone, Keith having departed with a top to join his playmates. She sat on the arm of his chair, straight, slim creature, very much alive, and pressed her face of flushed loveliness against his head. It won't be your fault, old duck, if things don't go well with him. You're good. The best ever, a Jim Dandy friend. But he's so, so, oh, I don't know, stiff as a poker. Acts as if he doesn't want to be friends, as if we're all ready to turn against him.

Starting point is 05:43:28 He makes me good and tired, Dad. Why can't he be human? Now, Joy, you got to remember that he was in prison and had an awful time of it. Oh, yes, I remember all that. He won't let us forget it. It's just like he held us off all the time. and insisted on us not forgetting it. I just like to shake the foolishness out of him.

Starting point is 05:43:50 A rueful little laugh welled from her throat at the thought. He can't be gay as Bob Har at all at once. Give him time. You're so partial to him you don't see when he's doing wrong, but I see it. Yesterday he hardly spoke when I met him. Ridiculous. It's all right for him to hold back

Starting point is 05:44:10 and be kind of reserved with outsiders, but with his friends, You and Bob and old Buck Byington and me, he ought not to shut himself up in an ice cave, and I'm going to tell him so. The cattleman's arms slid around her warm young body and drew her close. She was to him the dearest thing in the world, a never-failing, exquisite wonder, and mystery. Sometimes even now he was amazed that this rare spirit had found the breath of life through him. You want to remember, you're a little lady, he reproved.

Starting point is 05:44:44 wouldn't want to do anything you'd be sorry for, honeybug. I'm not so sure about that, she flushed, amusement rippling her face. Someone's got to blow up that young man like a Dutch uncle, and I think I'm elected. I'll try not to think about being a lady. Then I can do my full duty, Dad. It'll be fun to see how he takes it. Now, now, he remonstrated. It's all right to be proud, she went on. I wouldn't want to see him hold his head any lower. But there's no sense in being so offish that even his friends have to give him up. And that's what it'll come to if he acts the way he does.

Starting point is 05:45:22 Folks will stand just so much. Then they give up trying. I reckon you're right about that, Joy. Of course I'm right. You have to meet your friends halfway. Well, if you talk to him, don't hurt his feelings. There was a glint of mirth in her eyes, almost of friendly malice. I'm going to worry him about my feelings, Dad.

Starting point is 05:45:44 He'll not have time to think of his own. Joyce found her chance next day. She met David Sanders in front of a drug store. He would have passed with a bow if she had let him. What does the oil expert Mr. Graham sent think of our property? She asked presently, greetings having been exchanged. He hasn't given out any official opinion yet, but he's impressed. The report will be favorable, I think.

Starting point is 05:46:08 Isn't that good? Couldn't be better, he admitted. It was a warm day. Joyce glanced at the soda fountain and said demurely, "'My, but it's hot. Won't you come in and have an ice cream soda on me?' Dave flushed. "'If you'll go as my guest,' he said stiffly. "'How good of you to invite me?' she accepted, laughing but with a tint of warmer color in her cheeks. Rhythmically she moved beside him to a little table in the corner of the drugstore.

Starting point is 05:46:38 I own stock in the jackpot. You've got to give an accountant to me. Have you found a market yet? The whole southwest will be our market as soon as we can reach it. And when will that be? she asked. I'm having some haul to relieve the glut. The railroad will be operating inside of six weeks. We'll keep number three cap till then and go on drilling in other locations. Burns is spudding in a new well today. The clerk took their order and departed. They were quite alone. not within hearing of anybody. Joyce took her fear by the throat and plunged in. You mad at me, Mr. Sanders, she asked jauntily.

Starting point is 05:47:17 You know I'm not. How do I know it? she asked innocently. You say as little to me as you can and get away from me as quick as you can. Yesterday, for instance, you'd hardly say good morning. I didn't mean to be rude. I was busy, Dave felt acutely uncomfortable. I'm sorry if I didn't seem sociable. So was Mr. Hart busy, but he had time to stop and say a pleasant word.

Starting point is 05:47:43 The brown eyes challenged there vis-a-vis steadily. The young man found nothing to say. He could not explain that he had not lingered because he was given Bob a chance to see her alone, nor could he tell her that he felt it better for his peace of mind to keep away from her as much as possible. I'm not in the habit of inviting young men to invite me to take a soda, Mr. Sanders, she went on. This is my first offense. I never did it before and I never expect to again. I do hope the new well will come in a good one.

Starting point is 05:48:14 The last sentence was for the benefit of the clerk returning with the ice cream. Looks good, said Dave, playing up. Smut's showing, and you know that's a first-class sign. Bob said it was expected in today or tomorrow. I ask you because I have something to say to you, something I think one of your friends ought to say, and I'm going to do it, she could. concluded in a voice modulated just to reach him.

Starting point is 05:48:41 The clerk had left the glasses and the check. He was back at the fountain polishing the counter. Sanders waited in silence. He had learned to let the burden of conversation rest on his opponent, and he knew that Joyce just now was in that class. She hesitated, uncertain of her opening. Then, "'You're disappointing your friends, Mr. Sanders,' she said lightly.

Starting point is 05:49:04 He did not know what an effort it took to keep her voice from quavering, her hand from trembling as it rested on the onyx top of the table. I'm sorry, he said a second time. Perhaps it's our fault. Perhaps we haven't been friendly enough. The lifted eyes went straight into his. He found an answer unexpectedly difficult. No man has ever had more generous friends, he said at last, brusquely, his face set hard.

Starting point is 05:49:33 The girl guessed at the tense feeling back of his words. Let's walk, she replied, and he noticed that the eyes and mouth had softened to a tender smile. I can't talk here, Dave. They made a pretense of finishing their sodas, then walked out of the town into the golden autumn sunlight of the foothills. Neither of them spoke. She carried herself buoyantly, chin up, her face a flushed cameo of loveliness. As she took the uphill trail, a small breath of wind wrapped the white skirt about her slender limb. He found in her a new note, one of unaccustomed shyness.

Starting point is 05:50:11 The silence grew at last too significant. She was driven to break it. I suppose I'm foolish, she began haltingly, but I had been expecting all of us had that when you came home from Denver, the first time, I mean, you would be the old Dave Sanders we all knew and liked. We wanted our friendship to, to help make up to you for what you must have suffered.

Starting point is 05:50:36 suffered. We didn't think you would hold us off like this. His eyes narrowed. He looked the way at the cedars on the hills painted in lustrous blues and greens and purples, and at the slopes below burnt to exquisite color lights by the fires of fall. But what he saw was a gray prison wall with armed men in the towers. If I could tell you, he said in a whisper to himself, but she just caught the words. Won't you try, she said ever so gently. He could not sully her in essence by telling of the furtive whisperings that had fouled the prison life, made of it an experience degrading and corrosive. He told her instead of the externals of that existence, of how he had risen, dressed, eaten,

Starting point is 05:51:23 worked, exercised, and slept under orders. He described to her the cells, four by seven by seven, barred, built in tears, faced by narrow iron balconies, each containing a stool, a chair, a shelf, a bunk. In his effort to show her the chasm that separated him from her, he did not spare himself at all. Dryly and in clean-cut strokes, he showed her the sordidness of which he had been the victim

Starting point is 05:51:51 and left her to judge for herself of its evil effect on his character. When he had finished, he knew that he had failed. She wept for pity and murmured, You poor boy! You poor boy! He tried again, and this time he drew the moral. Don't you see? I'm a marked man, marked for life. He hesitated, then pushed on. You're fine and clean and generous.

Starting point is 05:52:20 What a good father and mother, and all this have made you. He swept his hand round and wide gesture to include the sun and the hills and all the brave life of the open. If I come too near you, don't you see, I taint you. I'm a man who is shut up because Fiddlesticks, you're a man who's been done a wrong. You mustn't grow morbid over it. After all, you've been found innocent.

Starting point is 05:52:46 That isn't what counts. I've been in the penitentiary. Nothing can wipe that out. The stain of it's all men can't be washed away. She turned on him with a little burst of feminine ferocity. How dare you talk that way, Dave Sanders? I want to be proud of you. We all do.

Starting point is 05:53:04 but how can we be if you give up like a quitter? Don't we all have to keep beginning our lives over and over again? Aren't we all forever getting into trouble and getting out of it? A man is as good as he makes himself. It doesn't matter what outside things have happened to him. Don't you dare tell me that my dad wouldn't be worth loving if he'd been in prison 40 times. The color crept into his face. I'm not quitting. I'm going through.

Starting point is 05:53:32 The point is whether I'm to ask my friends to carry my load for me. What are your friends for, she demanded, and her eyes were like stars in a field of snow. Don't you see? It's an insult to assume they don't want to stand with you in your trouble. You've been warped. You're eaten up with vain pride. Joyce bit her lip to choke back a swelling in her throat. The Dave Sanders we used to know wasn't like that. He was friendly and sweet. When folks were kind to him, he was kind to them. He wasn't like, like an old poker.

Starting point is 05:54:07 She fell back helplessly on the simile she had used with her father. I don't blame you for feeling that way, he said gently. When I first came out, I did think I'd play a lone hand. I was hard and bitter and defiant. But when I met you all again and found you were just like home folks, all of you so kind and good, far beyond and. any claims I had on you. Why, Miss Joyce, my heart went out to my old friends with a rush. It sure did. Maybe I had to be stiff to keep from being mushy.

Starting point is 05:54:42 Oh, if that's it, her eager face flushed and tender, nodded approval. But you've got to look at this my way, too, he urged. I can't repay your father's kindness. Yes, and yours too, by letting folks couple your name, even in friendship with a man who, She turned on him, glowing with color. Now that's absurd, Dave Sanders. I'm not a nice little china doll. I'm a flesh and blood girl, and I'm not a statue on a pedestal.

Starting point is 05:55:12 I got to live just like other people. The trouble with you is that you want to be generous, but you don't want to give other folks a chance to be. Let's stop this foolishness and be sure enough friends, Dave. He took her outstretched hand in his brown palm, smiling down at her. All right, I know when I'm beaten. She beamed. That's the first honest-to-goodness smile I've seen on your face since you came back.

Starting point is 05:55:39 I got millions of them in my system, he promised. I've been hoarding them up for years. Don't hoard them anymore. Spend them, she urged. I'll take that prescription, Dr. Joyce. And he spent one as evidence of good faith. The soft and shining oval of her face rippled with gladness as a mountain-lake sparkles with sunshine and a light summer breeze. I found again that Dave boy I lost,

Starting point is 05:56:05 she told him. You won't lose him again, he answered, pushing into the hinterland of his mind the reflection that a man cannot change the color of his thinking in an hour. We thought he'd gone away for good. I'm so glad he hasn't. No, he's been here all the time, but he's been obeying the orders of a man who told him he had no business to be alive. He looked at her, with deep and scrutable eyes. As a boy, he had been shy but impulsive. The fires of discipline had given him remarkable self-restraint. She could not tell he was finding in her face

Starting point is 05:56:41 the quality to inspire in a painter a great picture, the expression of that brave young faith which made her a touchstone to find the gold in his soul. Yet, in his gravity was something that disturbed her blood. Was she fanning to flame-banked fires better dormant? She felt a compunction for what she had done. Maybe she had been unwomanly. It is a penalty-impulsive people have to pay

Starting point is 05:57:07 that later they must consider whether they have been bold and presumptuous. Her spirits began to drop when she should logically have been celebrating her success. But Dave walked on mountaintops tipped with mellow gold. He threw off the weight that had oppressed his spirits for years and was for the hour a boy again. She had exercised the gloom in which he walked. He looked down on a magnificent flaming desert, and it was good. Today was his.

Starting point is 05:57:37 Tomorrow was his. All the tomorrows of the world were in his hand. He refused to analyze the causes of his joy. It was enough that beside him moved with charming diffidence, the woman of his dreams, that with her soft hands she had torn down the barrier between them. And now I don't know whether I've done Right, she said ruefully. Dad warned me I'd better be careful, but of course, I always know best.

Starting point is 05:58:04 I rush in. You've done me a million dollars worth of good. I needed some good friend to tell me just what you have. Please don't regret it. Well, I won't, she added in a hesitant murmur. You won't misunderstand. His look turned aside the long-lashed eyes and brought a faint flush of pink to her cheeks. No, I'll not do that, he said. End of Chapter 31. Chapter 32 of Gunside Pass, how oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McLeod rain. Miss Libravox recording is in the public domain. Dave becomes an office man. From Graham came a wire a week after the return of the oil expert to Denver. It read, report satisfactory, can you come at once and arrange with me plan of organization?

Starting point is 05:59:04 Sanders was on the next train. He was still much needed at Malapie to look after getting supplies and machinery and to arrange for a wagon train of oil teams, but he dropped or delegated this work for the more important call that had just come. His contact with Graham uncovered a new side of the state builder, one that was to impress him in all the big businessmen he meant. They might, be pleasant socially and bear him a friendly goodwill, but when they met to arrange details of a financial plan, they always wanted their pound of flesh. Graham drove a hard bargain with him. He tied the company fast by legal control of its affairs until his debt was satisfied. He exacted a bonus in the form of stock that fairly took the breath of the young man with whom he

Starting point is 05:59:51 was negotiating. They fought him round by round and found the great man smooth and impervious as polished agate. Yet Dave liked him. When they met at lunch, as they did more than once, the grizzled Westerner who had driven a line of steel across almost impassable mountain passes was simple and frank and talk. He had taken a fancy to this young fellow, and he let him know it. Perhaps he found something of his own engaging, dogged youth in the strong-jawed range rider. Does a financier always hog-tie a proposition before he backs it? Dave asked. him once with a sardonic gleam in his eye, always. No matter how much he trusts the people he's doing business with, he bonds them hard and fast just the same. It's the only way to do. Give away as

Starting point is 06:00:42 much money as you want to, but when you loan money, look after your security like a hawk. Even when you're dealing with friends? Especially when you're dealing with friends, corrected the older man. otherwise you're likely not to have your friends long. Don't believe I want to be a financier, decided Sanders. It takes the hot blood out of you, admitted Graham. I'm not sure if I had my life to live over again, knowing what I know now, that I wouldn't choose the outdoors like Weston Crawford. Sanders was very sure which choice he would like to make.

Starting point is 06:01:20 He was at present embarked on the business of making money through oil, but someday he meant to go back to the serenity of a ranch. There were times when he left the conferences with Graham or his lieutenants sick at heart because of the uphill battle he must fight to protect his associates. From Denver he went east to negotiate for some oil tanks and material with which to construct reservoirs. His trip was a flying one. He entrained from Malapy once more to look after the loose ends

Starting point is 06:01:50 that had been accumulating locally in his absence. A road had to be built across a desert. Contracts must be let for hauling away the crude oil. A hundred details awaited his attention. He worked day and night. Often he slept only a few hours. He grew lean in body and curt of speech. Lines came into his face that had not been there before.

Starting point is 06:02:15 But at his work, apparently, he was tireless as steel springs. Meanwhile, Brad Steelman mulled to undermine the company. Dave's men finished building a bridge across a gulch late one day. It was blown up into kindling wood by dynamite that night. Wagons broke down unexpectedly. Shipments of supplies failed to arrive. Engines were mysteriously smashed. The sabotage was skillful.

Starting point is 06:02:43 Steelman's agents left no evidence that could be used against them. More than one of them, Hart and Sanders agreed, were spies who had found employment with the jackpot. One or two men were discharged on suspicion, even though complete evidence against them was lacking. The responsibility that had been thrust on Dave brought out in him unsuspected business capacity. During his prison days, there had developed in him a quality of leadership.

Starting point is 06:03:12 He had been more than once in charge of a road-building gang of convicts and had found that men naturally turned to him for guidance. But not until Crawford had shifted to his shoulders the burdens of the jackpot did he know that he had it in him to grapple with organization on a fairly large scale. He worked without nerves day in, day out, concentrating in a way that brought results. He never let himself get impatient with details. Thoroughness had long since become the habit of his life. To this he added a sane common sense. Jackpot number four came in a good well.

Starting point is 06:03:49 though not a phenomenal one like its predecessor. Number five was already halfway down to the sands. Meanwhile, the railroad crept near. Malapy was already talking of its big celebration when the first engine should come to town. Its council have voted to change the name of the place to Bonanza. The tide was turning against Steelman. He was still a very rich man,

Starting point is 06:04:14 but he seemed no longer to be a lucky one. He brought in a dry well. On another location, the cable had pulled out of the socket, and a 40-foot auger stem and bit lay at the bottom of a whole 1,500 feet deep. His best producer was beginning to cough a weak and intermittent flow, even under steady pumping. And to add to his troubles, a quiet little man had dropped into town to investigate one of his companies.

Starting point is 06:04:41 He was a government agent, and the rumor was that he was gathering evidence. Sanders met Thomas on the street. He had not seen him since the prospector had made his wild ride for safety with the two outlaws hard on his heels. Glad you made it, Mr. Thomas, said Dave. Good bit of strategy. When they reached the notch, Shorty and Doble never once looked to see if we were around. They lit out after you on the jump.

Starting point is 06:05:08 Did they come close to getting you? It looked like bullets would be flying. I won't say who would have got who if they had, he said modestly. But I was looking for no trouble. I don't aim to be one of these here fire-eaters, but I'll fight like a wildcat when I got to. The prospector looked defiantly at Sanders, bristling like a bantam which had been challenged.

Starting point is 06:05:28 We certainly owe you something for the way you drew the outlaws off our trail, Dave said gravely. Say, have you heard how the government is getting after Steelman? He's a wily bird, old Brad is, but he slipped up when he sent out his advertising for the great mogul. A photographer faked a gusher for him, and they send it out on the circulars. Sanders nodded without comment.

Starting point is 06:05:50 Steelman can make him flow on paper anyhow, Thomas chortled, but he's sure in a kettle of hot water this time. Mr. Steelman is enterprising, David admitted dryly. Say, Mr. Sanders, have you heard what's become a shorty and doble? The prospector asked, lapsing into ill-concealed anxiety. I see the sheriff has got a handbill out offering a reward for their arrest and conviction. You don't reckon these fellows would bear me any, grudge, do you? No, but I wouldn't travel in the hills alone if I were you. If you happened to

Starting point is 06:06:21 meet them, they might make things unpleasant. They're both killers. I'm a peaceable citizen, as the fellow says. Of course, if they crowd me to the wall, they won't, Dave assured him. He knew that the outlaws, if the chance ever came for them, would strike at higher game than Thomas. They would try to get either Crawford or Sanders himself. The treasure of the jackpot did not fool himself, with any false promises of safety. The two men in the hills were desperate characters, game as any in the country, gunfighters, and they owed both him and Crawford a debt

Starting point is 06:06:56 they would spare no pains to settle in full. Someday, there would come an hour of a counten. End of Chapter 33 of Gunside Pass, how oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McLeod Rain. This Librevox recording is in the public door. Domain. On the Dodge. Up in the hills back a Bear Canyon, two men were camping. They breakfast on slow elk, coffee,

Starting point is 06:07:30 and flour and water biscuits. When they had finished, they washed their tin dishes with sand in the running brook. Might's well be hitting the trail, one growled. The other nodded, without speaking, rose lazily and began to pack the camp outfit. Presently, when he had arranged the load to his satisfaction, he threw the diamond hitch and stood back to take a chewed tobacco while he surveyed his work. He was a squat, heavyset man with a chihuahua hat. Also, he was a two-gun man. After a moment, he circled a narrow weed thicket and moved into the chaperow where his horse was hobbled. The man who had spoken rose with one lithe twist of his big body. His eyes hard and narrow watched the shorter man disappear in the brush. Then he turned swiftly and strode to

Starting point is 06:08:18 the shoulder of the ridge. In the heavy undergrowth of dry weeds and grass, he stopped and tested the wind with a bandana handkerchief. The breeze was steady and fairly strong. It blew down the canyon toward the foothills beyond. The man stripped from a scrub oak a handful of leaves. They were very brittle and crumbled in his hand. A match flared out. His palm cupped it for a moment to steady the blaze before he touched it to the crisp foliage. Into a nest of twigs he thrust the small flame. The twigs dry as powder from a four-month drought, crackled like miniature fireworks.

Starting point is 06:08:57 The grass caught, and a small line of fire ran quickly out. The man rose, on his brown face was an evil smile, in his hard eyes something malevolent and sinister. The wind would do the rest. He walked back toward the camp. At the shoulder crest, he turned to look back. From out of the chaperow, a thin column of pale gray smoke was rising. His companions stamped out the remains of the breakfast fire

Starting point is 06:09:25 and threw dirt on the ashes to make sure no live ember could escape in the wind. Then he swung to the saddle. Ready, Doug, he asked. The big man growled an ascent and followed him over the summit into the valley beyond. Country needs rain bad, the man in the Chihuahua hat commented. Don't know as I recollect a drier season. The big hawk-nosed man by his side cackled in his throat with short splenetic mirth. It'll be some drier before the rains, he prophesied.

Starting point is 06:09:58 They climbed out of the valley to the rim. The short man was bringing up the rear along the narrow trail ribbon. He turned in the saddle to look back, a hand on his horse's rump. Perhaps he did this because the power of suggestion. Several times Doble had already swung his head to scan with a searching gaze the other side of the valley. Macerel clouds were floating near the horizon in a sky of blue. Was that or was it not smoke just over the brow of the hill? Can't be our campfire, the squat man said aloud.

Starting point is 06:10:30 I smothered that proper. Them's clouds, pronounced Doble quickly. Clouds and some mist rising from the gulch. "'I reckon,' agreed the other with no sure conviction. "'Dobel must be right, of course. "'No fire had been in evidence when they left the camping ground, "'and he was sure he had stamped out the one that had cooked the biscuits. "'Yet that stringy-gray film certainly looked like smoke.

Starting point is 06:10:55 "'He hung in the wind half of mine to go back and make sure. "'Fire in the chaparral now would do untold damage.' "'Shorty looked at Dobel. "'If that's fire, Doug.' "'It ain't no chance,' snapped the ex-forman. "'We'll travel if you don't feel called on to go back and stomp out the miss, Shorty,' he added with sarcasm. The cow-puncher took the trail again. Like many men, he was not proof against a sneer. Doug was probably right, Shorty decided, and he did not want to make a fool of himself.

Starting point is 06:11:29 Doble would ride him with heavy jeers all day. An hour later, they rested their horses on the divide. To the west lay Malapy and the... the plains, eastward were the heaven-pricking peaks. A long, bright line zigzagged across the desert and reflected the sun rays. It was the bed of the new road already spiked with shining rails. "'I'm going to town,' announced Doble. Shorty looked at him in surprise. "'Want to see your picture, I reckon. It's on a heap of telegraph poles I've been told,' he said grinning. Today went on the ex-formin stubbornly. Big raw-bone guy hooked no.

Starting point is 06:12:08 nose, leather face, never took no prize as the ladies' man. A wildcat in a rough house, and sudden death on the draw, extemporized the rustler, presumably from his conception of the reward poster. I'll lie in the chaperil till night and ride in after dark. With the impulsiveness of his kind, Shorty fell in with the idea. He was hungry for the flesh pots of Malappi. If they dropped in late at night, stayed a few hours, and kept undercover, it could probably slip out of town undetected.

Starting point is 06:12:39 The recklessness of his nature found an appeal in the danger. Damn if I don't trail along, Doug. Your say so about that. Like to see my own picture on the polls. Sawed off little runt, straight black hair, some bow-legged, wears two guns real low, don't you monkey with him unless you're hell a mile with a six-shooter. One thousand dollars reward for arrest and conviction.

Starting point is 06:13:04 Same for the big guy. "'Fellow that gets one of them rewards will earn it,' said Doble grimly. "'Gos double,' agreed Shorty. "'He'll earn it even if he don't live to spend it, which he's liable not to.' They headed their horses to the west. As they drew down from the mountains, they left the trail and took to the brush. They wound in and out among the mesquite and the cactus, bearing gradually to the north and into the foothills above the town.

Starting point is 06:13:31 When they reached Frio Canyon, they swung off into a timbered pocket debouching from it, Here they unsaddled and lay down to wait for night. End of Chapter 33. Chapter 34 of Gunside Pass, How Oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McLeod Rain. This Libravox recording is in the public domain. A pleasant evening. Brad Steelman sat hunched before a fire of pinion knots,

Starting point is 06:14:04 head drooped low between his high, narrow shoulders. The restless black eyes in the dark hatchet face were sunk deep, now than in the old days. In them was beginning to come the hunted look of the gray wolf he resembled. His nerves were not what they had been, and even in his youth they were not of the best. He had a way of looking back furtively over his shoulder, as though some sinister shadow were creeping toward him out of the darkness. Three taps on the window brought his head up with a jerk. His lax fingers crept to the butt of a colt's revolver. He waited listening. The taps were repeated.

Starting point is 06:14:44 Steelman sidled to the door and opened it cautiously. A man pushed in and closed the door. He looked at the sheetman, and he laughed shortly in an ugly, jeering way. Scared, Brad? The host moistened his lips. What of, Doug? Don't ask me, said the big man, scornfully. You always had about as much sand in your craw as a rabbit.

Starting point is 06:15:06 Did you come here to make trouble, Doug? No, I came to collect a bird. bill. So, didn't know I owed you any money right now. How much is it? Steelman, as a leader of his gang, was used to levies upon his purse when his followers had gone broke. He judged that he would have to let Doble have about twenty-five dollars now. A thousand dollars. Brad shot a quick side-long look at him. What's wrong now, Doug? The ex-forman of the D-Barr-Lazy-R took his time to answer. He enjoyed the suspense under which his ally was held. Why, I reckon nothing at all. Only that this morning I put a match to about a couple of hundred thousand dollars belonging to Crawford

Starting point is 06:15:53 Sanders and Hart. Eagerly, Steelman clutched his arm. You did it then. Didn't I say I'd do it? Snapped Doble irritably. Do you ever know me to rue back on a bargain? Never. Was more you never will. I fired the chaper all above Bear Canyon. The wind was bright. Inside a 24 hours a jackpot location will go up and smoke. Derrick's pumps, shacks, and oil. The whole caboodles doomed sure as I'm a foot high. The face of the older man looked more wolfish than ever. He rubbed his hands together, washing one over the other so that each in turn was massaged. Hell's bells. I'm sure glad to hear it. Fire got a good start, you say? I tell you the whole country will go up like powder. If Steelman had not just reached Nalappi from a visit to one of his sheep camps,

Starting point is 06:16:45 he would have known what everybody else in town knew by this time, that the range for fifty miles was in danger and that hundreds of volunteers were out fighting the menace. His eyes glistened. I'll not wear more than none if it does just that. I'm telling you what it'll do, Doble insisted dogmatically. Shorty with you? He was, and he wasn't.

Starting point is 06:17:09 I did it while he wasn't looking. He was saddling his horse in the brush. Don't make any breaks to him. Shorty's got a soft spot in him. Game enough, but with queer notions. Sometime I'm liable to have to. Doble left his sentence suspended in air, but Steelman, looking into his bleak eyes, knew what the man meant.

Starting point is 06:17:31 What's wrong with him now, Doug? Well, he's been wrong ever since I had to bump off Tim Harrigan. Talks about a fair break, as if I had a chance to let the old man get to a gun. No, I'm not so awful sure-assuredy. Better watch him. If you see him make any false moves, Doble watched him with a taunting, scornful eye. What'll I do? The other man's gaze fell. Why, you got to protect yourself, Doug, ain't you? How? The narrow shoulders lifted. For a moment, the small black eyes met those of the big man. Whatever way seems best to you, Doug, murmured Steelman evasively.

Starting point is 06:18:13 Doble slapped his dusty hat against his thigh. He laughed without mirth or geniality. If you don't beat old Nick, Brad, I wonder was you ever out and out straight forward in your life just once? I don't reckon you sure enough feel that way, Doug, whined the older man ingratiatingly. Far as that goes, I'm not making any. claims that I love my enemies, but you can't say I throw off on my friends. You always know where

Starting point is 06:18:40 I'm at. Sure I know, retorted Doble bluntly. You're on the inside of a heap of rotten deals. So my, but I admit it and you won't. Well, I don't look at it that way, but there's no use arguing. What about that fire? Sure it got a good start? I looked back from across the valley. It was traveling good. If the wind don't change, it will sure do a lot of damage to the jackpot. Liable to spoil some of Crawford's range, too. I'll take that thousand in cash, Brad, the big man said, letting himself down into the easiest chair he could find and rolling a cigarette. As soon as I know it did the work, Doug, I'm here telling you it'll make a clean-up. We'll know by morning. I haven't got the money

Starting point is 06:19:25 with me anyhow. It's in the bank. Get as soon as you can. I expect to light out again, Pronto. This town's on healthy for me. you stay, asked Brad. With my friend Steelman, jeered Doble, his invitation is so hearty I just can't refuse him. You'd be safer somewhere else, said the owner of the house after a pause. We'll risk that, me and you both, for if I'm taking, it's liable to be bad luck for you, too. Give me something to eat and drink. Steelman found a bottle of whiskey and a glass, then foraged for food in the kitchen.

Starting point is 06:20:02 He returned with a shank of ham and a loaf of bread. bread. His fear was ill-discised. The presence of the outlaw, if discovered, would bring him trouble, and Doble was so unruly he might out a sheer-on-wee or bravado let it be known he was there. I'll get you the money first thing in the morning, promised Steelman. Doble poured himself a large drink and took it at a swallow. I would, Brad. No use putting yourself in unnecessary danger. Or you. Don't hammy my hat, Brad. I'll go. when I'm ready. Doble drank steadily throughout the night. He was the kind of drinker that can take an incredible amount of liquor without becoming helpless. He remained steady on his feet, growing uglier

Starting point is 06:20:47 and more reckless every hour. Tied to Doble because he dared not break away from him, Steelman's busy brain began to plot away to take advantage of this man's weakness for liquor. He sat across a table from him and adroitly stirred up his hatred of Crawford and Sanders. He raked up every grudge his guest had against the two men, calling to his mind how they had beaten him at every turn. "'Of course I know, Doug, you're a better man than Sanders or Crawford either, but Malapie don't know it. Yet, down at the gusher, I hear they laugh about that trick he played on, you blowing up the dam. Look, I call it, but laugh, do they?' growled the big man savagely. I'd like to hear some of that laughing.

Starting point is 06:21:34 Say this Sanders is a wonder that nobody's got a chance against him. That's the talk going round. I said any day in the week you had him beat a mile, and they gave me the laugh. I'll show him, cried the enraged bully with a furious oath. I'll bet you do. No man living can make a fool out of Doug Dobel, rustle the evidence to send him to the pen, snap his fingers at him, and on top of that steal his girl.

Starting point is 06:22:00 That's what I told. Doble leaned across the table and caught in his great fist the wrist of Steelman. His bloodshot eyes glared into those of the man opposite. What girl, he demanded hoarsely. Steelman looked blandly innocent. Didn't you know, Doug? Maybe I oughtn't to have mentioned it. Fingers like ropes of steel tightened on the wrist.

Starting point is 06:22:24 Brad screamed. Don't do that, Doug. You're killing me. Ouch! Am Crawford's girl? What about her and Sanders? Why, he's courting her, treating her to ice cream,

Starting point is 06:22:37 go and walking with her, didn't you know? When did he begin? Doble slammed a ham-like fist on the table. Spit it out, or I'll tear your arm off. Steelman told all he knew, and a good deal more. He invented details calculated

Starting point is 06:22:52 to infuriate his confederate, to inflame his jealousy. The big man sat with jaw clamped, The muscles nodded like ropes on his leathery face. He was a volcano of outraged vanity and furious hate, seething with fires ready to erupt. Some folks say it's hard she's engaged to, purred the hapset-faced tempt her. Maybe so. Looks to me like she's throwing down heart for this convict.

Starting point is 06:23:19 Expect she sees he's going to be a big man someday. Big man! Who says so? exploded, Doble. That's the word, Doug. I reckon you've heard how the governor of Colorado pardoned him. This town's crazy about Sanders, claims he was famed for the penitentiary. Right now he could be elected to any office he went after. Steelman's restless black eyes watched furtively the effect of his taunting on this man, a victim of wild and uncurbed passions.

Starting point is 06:23:48 He was egging him on to a rage that would throw away all caution and all scruples. He'll never live to run for office, the cattleman cried hoarsely. They talk him for sheriff. Say Applegates no good. Too easy-going. Say Sanders will round up you and Shorty Pronto when he's given authority. Doble ripped out a wild and explosive oath. He knew this man was playing on his vanity, jealousy and hatred for some purpose not yet apparent, but he found it impossible to close his mind to the whisperings of the plotter. He welcomed the spur of steelman's two-edged tongue because he wanted to have his purpose of vengeance fed. "'Sanders never saw the day he could take me dead or alive.

Starting point is 06:24:31 "'I'll meet him any time, any way, "'and when I turn my back on him, he'll be ready for the corner. "'I believe you, Doug. "'No need to tell me you're not afraid of him. "'For, afraid of them, bellowed double, eyes like live coals. "'Say that again and I'll twist your head off.' "'Steelman did not say it again. "'He pushed the bottle toward his guests and said other things.

Starting point is 06:24:54 End of Chapter 34 Chapter 35 of Gunside Pass How Oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McLeod Rain. This Libravox recording is in the public domain. Fire in the Chaparral A carpenter working on the roof of a derrick for jackpot number six called down to his mates.

Starting point is 06:25:23 Fire in the hills looks like, I see smoke! The contractor was an old timer. He knew the danger of fire in the shabot. apparatus at this season of the year. Run over to number four and tell Crawford, he said to his small son. Crawford and Hart had just driven out from town. I'll shag up the tower and have a look, the younger man said. He had with him no field glasses, but his eyes were trained to long-distance work,

Starting point is 06:25:48 years in the saddle on the range and made him an expert at reading such news as the landscape had written on it. Fire in the canyon, he shouted down. Quite a bit of smoke rising. I'll ride right up and look it over, the cattleman called back. Better get a gang together to fight it, Bob. Hike up as soon as you're ready. Crawford borrowed, without permission of the owner, the nearest saddle horse, and put it to a lope.

Starting point is 06:26:13 Five minutes might make all the difference between a winning and a losing fight. From the tower, Hart descended swiftly. He gathered together all the carpenters, drillers, enginemen, and tool dressers in the vicinity and equip them with shovels, picks, brush hooks, saws, and axes. To each one he gave also a gunny sack. The foot party followed Crawford into the chaperow, making for the hills that led to Bear Canyon. A wind was stirring, and as they topped a rise,

Starting point is 06:26:40 it struck hot on their cheeks. A flake of ash fell on Bob's hand. Crawford met them at the mouth of the canyon. She's ripped raring, Bob. Got too big a start to beat out. We'll clear a firebreak where the gulch narrows just above here and do our fighting there. The sparks of a thousand rockets,

Starting point is 06:26:59 flung high by the wind were swept down the gulch toward them. Behind these came a curtain of black smoke. The cattlemen set his crew to work clearing a wide trail across the gorge from wall to wall. The undergrowth was heavy, and the men attacked with brush hooks, shovels, and axes. One man, with a wet gunny sack, was detailed to see that no flying spark started a new blades below the safety zone. The shovelers and grubbers cleared the grass and roots off to the dirt for a belt of 20 feet. They banked the loose dirt at the lower edge to catch flying firebrands. Meanwhile, the breath of the furnace grew to a steady heat on their faces. Flame spurts had leaped forward to a grove of small alders, and almost in a minute the branches were crackling like

Starting point is 06:27:45 fireworks. I'll scout around over the hill and have a look above, Bob said. We've got to keep it from spreading out of the gulch. Take the horse, Crawford called to him. One good thing was that the fire was coming down the canyon, a downhill blaze moves less rapidly than one running up. Runners of flame crawling like snakes among the brush, struck out at the fighters venomously and tried to leap the trench. The defenders flailed at these with wet gunny sacks. The wind was stiffer now and the fury of the fire closer. The flames roared down the canyon like a blast furnace. Driven back by the intense heat, the men retreated across the break and clung to their line. Already their lungs were sore from inhaling smoke and their throats were inflamed.

Starting point is 06:28:32 A pine, its pitty trunk ablazed, crashed down across the fire trail and caught in the fork of the tree beyond. Instantly the foliage leaped to red flame. Crawford, axe in hand, began to chop the trunk and a big swede swung an axe powerfully on the opposite side. The rest of the crew continued to beat down the fires that started below the break. The chips flew at ease. rhythmic stroke of the keen blades. Presently the tree crashed down into the trail that had been hewn. It served as a conductor, and along it tongues of fire leaped into the brush beyond. Glowing branches, flung by the wind and hurled from falling timber, buried themselves in the dry undergrowth. Before one blade was crushed, half a dozen others started in its place. Flales and

Starting point is 06:29:20 gunny-sacks beat those down and smothered them. Bob galloped into the canyon and flung himself from the horse as he pulled it up in his stride. She's jumping out of the gulch above, too late to head her off. We better get scrapers up and run a trail along the top of the ridge, don't you reckon, he said. Yes, son, agreed Crawford. We can just about hold her there. It'll be hours before I can spare a man for the ridge. We got to get help in a hurry. You ride to town and Russell men, bring out plenty of dynamite and gunny sacks. Lucky we got the tools out here we brought to build the sump holes. Bet you, we'll need lots of grub, too.

Starting point is 06:29:58 The cattleman nodded agreement. And coffee. Can't have too much coffee. It's food and drink and helps keep the men awake. I'll remember. And for the love of heaven, don't forget canteens. Get every canteen in town. Can't have my men running around with their tongues hanging out. Better bring out a bunch of bronx to pack supplies around.

Starting point is 06:30:19 It's going to be one-man-sized contract running the commissary. The cany and a busy. of them was by this time a sea of fire. The most terrifying sight Bob had ever looked upon. Monster flames leaped at the walls of the gulch, swept in an eye-beat over draws, attacked with a savage roar of the dry vegetation. The noise was like the crash of mountains meeting. Thunder could scarce have made itself heard. Rocks loosened by the heat tore down the steep incline of the walls, sometimes singly, sometimes in slides. These hit the bed of the ravine with the force of a cannonball. The workers had to keep a sharp lookout for these. A man near Bob was standing

Starting point is 06:31:03 with his weight on the shovel he had been using. Hart gave a shout a warning. At the same moment, a large rock struck the handle and snapped it off as though it had been kindling wood. A man wrung his hands and almost wept with the pain. A cotton tail ran squealing past them, driven from its home, by this new and deadly enemy. Not far away, a rattlesnake slid across the hot rocks. Their common fear of man was lost in a greater and more immediate one. Hart did not like to leave the battlefield. Let me stay here. You can handle that into the job better in me, Mr. Crawford. The old cattleman, his face streaked with black, looked at him from bloodshot eyes. Where do you get that notion I'll quit a job I've started, son? You hit the trail. The

Starting point is 06:31:50 sooner the quicker. The young man wasted no more words. He swung to the saddle and rode for town, faster than he had ever traveled in all his hard-riding days. End of Chapter 35. Chapter 36 of Gunside Pass, How Oil came to the Cattle Country and brought a new west by William McLeod Rain. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Fighting Fire Sanders was in the office of the Jackpot Company looking over some blueprints when Joyce Crawford came in and inquired where her father was. He went out with Bob Hart to the oil field this morning, some trouble with the casing.

Starting point is 06:32:36 Thought Dad wasn't given any of his time to oil these days, she said. He told me you and Bob were running the company. Every once in a while he takes an interest. I prod him up to go out and look things over occasionally. He's present in the company and I tell him he ought to know what's going on, so today he's out there. Oh, Miss Joyce, having learned what she had come in to find out, might reasonably have departed. She declined a chair. She said she must be going, yet she did not go.

Starting point is 06:33:09 Her eyes appeared to study without seeing a field map on the desk. Dad told me something last night, Mr. Sanders. He said I might pass it on to you and Bob, though it isn't to go farther. It's about that $10,000 he paid the bank when it called his loan. He got the money from Buck Byington. Buck, exclaimed the young man, he was thinking that the buck he used to know never had ten dollars saved, let alone ten thousand. I know, she explained. That's it. The money wasn't his. He's executor or something for the children of his dead brother. This money had come in from the sale of a farm back in Iowa, and he was waiting for an order of the court for

Starting point is 06:33:53 permission to invest it in a mortgage. When he heard Dad was so desperately hard up for cash, he let him have the money. He knew Dad would pay it back, but it seems what he did was against the law, even though Dad gave him his note and a chattel mortgage on some cattle, which Buck wasn't to record. Now it has been straightened out. That's why Dad couldn't tell where he got the money. Buck would have been in trouble. I see. But now it's all right, Joyce continued the subject. There were teasing pinpoints of mischief in her eyes. My school physiology used to say that sleep was restful. It builds up worn-out tissue and all.

Starting point is 06:34:34 One of these nights when you can find time, give it a trial and see whether that's true. Dave laughed. The mother and this young woman would persistently out. I get plenty of sleep, Miss Joyce. Most people sleep too much. How much do you sleep? Sometimes more, sometimes less.

Starting point is 06:34:54 I average six or seven hours, maybe. Maybe, she scoffed. Hard work doesn't hurt, man, not when they're young and strong. I hear you're trying to work yourself to death, sir, the girl charged, smiling. Not so bad as that. He answered her smile with another, for no reason except that the world was a sunshiny one when he looked at this trim and dainty young woman. The work gets fascinating.

Starting point is 06:35:22 A fellow likes to get things done. There's a satisfaction in turning out a full day and in feeling you get results. She nodded sagely in a brisk business-like way. I know, felt it myself often, but we have to remember that there are other days and other people to lend a hand. None of us can do it all.

Starting point is 06:35:42 Dad thinks you overdue. So he told me to ask you to supper for tomorrow night. Bob will be there too. Say thanks, Miss Joyce, to your father and his daughter. Which means you'll be with us tomorrow? I'll be with you. But he was not. Even as he made the promise, a shadow darkened the door-sill,

Starting point is 06:36:04 and Bob Hart stepped into the office. His first words were ominous. But before he spoke, both of those looking at him knew he was the bearer of bad news. There was in his boyish face an unwanted gravity. Fire in the chaperl, Dave, and going strong. Sanders spoke one word. Where? Started in Bear Canyon, but it's jumped out onto the hills.

Starting point is 06:36:28 The wind must be driving it down toward the jackpot. Yep, like a scared rabbit. Crawford's trying to hold the mouth of the canyon. He's got a man's job down there. Can't spare a soul to keep it from scooting over the hills. Dave Rose. I'll gather a bunch of men and ride right out. On what side of the canyon is the fire,

Starting point is 06:36:48 running. He sighed. Stop at the wells and get tools. I got to rustle dynamite and men. Be out soon as I can. They spoke quietly, quickly, decisively, as men of action do in a crisis. Joyce guessed the situation was a desperate one. Is Dad in danger? she asked. Heart answered. No, not now, anyhow. What can I do to help? We'll have hundreds of men in the field, probably, if this fire has a real start, Dave told her. We'll need food and coffee. Lots of it. Organize the women. Make meat sandwiches, hundreds of them. And send out to the jackpot dozens of coffee pots. Your job is to keep the workers well fed. Better send out bandages and salve in case some get burnt. Her eyes were shining. I'll see to all that. Don't worry, boys. You fight this fire and we women will tend to feeding you.

Starting point is 06:37:42 Dave nodded and strode out of the room. During the fierce and dreadful, days that followed, one memory more than once came to him in the fury of the battle. It was a slim, straight girl looking at him, the call-to-service stamped on her brave, uplifted face. Sanders was on the road inside of twenty minutes, a group of horsemen galloping at his heels. At the jackpot locations, the firefighters equipped themselves with shovels, sacks, axes, and brush hooks. The party, still on horseback, rode up to the mouth of Bear Canyon.

Starting point is 06:38:14 Through the smoke the sun was blood red. The air was heavy and heated. From the fire line, Crawford came to meet these new allies. We're holding her here. It's been nip and tuck. Once I thought sure she'd break through, but we beat out the blaze. I hadn't time to go look, but I expect she's just a raring over the hills. I've had some teams and scrapers taken up there, Dave. It's your job. Go to it.

Starting point is 06:38:39 The old cattleman showed that he had been through a fight. His eyes were red and red and red. and inflamed. His face streaked with black, one arm of his shirt half torn from the shoulder. But he wore the grim look of a man who has just begun to set himself for a struggle. The horseman swung to the east and rode up to the mesa which lies between Bear and cattle canyons. It was impossible to get near Bear, since the imprisoned fury had burst from its walls and was sweeping the chaperow. The line of fire was running along the level in an irregular, ragged front, red tongues leaping ahead with short furious rushes.

Starting point is 06:39:17 Even before he could spend time to determine the extent of the fire, Dave selected his line of defense, a ridge of rocky higher ground cutting across from one gulch to the other. Here he set teams to work, scraping a firebreak while men assisted with shovels and brush hooks to clear a wide path. Dave swung still farther east and rode along the edge of Cattle Canyon. Narrow and rock-lined, the gorge was like a boiler-flu to suck the flames down it. From where he sat, he saw it caging with inconceivable fury.

Starting point is 06:39:52 The earth rift seemed to be roofed with flame. Great billows of black smoke poured out laden with sparks and live coals carried by the wind. It was plain at the first glance that the fire was bound to leap from the canyon to the brush-covered hills beyond. His business now was to hold the ridge he had chosen. and fight back the flames to keep them from pouring down upon the jackpot property. Later, the battle would have to be fought to hold the line at San Jacinto Canyon and the hills running down from it to the plains. The surface fire on the hills licked up the brush, mesquite, and young cedars with amazing rapidity.

Starting point is 06:40:31 If his trail break was built in time, Dave meant to backfire above it. Steve Russell was one of his party. Sanders appointed him, Lieutenant, and went over the, the ground with him to decide exactly where the clearing should run, after which he galloped back to the mouth of bear. She's running wild on the hills and in cattle canyon, Dave told Crawford. She'll sure jump cattle and reach San Jacinto. We've got to hold the mouth of cattle, build a trail between bear and cattle, another between cattle in San Jacinto, cork her up in San Jacinto, and keep her from jumping to the hills beyond. Can we backfire, do you reckon? Not with the wind

Starting point is 06:41:09 there is above unless we have check trails built first. We need several hundred more men, and we need them right away. I never saw such a fire before. Well, get your trail built. Bob ought to be out soon. I'll put him over between cattle and San Jacinto. Three, four men can hold her here now. I'll move my outfit over to the mouth of cattle. The cattleman spoke crisply and decisively. He had been fighting fire for six hours without a moment's rest, swallowing smoke-filled air, enduring the blistering heat that poured steadily at them down the gorge. At least two of his men were lying down completely exhausted, but he contemplated another such desperate battle without turning a hair. All his days he had been a good fighter, and it never

Starting point is 06:41:55 occurred to him to quit now. Sanders rode up as close to the west edge of Bear Canyon as he could endure. In two or three places the flames had jumped the wall and were trying to make headway in the scant underbrush of the rocky slope that led to a hawk. bog-back surrounded by a bare rim rock running to the summit. This natural barrier would block the fire on the west, just as the burn-over area would protect the north. For the present at least, the firefighters could confine their efforts to the south and east, where the spread of the blaze would involve the jackpot.

Starting point is 06:42:29 A shift in the wind would change the situation, and if it came in time would probably save the oil property. Dave put his horse to a lope and rode back to the trench and traded. his men were building. He found a shovel and joined them. From out of cattle canyon, bills a smoke rolled across the hill and settled into a black blanket above the men. This was acrid from the resinous pitch of the pines. The wind caught the dark paw, drove it low, and held it there till the workers could hardly breathe. The sun was under entire eclipse behind the smoke screen. The heat of the flames tortured Dave's face and hands,

Starting point is 06:43:06 just as a smoke-filled air inflamed his nostrils and throat. Coals of fire pelted him from river of flame, carried by the strong breeze blowing down. From the canons on either side of the workers came a steady roar of world of fire. Occasionally, at some slight shift of the wind, the smoke lifted and they could see the moving wall the fire bearing down upon them,

Starting point is 06:43:29 wedges of it far ahead of the main line. The movements of the workers became automatic. The teams had to be removed, because the horses had become unmanageable under the torture of the heat. When anyone spoke, it was in a horse whisper because of a swollen larynx. Mechanically they dug, shoveled, grubbed, handkerchiefs over their faces to protect from the furnace glow. A deer with two fawns emerged from the smoke and flew past on the way to safety.

Starting point is 06:43:59 Mies, snakes, rabbits, birds, and other desert denizens appeared in mad flight. They paid no attention whatever to their... natural foe, man, the terror of the red monster at their heels wholly obsessed them. The firebreak was from 15 to 20 feet wide. The men retreated back of it, driven by the heat, and fought with wet sacks to hold the enemy. A flash of lightning was hurled against Dave. It was a red-hot limb of pine, tossed out of the gorge by the stiff wind. He flung it from him and tore the burning shirt from his chest. An agony of pain shot through. his shoulder, seared for half a foot by the blazing branch. He had no time to attend to the

Starting point is 06:44:42 burn then. The firehead leaped the check trail at a dozen points. With his men, he tried to smother the flames in the grass by using saddle blankets and gunny sacks, as well as by shoveling sand upon it. Sometimes they cut down the smoldering brush and flung it back across the break into the inferno on the other side. Blinded and strangling from the smoke, the firefighters would make short rushes into the clearer air, swallow a breath or two of it, and plunge once more into the line to do battle with the foe. For hours the desperate battle went on. Dave lost count of time, one after another of his men retreated to rest. After a time, they drifted back to help make the defense good against the plunging fire devil. Sanders alone refused to retire. His parched eyebrows were

Starting point is 06:45:30 half gone. His clothes hung about him in shredded rags. He was so exhausted that he could hardly wield a flail. His legs dragged and his arms hung heavy, but he would not give up even for an hour. Through the confused, shifting darkness of the night, he led his band, silhouetted on the ridge-like gnomes of the netherworld, to attack after attack on the tireless creeping, plunging flames that leap the trench in a hundred desperate assaults, that howled and hissed and roared like ravenous beasts of prey. Before the light of day broke, he knew that he had won. His men had made good the check trail that held back the fire

Starting point is 06:46:12 and the terrain between bear and cattle canyons. The fire, worn out and beaten, fell back for lack of fuel upon which to feed. Reinforcements came from town. Dave left the trail in charge of a deputy and staggered down with his men to the camp that had been improvised below. He sat down with them and swallowed coffee and ate sandwiches. Steve Russell dressed his burn with salve and bandages sent out by Joyce. Me for the hey, Dave, the cowpuncher said when he had finished.

Starting point is 06:46:42 He stretched himself in a long, tired, luxurious lawn. I've rid out a blizzard and I've gathered cattle after a stampede till most thought I'd drop out of the saddle. But I give it to this here little fire. It's sure enough a stem winder. I'm beat. So long, partner. Russell went off to roll himself up in his blanket. Dave envied him, but he could not do the same.

Starting point is 06:47:07 His responsibilities were not ended yet. He found his horse in the remudas, saddled, and rode over to the entrance to Cattle Canyon. Emerson Crawford was holding his ground, though barely holding it. He too was grimy, fireblack, and exhausted, but he was still fighting to throw back the fire that swept down the canyon at him. How are things up above? he asked in a hoarse whisper. Good. We held the check line. Same here so far. It's been hell. Several of my boys fainted.

Starting point is 06:47:39 I'll take charge a while. You go and get some sleep, urged Sanders. The cattleman shook his head. No, see it through. Say, son, look who's here. His thumb hitched toward his right shoulder. Dave looked down the line of blackened grimy firefighters, and his eye fell on Shorty. He was still wearing chaps, but his Chihuahua hat had succumbed long ago. Manifously, the man had been on the fighting line for some hours. Doesn't he know about the reward?

Starting point is 06:48:11 Yes, he was hiding in Malapie when the call came for men, says he's no quitter, whatever else he is. You bet he ain't. He's worked too, most men at this work. Soon as we get through, he'll be on the dodge again, I reckon, unless Applegate gets him first. He's a good sport, anyhow. I'll say that for him. I reckon I'm a bad citizen, sir, but I hope he makes his getaway before Applegate shows up. Well, he's one tough Scalwag, but I don't aim to give him away right now.

Starting point is 06:48:43 Shorty's a whole lot better proposition than Doug Dobel. Dave came back to the order of the day. What do you want me to do now? The cattleman looked him over. You damaged much? No. Burt in the shoulder, I see. Won't keep me from swinging a sack and bossing a gang.

Starting point is 06:49:02 War out, I reckon. I feel fine since breakfast. Two cups of strong coffee. Again Crawford's eyes traveled over his ally. They saw a ragged, red-eyed tramp, face and hands and arms blackened with char and grimed with smoke. Outside, he was such a specimen of humanity. as the police would have arrested promptly on suspicion.

Starting point is 06:49:24 But the shrewd eyes of the cattlemen saw more, a spirit indomitable that would drive the weary, tormented body till it dropped in its tracks, a quality of leadership that was a trumpet call to the men who served with him, a soulmaster of its infirmities. His heart went out to the young fellow, wherefore he grinned and gave him another job. Strong men today were at a premium with Emerson Crawford.

Starting point is 06:49:49 Right over to see how Bob's coming out. We'll make it here. Sanders swung to the saddle and moved forward to the next firefront, the one between cattle and San Jacinto canyons. Art himself was not there. There had come a call for help from the man in charge of the gang trying to hold the fire in San Jacinto. He had answered that summons long before daybreak and had not yet returned. The situation on the cattle San Jacinto front was not encouraging. The distance to be protected was nearly a mile. Part of the way was along a ridge fairly easy to defend, but a good deal of it lay in lower land of timber and heavy brush.

Starting point is 06:50:29 Dave rode along the front, studying the contour of the country and the chance of defending it. His judgment was that it could not be done with the men on hand. He was not sure that the line could be held even with reinforcements. But there was nothing for it but to try. He sent a man to Crawford, urging him to get help to him as soon as possible. Then he took command of the crew already in the field, rearranged the men so as to put the larger part of his force on the most dangerous locality,

Starting point is 06:50:59 and in default of a sack seized a spreading branch as a flail to beat out fire in the high grass close to San Jacito. An hour later, half a dozen straggling men reported for duty. Shorty was one of them. The old man can't spare any more, the rustler explained. He had to hustle Steve and his gang out of their blankets to go help Bob Hart. They say Hart's in a hell of a bad way.

Starting point is 06:51:23 The fires jump the trail check and is spreading over the country. He's running another trail farther back. It occurred to Dave that if the wind change suddenly and heightened, it would sweep a backfire around him and cut off the retreat of his crew. He sent a weary lad back to keep watch on it and report any change of direction in that vicinity. After which he forgot all about chances of danger from the rear. His hands in mind were more than be.

Starting point is 06:51:49 busy trying to drive back the snarling ravenous beasts in front of him. He might have found time to take other precautions if he had known that the exhausted boy sent to watch against a backfire had, with the coming of night, falling asleep in a draw. End of Chapter 36. Chapter 37 of Gunside Pass, How Oil Came to the Cattle Country and Brought a New West By William McLeod Rain. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Shorty asks a question.

Starting point is 06:52:28 When Shorty separated from Dobel in Frio Canyon, he rode inconspicuously to attendahon where he could be snugly hidden from the public gaze and get meet a few pals whom he could trust, at least as long as he could keep his eyes on him. His intention was to have a good time in the only way he knew how. Another purpose was coupled with this.

Starting point is 06:52:50 He was not going to drink enough to interfere with reasonable caution. Shorty's dissipated pleasures were interfered with shortly after midnight. A Mexican came into the drinking place with news. The world was on fire, at least that part of it which interested the cattlemen of the Malapie district. The blaze had started back of Bear Canyon and had been swept by the wind across to cattle in San Jacinto. The oil field adjacent had been licked up and every reservoir and sump was in flames. The whole range would probably be wiped out before the first.

Starting point is 06:53:25 fire spent itself for lack of fuel. Crawford had posted a rider to town calling for more manpower to build trails and wheeled flails. This was the sum of the news. It was not strictly accurate, but it served to rouse Shorty at once. He rose and touched the Mexican on the arm. Where'd you say that fire started, Pedro? Bercañon, signor. And across San Jacinto? Like wildfire. The slim Vicaro made a gesture all-inclusive. If Ron, signor, like a frightened jackrabbit, nothing will stop it, nothing. It is sent by heaven for a punishment.

Starting point is 06:54:06 Hmm, Shorty grunted. The rustler fell into a somber silence. He drank no more. The dark-lashed eyes of the Mexican girls slanted his way in vain. He stared sullenly at the table in front of him. A problem had pushed itself into his consciousness, one he could not brush aside or ignore. If the fire had started back a Bear Canyon,

Starting point is 06:54:30 what agency had set it going? He and Doble had camp last night at that very spot. If there had been a fire there during the night, he must have known it. Then when had the fire started? And how? They had seen the faint smoke of it as they rode away, the filmy smoke of a young fire not yet under much headway,

Starting point is 06:54:52 was it reasonable to suppose that someone else had been camping close to them? This was possible, but not likely, for they would probably have seen signs of the other evening campfire. Eliminating this possibility, there remained Doug Dobel. Had Doug fired the brush while his companion was saddling for the start, the more short he considered this possibility, the greater force it acquired in his mind. Doug's hatred of Crawford,

Starting point is 06:55:22 Hart, and especially Sanders, would be satiated in part at least if he could wipe their oil bonanza from the map. The wind had been right. Doble was no fool. He knew that if the fire ran wild in the chaparral, only a miracle could save the jackpot reservoirs and plant from destruction.

Starting point is 06:55:42 Other evidence accumulated, cryptic remarks of Doble made during the day. His anxiety to see Steelman immediately, a certain manner of ill-repressed triumph whenever he mentioned Sanders or Crawford. These bolstered Shorty's growing opinion that the man had deliberately fired the chaparral from a spirit of revenge. Shorty was an outlaw and a bad man. He had killed and might at any time kill again. To save the jackpot from destruction, he would not have made a turn of the hand. But Shorty was a cattleman. He had been brought up in the saddle and had known the wine of the larry

Starting point is 06:56:20 and the dust of the drag-drive all his days. Every man has his code. Three things stood out in that a shorty. He was loyal to the hand that paid him. He stood by his pals, and he believed in, and after his own fashion, loved cattle, and the life of which they were the central fact. To destroy the range feed wantonly was a crime so nefarious that he could not believe doble guilty of it. And yet, He could not let the matter lie in doubt. He left the tender-hound and rode to Steelman's house. Before entering, he examined carefully both of his long-barrelled forty-fives. He made sure that the six-shooters were in perfect order,

Starting point is 06:57:04 and that they rested free in the holsters. That six-sense acquired by bad men, by means of which they sniffed danger when it is close, was telling him that smoke would rise before he left the house. He stepped to the porch and knocked. There came a moment's silence, a low-pitched murmur of whispering voices carried through an open window,

Starting point is 06:57:27 the shuffling of feet. The door was opened by Brad Stilman. He was alone in the room. Where's Doug? asked Shorty bluntly. Why, Doug? Why, he's here, Shorty. Didn't know it was you. Loud it might be someone else, so he stepped into another room.

Starting point is 06:57:46 The short couch, puncher walked in and closed the door behind him. He stood with his back to it, facing the other door of the room. Did you hire Doug to fire the chaperow? He asked, his voice ominously quiet. A flicker of fear shot to the eyes of the oil promoter. He recognized signs of peril, and his heart was drenched with an icy chill. Shorty was going to turn on him, had become a menace. I—I don't know what you mean, he quavered. I'll call Doug if he, you want to see him. He began to shuffle toward the inner room. Hold your horses, Brad. I ask you a question. The cold eyes of the gum and bored into those of the

Starting point is 06:58:27 other man. How come you to hire Doug to burn the range? You know I wouldn't do that, the older man whined. I got sheep, ain't I? Wouldn't be reasonable I'd destroy their feed? No, you got a wrong notion about. Your sheep ain't on the south slope range, shorty's mind had moved forward one notch toward certainty. Steelman's manner was that of a man dodging the issue. It carried no conviction of innocence. How much you pay in him? The door of the inner room opened. Doug Dobel's big frame filled the entrance. The eyes of the two gunmen searched each other. Those of Doble asked a question. Had it come to a showdown? Steelman sidled over to the desk where he worked and sat down in front of it. His right hand dropped into an open drawer, apparently, cared to.

Starting point is 06:59:17 and without intent. Shorty knew at once that Dolble had been drinking heavily. The man was morose and sullen. His color was high. Plainly he was primed for a killing of trouble came. Looking for me, Shorty, he asked. You fired Bear Canyon, charged the cowpuncher. So? When I went to saddle, Doble's eyes narrowed. You aiming to run my business, Shorty? Neither man lifted his gaze from the other. Each knew that the test had come once more. They were both men who had gone bad in the current phrase of the community. Both had killed.

Starting point is 06:59:57 Both searched now for an advantage in that steady duel of the eyes. Neither had any fear. The emotions that dominated were cold rage and caution. Every sense and nerve in each focalized to one purpose to kill without being killed. "'When yours is mine, Doug?' "'Is this yours?' "'Sure is.

Starting point is 07:00:19 "'I've stood for a heap from you. "'I've let your ugly temper ride me. "'When you killed Tim Harrigan, you got me in bad. "'Not the first time either. "'But I'm damned if I'll ride with a coyote low down enough to burn the range.' "'No?' "'No.' "'From the desk came the sharp, angry bark of a revolver.

Starting point is 07:00:39 "'Shorty felt his hat lift as a bullet tore through the rim. His eyes swept a steelman, who had been a negligible factor in his calculations. The man fired again and blew out the light. In the darkness, Shorty swept out both guns and fired. His first two shots were directed toward the man behind the desk. The next two at the spot where Doble had been standing. Another gun was booming in the room, perhaps two. Yellow fire flashes ripped the blackness.

Starting point is 07:01:08 Shorty whipped open the door at his back, slid through it, and kicked it shut with his foot as a little. he leaped from the porch. At the same moment, he thought he heard a groan. Swiftly he ran to the cottonwood where he had left his horse-tide. He jerked loose the knot, swung to the saddle, and galloped out of town. The drumming of hoofs came down the wind to a young fellow returning from a late call on his sweetheart. He wondered who was in such a hurry. End of Chapter 37. Chapter 38 of Gunside Pass, how oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McLeod Rain.

Starting point is 07:01:52 This Libravox recording is in the public domain. Doug Dobel rides into the hills. The booming of the guns died down. The acrid smoke that filled the room lifted to shredded strata. A man's deep breathing was the only sound in the heavy darkness. Presently came a soft footfall of someone moving cautiously. A match flared.

Starting point is 07:02:15 A hand cupped the flame for an instant to steady it, before the match moved toward the wick of a kerosene lamp. Doug Dobel's first thought was for his own safety. The house door was closed. The window blinds were down. He had heard the beat of hoofs die away on the road, but he did not intend to be caught by a trick. He stepped forward, locked the door,

Starting point is 07:02:37 and made sure the blinds were offering no cracks of light. Satisfied that all was well, he turned to the figure sprawled on the floor without flung arms. "'Dez the duck-shoat,' he said callously after he had turned the body over. "'Got him plumbed through the forehead. In the dark, too. Some shooting, shorthy.' He stood looking down at the face of the man whose brain had spun so many cobwebs of deceit and treachery. Even in death it had none of that dignity which sometimes is lent to those whose lives have been full of meanness and guile. But though Doble looked at his late ally, he was not thinking about

Starting point is 07:03:15 to him. He was mapping out his future course of action. If anyone had heard the shots and were found here now, no jury on earth could be convinced that he had not killed Steelman. His six-shooter still gave forth a faint trickle of smoke. An examination would show that three shots had been fired from it. He must get away from the place at once. Doble poured himself half a tumbler of whiskey and drank it neat. Yes, he must go, but he might as well take with him. them any money steelman had in the safe. The dead man owed him a thousand dollars he would never be able to collect in any other way. He stooped and examined the pockets of the still figure. A bunch of keys rewarded him. An old-fashioned safe stood in the corner back of the desk.

Starting point is 07:04:03 Dobel stooped in front of it, then waited for an instant to make sure nobody was coming. He fell to work, trying the keys one after another. A key fitted. He turned it and swung open the door, The killer drew out bundles of papers and glanced through them hurriedly. Deeds, mortgages, oil stocks, old receipts, he wanted none of these and tossed them to the floor as soon as he discovered there were no banknotes among them. Compartment after compartment he rifled. Behind a package of abstracts, he found a bunch of greenbacks tied together by a rubber band at each end. The first bill showed that the denomination was $50.

Starting point is 07:04:42 dollars. Doble investigated no farther. He thrust the bulky package into his inside coat pocket and rose. Again he listened. No sound broke the stillness of the night. The silence got on his nerves. He took another big drink and decided it was time to go. He blew out the light and once more listened. The lifeless body of his ally lying within touch of his foot did not disturb the outlaw. He had not killed him. And if he had, it would have made no difference. Very softly for a large man, he passed to the inner room and toward the back door. He deflected his course to a cupboard where he knew steelman kept liquor, and from a shelf helped himself to an unbroken court bottle of bourbon.

Starting point is 07:05:26 He knew himself well enough to know that during the next 24 hours he would want whiskey badly. Slowly he unlocked and opened the back door. His eyes searched the yard and the open beyond, to make sure that neither his enemy nor a sheriff's posse was lurking in the brush form. He crept out to the stable, revolver in hand. Here he saddled in the dark, deftly and rapidly, thrusting the bottle of whiskey into one of the pockets of the saddlebags. Leading the horse out into the mesquite, he swung to the saddle and rode away. He was still in the saddle when the peaks above caught the morning sun glow in a shaft of golden light.

Starting point is 07:06:06 far up in the gulches the new fallen snow reflected the dawn's pink. In a pocket of the hills, Doble unsaddled. He hobbled his horse and turned it loose to graze while he lay down under a pine with the bottle for a companion. The man had always had a difficult temper. This had grown on him and been responsible largely for his decline in life. It had been no part of his plan to go bad. There had been a time when he had been headed for success in the community. He had held men's respect, even though they had not liked him.

Starting point is 07:06:41 Then, somehow, he had turned the wrong corner and been unable to retrace his steps. He could even put a finger on the time he had commenced to slip. It had begun when he had quarreled with Emerson Crawford about his daughter, Joyce. Shorty and he had done some brand-burning through a wet blanket, but he had not gone so far that a return to respectability was impossible. A little rustling on the quiet with, no evidence to fasten it to one, was nothing to bar a man from society. He had gone more definitely wrong after Sanders came back to Malapy. The young ex-convict, he chose to think,

Starting point is 07:07:19 was responsible for the circumstances that made of him an outlaw. Crawford and Sanders together had exposed him and driven him from the haunts of men to the hills. He hated them both with a bitter morose virulence his soul could not escape. Throughout the day he continued to drink. This gave him no refuge from himself. He still brooded in the inferno of his own thought circle. It is possible that a touch of madness had begun to affect his brain. Certainly his subsequent actions would seem to bear out this theory. Revenge. The thought of it spurred him every wake-an-hour, rowling his wounded pride cruelly. There was a way within reach of his hand, one suggested by Steelman's whisperings, though never openly advocated by the sheetman.

Starting point is 07:08:10 The jealousy of the man urged him to it, and his consuming vanity persuaded him that, out of evil, might come good. He could make the girl love him, so her punishment would bring her joy in the end. As for Crawford and Sanders, his success would be such bitter medicine to them that time would never wear away the taste of it. At dusk, he wrote, and resaddled. Under the stars, he rode back to Malappi. He knew exactly what he meant to do, and how he meant to do it. End of Chapter 38. Chapter 39 of Gunside Pass, how oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McLeod Rain. This Libravox recording is in the public domain. The Tunnel

Starting point is 07:09:03 Dave knew no rest that night. He patrolled his line from San Jacinto to cattle and back again, stopping always to lend a hand where the attack was most furious. The men of the crew were weary to exhaustion, but the pressure of the fire was so great that they dared not leave the front. As soon as one blaze was beaten out, another started. A shower of sparks close to Cattle Canyon swept over the ridge and set the thick grass of fire. This was smothered with saddle blankets and with sand and dirt thrown from shovels. Near to San Jacinto Canyon, the danger was more acute. Dave did not dare backfire on account of the wind.

Starting point is 07:09:45 He dynamited the timber to make a trail break against the howling, roaring wall of fire plunging forward. As soon as the flame seized the timber, the heat grew more intense. The sound of fallen trees as they crashed down marked the progress of the fire. The men retreated staggering with exhaustion, hands and faces flayed, eyes inflamed and blinded by the black smoke that rolled over them.

Starting point is 07:10:12 A stiff wind was blowing, but it was no longer a steady one. Sometimes it bore from the northeast, again in a cross-current almost directly from the east. The smoke poured in, swirling around them till they scarce knew one direction from another. The dense cloud lifted for a moment, swept away by an air-current. To the firefighters, that glimpse of the landscape told an appalling fact. The demon had escaped below from San Jacinto Canyon and been swept westered by a slant a wind with the speed of an express train. They were trapped by the backfire in a labyrinth, from which there appeared no escape. Every path of exit was blocked. The flames had leaped

Starting point is 07:10:58 from hilltop to hilltop. The men gathered together to consult, Many of them were on the verge of panic. Dave spoke quietly. We've got a chance if we keep our heads. There's an old mining tunnel hereabouts. Follow me and stay together. He plunged into the heavy smoke that have fallen about them again, working his way by instinct rather than by sight.

Starting point is 07:11:23 Twice he stopped to make sure that his men were all at heel. Several times he left them, diving into the smoke to determine which way they must go. The dry salt crackle of a dead pine close at hand would have told him, even if the oppressive heat had not, that the fire would presently sweep over the ground where they stood. He drew the men steadily toward cattle canyon. In that furious murk-filled world,

Starting point is 07:11:51 he could not be sure he was moving in the right direction, though the slope of the ground led him to think so. Fallen trees crashed about them, the men staggered on in the uncanny light which tinged even the sun. smoke. Dave stopped and gave sharp crisp orders. His voice was even and steady. Must be close to it now. Lie back of these down trees with your faces close to the ground. I'll be back in a minute. Shorty, your boss of the crew while I'm away. You're going to leave us to roast, a man accused in a voice that was half a scream. Sanders did not stop to answer him, but Shorty took the hysterical man

Starting point is 07:12:28 in hand. Get down by that log pronto or I'll bore a hole in you, and you got sense enough to see he'll save us if there's a chance. The man fell trembling to the ground. Two men behind each log, ordered Shorty. If your clothes get a fire, help each other put it out. They laid down and waited while the fire swept above and around them. Fortunately, the woods here were not dense. Men prayed or cursed or wept according to their natures.

Starting point is 07:12:57 The logs in front of some of them caught fire and spread to their clothing. Shorty's voice encouraged them. Stick it out, boys. He'll be back if he's alive. It could have been only minutes, but it seemed hours before the voice of Sanders rang out above the fury of the blast. All up, I found the tunnel. Step lively now. They staggered after their leader,

Starting point is 07:13:21 Shorty bringing up the rear to see that none collapsed, by the way. The line moved drunkenly forward. Now and again a man went down, overcome by the smoking heat. With brutal kicks, Shorty drove him to his feet again. The tunnel was a shallow one in a hillside. Dave stood his side and counted the men as they passed in. Two were missing.

Starting point is 07:13:44 He ran along the back trail, dense with smoke from the approaching flames, and stumbled into a man. It was Shorty. He was dragging with him the body of a man who had fainted. Sanders seized an arm, and together they managed to get the unconscious victim to the tunnel. Dave was the last man in. He learned from the men in the rear that the tunnel had no drift.

Starting point is 07:14:06 The floor was moist and there was a small seepage spring in it near the entrance. Some of the men protested at staying. The fire looking and burn us out like rats, one man urged. This ain't no protection. We just walked into a trap. I'll take my chance outside. Dave reached forward and lifted one of Shorty's guns from its holster. You'll stay right here.

Starting point is 07:14:29 "'Here, Dylan. We didn't make it one minute too soon. The whole hill out there is roaring. "'I'll take my chance out there. That's my lookout,' said the man, moving toward the entrance. "'No, you'll stay here,' Dave's hard, chill gaze swept over his crew. Several of them were backing Dylan and others were wavering. "'It's your only chance, and I'm here to see you take it. Don't take another step.' Dylan took one and went crumpling to the granite floor before Dave could move. Shorty had knocked him down with the butt of his nine-inch barrel revolver. Already smoke was filling the cave. The fire had raced to its mouth and was licking in with long, red, hungry tongues. The tunnel timbers were smoldering. Lie down and breathe the air close to the

Starting point is 07:15:17 ground, ordered Dave, just as though a mutiny had not been quelled a moment before. Stay down there. Don't get up. He found an old tomato can and used it to throw water from the seeps, upon the burning wood. Shorty and one or two of the other men helped him. The heat near the mouth was so intense they could not stand it. All but Sanders collapsed and staggered back to sink down to the fresher air below. Their place of refuge packed with smoke. A tree crashed down at the mouth and presently a second one. These blazing sent more heat in to cook the tortured men inside. In that bakehouse of hell, men showed again their nature. cursing, praying, storming, or weeping as they lay.

Starting point is 07:16:04 The prospect hole became a madhouse. A big Hungarian crazed by the torment he was enduring, leaped to his feet and made for the blazing hill outside. Back there! Dave shouted hoarsely. The big fellow rushed him. His leader flung him back against the rock wall. He rushed again, screaming and crazed anger. Sanders struck him down with the long barrel of the 45.

Starting point is 07:16:28 The Hungarian lay where he, he fell for a few minutes, then crawled back from the mouth of the pit. At intervals, others tried to break out and were driven back. Dave's eyebrows crisped away. He could scarcely draw a breath through his inflamed throat. His eyes were swollen and almost blinded with smoke. His lungs ached. Whenever he took a step, he staggered, but he stuck to his job heartily. The tomato cam moved more jerkily. It carried less water, but it still continued to drench the blazing timbers at the mouth of the tunnel. So Dave held the tunnel entrance against the fire and against his own racked and tortured men. Occasionally he lay down to breathe the air close to the floor. There was no circulation,

Starting point is 07:17:15 for the tunnel ended in a wall face, but the smoke was not so heavy close to the ground. Man after man succumbed to the stupor of unconsciousness. Men choked, strangled and even died while their leader, his hair burnt and his eyes almost sightless, face and body raw with agonizing wounds, crept feebly about his business of saving their lives. Fire crisped and exhausted, he dropped down at last into forgetfulness of pain. And the flames, which had fought with such savage fury to blot out the little group of men, fell back sullenly in defeat. They had spent themselves and could do no more.

Starting point is 07:17:54 The line of fire had passed over them. It left charred trees still burning, a hillside black and smoking, desolation, and ruin in its path. Out of the prospect hole, a man crawled over Dave's prostrate body. He drew a breath of sweet, delicious air. A cool wind lifted the hair from his forehead. He tried to give a cow-puncher's yell a joy. From out of his throat came only a cracked and raucous rumble. The man was shorty.

Starting point is 07:18:24 He crept back into the tunnel and whispered hoarsely the good news. Men came out on all fours over the bodies of those who could not move. Shorty dragged Dave into the open. He was a sorry sight. The shirt had been almost literally burned from his body. In the fresh air, the men revived quickly. They went back into the cavern and dragged out those of their companions not yet able to help themselves. Three out of every twenty-nine would never help themselves again.

Starting point is 07:18:53 They had perished in the tunnel. End of Chapter 39. Chapter 40 of Gunside Pass, how oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McLeod rain. This Libravox recording is in the public domain. A message. The women of Malapie responded generously

Starting point is 07:19:19 to the call Joyce made upon them to back their men in the fight against the fire in the chaperow. They were simple folks of a generation not far removed from the biennier one which had settled the country. Some of them had come across the plains in white-topped movers wagons. Others had lain awake in anxiety on account of raiding Indians on the warpath. All had lived lives of frugal usefulness. It is characteristic of the frontier that its inhabitants help each other without stint

Starting point is 07:19:49 when the need for service arises. Now they cooked and baked cheerfully to supply the wants of the firefighters. Joyce was in command of the commissary department. She ordered and issued supplies, checked up the cooked food, and arranged for its transportation to the field of battle. The first shipment went out about the middle of the afternoon of the first day of the fire. A second one left town just after midnight. A third was being packed during the forenoon of the second day.

Starting point is 07:20:19 Though Joyce had been up most of the night, she showed no signs of fatigue. In spite of her slenderness, the girl was possessed of a fine animal vigor. There was vitality in her crisp tread. She was a decisive young woman who got results competently. A bustling old lady with the glow of winter apples in her wrinkled cheeks remonstrated with her. You can't do it all, dearie. If I was you, I'd go home and rest now.

Starting point is 07:20:48 Take a nice long nap and you'll feel real fresh, she said. I'm not tired, replied. Joyce, not a bit. Think of those poor men out there fighting the fire day and night. I'd be ashamed to quit. The old lady's eyes admired the clean, fragrant girl packing sandwiches. She sighed regretfully. Not long since, as her memory measured time, she too had boasted a clear white skin that flushed to a becoming pink on her smooth cheeks when occasion called. Ah, well, I, well, dearie, you never be young but once. you the most of it, she said, a dream in her faded eyes.

Starting point is 07:21:29 Out of the heart of the girl a full-throated laugh, welled. I'll do just that, Auntie. Then I'll grow someday into a nice old lady like you. Joyce recurred to business in a matter-of-fact voice. How many more of them ham sandwiches are there, Mrs. Kent? About sunset, Joyce went home to see that Keith was behaving properly and snatched two hours' sleep while she could. Another ship of food had to be sent out that night, and she did not expect to get to bed till well into small hours. Keith was on hand when she awakened to beg for permission to go out to the fire. I'll carry water, joy, to the men. Well, someone's got to carry it, ain't they? And if I don't,

Starting point is 07:22:11 maybe a man will have to. The young mother shook her head decisively. No, Keithy, you're too little. Grow real fast, and you'll be a big boy soon. You don't ever let me have any fun, he pouted. I got to go to bed and sleep and sleep and sleep. She had no time to stay and comfort him. He pulled away sulkily from her good-night kiss and refused to be placated. As she moved away into the darkness, it gave Joyce a tug of the heart to see his small figure on the porch, for she knew that as soon as she was out of sight, he would break down and wail.

Starting point is 07:22:46 He did. Keith was of that temperament which wants what it wants when it wants it. after a time his sobs subsided. There wasn't much use crying when nobody was around to pay any attention to him. He went to bed and to sleep. It was hours later that the voice of someone calling penetrated his dreams. Keith woke up, heard the sound of a knocking on the door and went to the window. The cook was deaf as a post and would never hear.

Starting point is 07:23:15 His sister was away. Perhaps it was a message from his father. A man stepped out from the house and, looked up at him. Miss Crawford, is she at home? Maybe so, he asked. The man was a Mexican. Way to Jiffy, I'll get up, the youngster called back. He hustled into his clothes, went down and opened the door. The signorita, is she at home? The man asked again. She's down at the Boston Emporium cutting sandwiches and packing him, Keith said. Who wants her? I haven't known for her from Signor Sanders. Master Keith seized his operation.

Starting point is 07:23:52 opportunity promptly. I'll take you down there. The man brought his horse from the hitching rack across the road. Side by side they walk downtown, the youngster talking excitedly about the fire. The Mexican either keeping silence or answering with a brief see muchacho. In the Boston Emporium, Keith raced ahead of the messenger. Joy, Joy, a man wants to see you, from Dave, he shouted. Joyce flushed.

Starting point is 07:24:19 Perhaps she would have preferred not to have her private business. shouted out before a room full of women, but she put a good face on it. A letter, signorita, the man said, presenting her with a note which he took from his pocket. The note read, Miss Joyce, your father has been hurt in the fire. This man will take you to him, Dave Sanders. Joyce went white to the lips and caught at the table to steady herself. Is he badly hurt? she asked. The man took refuge in.

Starting point is 07:24:52 ignorance, as Mexicans do when they do not want to talk. He did not understand English, he said, and when the girl spoke in Spanish, he replied sulkily that he did not know what was in the letter. He had been told to deliver it and bring the lady back. That was all. Keith burst into tears. He wanted to go to his father, too, he sobbed. The girl, badly shaken herself and soul, could not refuse him. If his father was hurt, he had a right to be with him. "'You may ride along with me,' she said, "'her lip trembling. "'The women gathered around the boy and his sister,

Starting point is 07:25:30 "'expressing sympathy after the universal fashion of their sex. "'They were kinder and more tender than usual, "'pressing on them offers of supplies and service. "'Joyce thanked them, a lump in her throat, "'but it was plain that the only way in which they could help "'was to expedite her setting out. "'Soon they were on the road, Keith riding behind his sister and clinging to her waist.

Starting point is 07:25:54 Joyce had slipped a belt around the boy and fastened it to herself so that he would not fall from the saddle in case he slept. The Mexican rode in complete silence. For an hour, they jogged along the dusty road which led to the new oil field, then swung to the ride into the low foothills among which the mountains were rooted. Joyce was a bit surprised. She asked questions and again received for answers, shrug, shrugs and voluble Spanish irrelevant to the matter.

Starting point is 07:26:24 The young woman knew that the battle was being fought among the canyons leading to the plains. This trail must be a shortcut to one of them. She gave up trying to get information from her guide. He was either stupid or sulky, perhaps a little of each. The hill trail went up and down. It dipped into valleys, meandered around hills. It climbed a mountain spur, slipped through a notch, and plumped sharply into a small mountain park.

Starting point is 07:26:52 At the notch the Mexican drew up and pointed a finger. In the dim pre-dong grayness, Joyce could see nothing but a gulf of mist. Over there, signorita, he waits. Where? In the arroyo, calm. They descended, letting their horses pick their way down cautiously through the loose rubble of the steep pitch.

Starting point is 07:27:14 The heart of the girl beat fast with anxiety about her father, with the probability that Dave Sanders would soon come to meet her out of the silence, with some vague prescience of unknown evil clutching at her bosom. There had been growing, and Joyce a feeling that something was wrong, something sinister was at work which she did not understand. A mountain corral took form in the gloom. The Mexicans slipped the bars of the gate to let the horses in. Is he here? Joyce asked breathlessly.

Starting point is 07:27:44 The man pointed to a one-room shack, huddle. on the hillside. Keith had fallen sound asleep, his head against the girl's back. "'Don't wake him when you lift him down,' she told the man. "'I'll just let him sleep if he will.' The Mexican carried Keith to a pile of sheepskins under a shed and lowered him to them gently. The boy stirred, turned over, but did not awaken. Joyce ran toward the shack. There was no light in it, no sign of life about the place. She could not understand this. Surely someone must be left.

Starting point is 07:28:17 looking after her father. Whoever this was must have heard her coming. Why had he not appeared at the door? Dave, of course, might be away fighting fire, but someone. Her heart lost a beat. The shadow of some horrible thing was creeping over her life. Was her father dead? What shock was waiting her in the cabin?

Starting point is 07:28:40 At the door she raised her voice in a faint, ineffective call. Her knees gave way. She felt her body shaking. as with an ague, but she clenched her teeth on the weakness and moved into the room. It was dark, darker than outdoors, but as her eyes grew accustomed to the absence of light, she made out a table, a chair, a stove. From the far side of the room came a gurgle that was half a snore. Father, she whispered, and moved forward. Her outstretched hand groped for the bed and fell on clothing warm with heat transmitted from a human body.

Starting point is 07:29:18 At the same time, she subconsciously classified a strong order that permeated the atmosphere. It was whiskey. The sleeper stirred uneasily beneath her touch. She felt stifled, wanted to shout out her fears in a scream. Far beyond the need of proof, she knew now that something was very wrong, though she still could not guess at what the dreadful menace was. But Joyce had courage. was what the wind and the sun and the long line of sturdy ancestors had made her. She leaned forward

Starting point is 07:29:49 toward the awakening man just as he turned in the bunk. A hand fell on her wrist and closed, the fingers like bands of iron. Joyce screamed wildly. Her nerve swept away in a reaction of terror. She fought like a wildcat, twisting and writhing with all her supple strength to break the grip on her arm. For she knew now what the evil was that had been tolling a bell of mourning. in her heart. End of Chapter 40. Chapter 41 of Gunside Pass, how oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McLeod Rain. This Libravox recording is in the public domain. Hank brings bad news. The change in the wind had cost three lives, but it had saved the jackpot property and the feed on the range. After the fire in San Jacinto Canyon had broken through

Starting point is 07:30:49 heart's defense by its furious and persistent attack, nothing could have prevented it from spreading over the plains on a wild rampage except a cloudburst or a decided shift of wind. This last had come and had driven the flames back on territory already burnt over. The fire did not immediately die out, but it soon began to dwindle. Only here and there did it leap forward with its old savage fury. Presently these sporadic plunges wore themselves. out for lack of fuel. The devastated area became a smoldering smoking char, showing a few isolated blazes in the barren ruin. There were still possibilities of harm in them if wind

Starting point is 07:31:31 should shift again, but for the present, they were subdued to a shadow of their former strength. It remained the business of the firefighters to keep a close watch on the red-hot embers to prevent them from being flung far by the breeze. Fortunately, the wind-died, down soon, reducing the danger to a minimum. Dave handed back to Shorty the revolver he had borrowed so peremptorily from his holster. Much obliged. I won't need this anymore. The cowpuncher spoke grimly. I'm liable to. Mexico's a good country for a cattleman, Sanders said, looking straight at him. Shorty met him eye to eye. So I've been told. Good range in waterholes, stock fat and well. Yes.

Starting point is 07:32:19 A man might do worse than go there if he's worn out this country. Stage robbers and rustlers right welcome, are they? asked Shorty, heartily. No questions asked about a man's past if his present is okay. Listen's good. If I meet anybody looking to make a change, I'll tell him you recommended Mexico. The eyes of the two men still clashed, and each man's was a deep respect for the other's gameness. They had been tried by fire and come through clean. Shorty voiced this defiantly. I don't like a hair of your head. Never did. You're too damned interfering to suit me.

Starting point is 07:32:57 But I'll say this. You'll do to ride the river with, Sanders. I'll interfere again this far, Shorty. You're too good a man to go bad. Oh, hell, the outlaw turned away, then thought better of it and came back. I'll name no names, but I'll say this. far as I'm concerned Tim Harrigan might be alive today. Dave, with a nod, accepted this as true. I guessed as much. You've been running with a mighty bad partner.

Starting point is 07:33:28 Have I? asked the rustler, blandly. Did I say anything about a partner? His eye fell on the three still figures lying on the hillside in a row. Not a twitching muscle on his face showed what he was thinking, that they might have been full of splendid life and vigor if Doug The Dobble had not put a match to the chaperil back of Bear Canyon. The man had murdered them just as sure as though he had shot them down with a rifle. For weeks, Shorty had been getting his affairs in order to leave the country,

Starting point is 07:33:59 but before he went, he intended to have an accountant with one man. Dylan came up to Sanders and spoke in an awed voice. "'What do you aim to do with these, Sanders?' his hand indicated the bodies lying near. Send horses up for him, Dave said. You can take all the men back to camp with you except three to help me watch the fire. Tell Mr. Crawford how things are. The men crept down the hill like veterans a hundred years old. Ragged, smoke-blackened and grimy, they moved like automaton's.

Starting point is 07:34:34 So great was their exhaustion that one or two dropped out a line and laid down on the charred ground to sleep. The desire for it was so overmastering. that they could not drive their weighted legs forward. A man on horseback appeared and rode up to Dave and Shorty. The man was Bob Hart. The red eyes and his blackened face were sunken, and his coat hung on him in crisp shreds. He looked down at the bodies lying side by side.

Starting point is 07:35:05 His face worked, but he made no verbal comment. We piled into a cave. Some of the boys couldn't stand it. Dave explained. Bob's gaze took in his friend. The upper half of his body was almost naked. Both face and torso were raw with angry burns. Eyebrows had disappeared and eyes were so swollen as to be almost closed. He was gaunt, ragged, unshaven, and bleeding. Shorty, too, appeared to have gone through the wars. "'You boys ought to have the docks see you,' Hart said gently. He's down at camp now.

Starting point is 07:35:44 One of them's men had an arm busted by a limb of a tree falling on him. I got a couple of casualties in my gang, two or three of them running a high fever. Looks like they may have pneumonia, Doc says. Lungs all inflamed from swallowing smoke. You take my horse and ride down to camp, Dave. I'll stick around here until the old man sends a relief. No, you go down a report to him, Bob. If Crawford has any fresh men, I'd like mine relieve.

Starting point is 07:36:11 They've been on steady for most two days and nights. Four or five can hold the fire here. All they need do is watch it. Hart did not argue. He knew how Dave stuck to a thing like a terrier to a rat. He would not leave the ground till orders came from Emerson Crawford. Let me go and report, suggested Shorty. I want to get my bronc and light out pronto.

Starting point is 07:36:36 Never can tell Applegate might drop around and ask questions. Me, I'm due in the hill. Mills. All right, agreed Bob. See Crawford himself, Shorty. The outlaw pulled himself to the saddle and cantered off. Best man in my gang, Dave said, following him with his eyes. There to a finish and never a whimper out of him, dragged a man out of the fire when he might have been hustling for his own skin. Shorty's game, admitted Hart. Pity he went bad. Yes, he told me he didn't kill Harry. "'Reckon Doug did that, more like him.' Half an hour later the relief came,

Starting point is 07:37:18 Hart, Dave, and the three firefighters who stayed to watch rode back to camp. Crawford had lost his voice. He had already seen Hart since the fire had subsided, so his greeting was to Sanders. "'Good work, son,' he managed to whisper, a quaver in his throat. "'I'd rather we'd lost the whole works

Starting point is 07:37:37 "'than to have that happened to the boys, a hundred times, rather. I reckon it must have been might a bad up there when the backfire caught you. The boys have been telling me, you saved all their lives, I judge. I happened to know where the cave was.

Starting point is 07:37:52 Yes, Crawford's whisper was sadly ironic. Well, I'm sure glad you happened to know that. If you hadn't... The old cattleing gave a little gesture that completed the sentence. The tragedy that had taken place had shaken his soul. He felt in a little bit of a little bit of a little.

Starting point is 07:38:09 way responsible. If the doc ain't busy now, I reckon Dave could use him, Bob said. I reckon he needs a little attention. Then I'm ready for grub and a sleep twice round the clock. If anyone asked me, I'm sure enough dead beat. I don't ever want to look at a shovel again. Doc's fixing up Lanier's burnt leg. He'd ought to be through soon now. I'll have him tended Dave's burns right away, said Crawford. He turned to Sanders. How about it, son? You sure. look bunged up pretty bad. I'm about all in, admitted Dave. Reckon we all are.

Starting point is 07:38:45 Shorty gone yet? Yes. Lit out after he'd made a report. Said he had an engagement to meet a man. Expect he meant he had an engagement not to meet the sheriff. I recollect when Shorty was a mighty promising young fellow before Brad Steeleman got a hold of him. He punched cows for me twenty years ago.

Starting point is 07:39:05 He hadn't took the wrong turn then. You can't travel crooked churlough. trails and not reach a closed-pocket of the hills sometime. For several minutes they had heard the creaking of a wagon working up an improvised road toward the camp. Now it moved into sight. The teamster called to Crawford. Here's another load of grub, boss. Miss Joyce, she rustled up them canteens he was asking for. Crawford stepped over to the wagon. Don't reckon we'll need the canteens, Hank, but we can use the grub fine. The fire's bowed out.

Starting point is 07:39:37 "'That's bully. Say, I got news for you, Mr. Crawford. Brad Steelman's dead. They found him in his house, shot plumb through the head. I reckon he won't do you any more meanness. Who killed him?' "'They ain't saying,' returned the Teamster cautiously. Some folks was guessing that maybe Doug Dobel could tell, but there ain't any evidence, as far as I know. Whoever it was robbed the safe. The cattleman made no comment. From the days of their youth, Steelman had been his bitter enemy, but death had closed the account between them. His mind traveled back to those days twenty-five years ago when he and the sheepmen had both hitched their horses in front of Helen Radcliffe's home. It had been a fair fight between them, and he had won as a man should. But Brad had not

Starting point is 07:40:28 taken his defeat as a man should. He had nourished his bitterness and, played his successful rival many a mean, despicable trick. Out of these had grown the feud between them. Crawford did not know how it had come about, but he had no doubt Steelman had somehow fallen a victim in a trap he had been building for others. A question brought his mind back to the present. The teamster was talking. So she started Pronto. I suppose you wasn't as bad hurt as Sanders figured. "'What's that?' asked Crawford. I was saying Miss Joyce, she started right away when the note come from Sanders. What note?

Starting point is 07:41:09 The one telling how you was hurt in the fire. Crawford turned. Come here, Dave, he called hoarsely. Sanders moved across. Hank says you sent a note to Joyce saying I've been hurt. What about it? Why would I do that when you're not hurt? Then you didn't?

Starting point is 07:41:27 Of course not, answered Dave, perplexed. Someone's been stringing you, Hank, said Crawford. smiling. The teamster scratched his head. No, sir. I was there when she left, about 12 o'clock last night, maybe later. But Sanders says he didn't send a note, and Joyce didn't come here, so you must have missed connection somewhere. Probably you saw her start for home, suggested Dave. Hank stuck to his guns. No, sir, she was on that sorrel of hers, and Keith was riding behind her. I saddled myself and took the horse to the store. They was. waiting there for me, the two young folks and Juan. Juan? Juan Otero. He brought the note and rode back with

Starting point is 07:42:10 her. The old cattleman felt a clutch of fear at his heart. Juan Otero was one of Doug Dobel's men. That all you know, Hank? That's all. Miss Joyce said for me to get this wagon load of grub out soon as I could, so I come right along. Doble been seen in town lately? asked Dave. Not as I know of. Shorty has. Shorty ain't in this. Do you reckon? Sanders cut the Teamster short. Some of Dobel's work, but I don't see why he sent for Keith, too.

Starting point is 07:42:43 He didn't. Keith begged to go along and Miss Joyce took him. In the haggard, unshaven face of the cattleman, Dave read the ghastly fear of his own soul. Doble was capable of terrible evil. His hatred, jealousy, and passion would work together to poison his mind. The corners of his brain had always been full of lust and obscenity. There was this difference between him and Shorty.

Starting point is 07:43:07 The squat cowpuncher was a clean scoundrel. A child, a straight girl, an honest woman, would be safe with him as with simple-hearted old Buck Bionton. But Doug Dobel, it was impossible to predict what he would do. He had a vein of caution in his makeup, but when in drink he'd jettisoned this and grew ugly. His vanity, only's a large factor in determining his actions, might carry him in the direction of decency or the reverse. Well, I'm glad Keith's with her, said Hart, who had joined the group. With Keith and the Mexican there, his meaning did not need a completed sentence.

Starting point is 07:43:46 Question is, where'd he take her? said Crawford. We might comb the hills a week and not find his hole. I wish to God Shorty was still here. He might know. He's our best bet, Bob, agreed Dave. Find him. He's gone off somewhere to sleep, rode away less than half an hour since. Which way?

Starting point is 07:44:08 Road toward Bear Canyon, said Crawford. That's a lead for you, Bob. Figure it out. He's done, completely worn out, so he won't go far, not more than three, four miles. He'll be in the hills, undercover somewhere, for he won't forget that thousand dollars reward. So he'll be lying in the chaperow. That means he'll be above where the fire started. If I was looking for him,

Starting point is 07:44:33 I'd say somewhere back of bear, cattle, or San Jacinto would be the likeliest spot. Good guess, Dave. Somewhere close to water, said Bob. You going along with me? No, take as many men as you can get. I'm going back if I can to find the place where Otero and Miss Joyce left the road. Mr. Crawford, you better get back to town, don't you think?

Starting point is 07:44:55 There may be clues there we don't know anything about here. Perhaps Miss Joyce may have got back. If not, I'll gather a posse to rake the hills, Dave. If that villain's hurt my little girl or Keith, Crawford's whisper broke. He turned away to conceal the working of his face. He hasn't, said Bob with decision. Doug ain't crazy, even if his actions look like it. I have a notion when Mr. Crawford gets back to town,

Starting point is 07:45:22 Miss Joyce will be there all right. Like as not, Doug brought her back himself. Maybe he sent for her just to brag a while. You know, Doug. That was the worst of it, so far as any allaying of their fear went. They did know Doble. They knew him for a thorough, black-hearted scoundrel who might stop at nothing. The three men moved toward the Remuda.

Starting point is 07:45:46 None of them had slept for 48 hours. They had been through a grueling experience that had tried their soul and body to the limit. but none of them hesitated for an instant. They belonged to the Old West which answers the call no matter what the personal cost. There was work to do. Not one of them would quit, as long as he could stick to the saddle.

Starting point is 07:46:09 End of Chapter 41. Chapter 42 of Gunside Pass How Oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McLeod rain. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Shorty is awakened. The eyes that looked into those of Joyce in the gloom of the cabin abruptly shook off sleep. They passed from an amazed incredulity to a malicious triumph.

Starting point is 07:46:40 So you've come to old Doug, have you, my pretty? A heavy voice cheered. The girl writhed and twisted regardless of the pain, exerted every muscle of the strong young arm and shoulder. As well, she might have tried to beat down an iron door with her bare hands as to hope for escape from his strong grip. He made a motion to draw her closer. Joyce flung herself back and sank down beside the bunk, straining away.

Starting point is 07:47:08 Let me go, she cried, terror rampant in her white face. Don't touch me, let me go. The force of her recoil had drawn him to his side. His cruel, mirthless grin seemed to her to carry inexpressible menace. Very slowly, while his eyes taunted her, he pulled her manacled wrist close. There was a swift flash of white teeth. With a startled oath, Doble snatched his arm away. Savage as a Tigris, Joyce had closed her teeth on his forearm. She fell back, got to her feet, and fled from the house. Doble was after her on the instant. She dodged around a tree, doubled on her course, then

Starting point is 07:47:52 deflected toward the corral. Swift and supple, though she was, his long strides brought him closer, Again she screamed. Doble caught her. She fought in his arms a prey to wild and unreasoning terror. You young Hellcat, I'm not going to hurt you, he said. What's the use of acting crazy? He could have talked to the waves of the sea with as much effect. It's doubtful if she hurt him.

Starting point is 07:48:20 There was a patter of rapid feet. A small body hurled itself against Doble's leg and clung there, beating his thigh with a valiant little fist. You let my sister go, you let my sister go, the boy shouted, repeating the words over and over. Dauble looked down at Keith. What the hell? He demanded, amazed. The Mexican came forward and spoke in Spanish rapidly.

Starting point is 07:48:45 He explained that he could not have prevented the boy from coming without arousing the suspicions of his sister and her friends. The outlaw was irritated. All this clamor of fear annoyed and disturbed him. This was not the scene he had planned. and his drink-inspired reveries. There had been a time when Joyce had admired the virile force of him, when she had let herself be kind to him under the impression she was influencing him for his good. He had misunderstood the reaction of her mind,

Starting point is 07:49:14 and supposed that if he could get her away from the influence of her father and the rest of his enemies, she would again listen to what he called reason. All right, you brought the brat here without orders. Now take him home again, directed him. Doble harshly. Otero protested fluently with gestures eloquent. He had not yet been paid for his services. By this time, Malapi might be too hot for him. He did not intend ever to go back. He was leaving the country pronto, moi pronto. The boy could go back when his sister went. His sister's not going back. Soon as it gets dark, we'll travel south. She's going to be my wife.

Starting point is 07:49:55 You could take the kid back to the road and leave him there. Again, the Mexican lifted his hands and shoulders while he pattered volubly, trying to make himself heard above the cries of the child. Doug had silenced Joyce by the simple expedient of clapping his big hand over her mouth. Dole's other hand went into his pocket. He drew out a flat package of currency bound together with rubber bands. His sharp teeth drew off one of the rubbers. From the bundle, he stripped four fifty-dollar bills and handed them to a taro. this kid off my leg and hit the trail, Juan. I don't care where you leave him so long as you keep an eye on him till afternoon. With difficulty, the Mexican dragged the boy from his hold on

Starting point is 07:50:39 Doble and carried him to a horse. He swung to a saddle, dragged Keith up in front of him, and rode away at a jog trot. The youngster was screaming at the top of his lungs. As his horse climbed toward the notch, Otero looked back. Doble had picked up his prisoner and was carrying her into the house. The Mexican formulated his plans. He must get out of the country before the hue and cry started. He could not count on more than a few hours before the chase began. First, he must get rid of the child. Then he wanted to go to a certain Tendahon where he would meet his sweetheart and say goodbye to her. It was all very well for Doble to speak of taking him to town or to the road. Juan meant to do neither. He would leave him in the hills above the jackpot and show him

Starting point is 07:51:30 the way down there, after which he would ride to meet the girl who was waiting for him. This would give him time enough to get away safely. It was no business of his whether or not Doble was taken. He was an overbearing brute anyhow. An hour's riding through the chaparral brought him to the watershed far above the jackpot. Otero picked his way to the upper end of a gulch. "'Lisi, macho, go down, down, down. "'First the gulch, then a canyon, then the jackpot. "'You go on this trail!' "'He dropped the boy to the ground,

Starting point is 07:52:07 "'watched him start, then turned away at a Spanish trot. "'The trail was a rough and precipitous one. "'Stumbling as he walked, Keith went sobbing down the gulch. "'He had wept himself out, "'and his sobs had fallen to a dry hiccup. A forlorn little chap, tired and sleepy, He picked his way among the mesquite, Following the path along the dry creek bed.

Starting point is 07:52:31 The cat claw tore his stockings and scratched him. Stone bruises hurt his tender feet. He kept traveling because he was afraid to give up. He reached the junction of the gulch and the canyon. A small stream which had survived the summer drought trickled down the bed of the ladder. Through tangled underbrush, Keith crept to the water. He lay down and drank, after which he sat on a rock and pitied himself.

Starting point is 07:52:59 In five minutes he would have been asleep if a sound had not startled him. Someone was snoring on the other side of the mesquite thicket. Keith jumped up, pushed his way through, and almost stumbled over a sleeping man. He knelt down and began to shake the snore. The man did not awaken. The foghorn in his throat continued to rumble intermittently, now in crescendo, now in diminuendo. Wake up, man, Keith shouted in his ear in the interval between shakes.

Starting point is 07:53:29 The sleeper was a villainous-looking specimen. His face and throat were streaked with black. There was an angry wheel across his cheek. One of the genus tramp would have scorned his charred clothes. Keith cared for none of these details. He wanted to unload his troubles to a grown-up. The youngster roused the man at last by throwing water in his face. Shorty sat up, at the same time dragging out a revolver. His gaze fastened on the

Starting point is 07:53:57 boy after one swift glance around. Who's with you, kid? he demanded. Keith began to sniffle. Nobody. What are you doing here? I want my daddy. Who's your daddy? What's your name? Keith Crawford. Shorty bit off a note of surprise. How come you here? A man brought me. A man brought me. The rustler brushed the cobwebs asleep from his eyes and brain. He had come up here to sleep undisturbed through the day and far into the night. Before he had two hours of rest, this boy had dragged him back from slumber. He was prepared to be annoyed, but he wanted to make sure the facts first. As far as he understood them, the boy told the story of the night's adventures.

Starting point is 07:54:44 Shorty's face grew grim. He appreciated the meaning back of them far better than the little fellow. Keith's answers to his questions told him that the men figuring in the episode must be Doble and Otero. Though the child was a little mixed as to the direction from which Otero had brought him, the man was pretty sure the valley where Doble was lying hid. He jumped to his feet. We'll go, kid. To Daddy?

Starting point is 07:55:10 Not right away. We got to hurry up business first. I want to go to my daddy. Sure, soon as we can. But we'll drift over to where your sister's at first. off. We're both war to a frazzle, maybe, but we got a trail over and find out what's biting Doug. The man saddled and took the uptrail, Keith clinging to his waist. At the head of the gulch, the boy pointed out the way he and Otero had come. This confirmed Shorty's opinion

Starting point is 07:55:37 as to the place where Doble was to be found. With the certainty of one who knew these hills as a preacher does his Bible, Shorty wound in and out, always moving by the line of least resistance. He was steadily closing the gap of miles that separated him from Doug Dobel. End of Chapter 43 of Gunside Pass, how oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McLeod rain. This Levervox recording is in the public domain. Juan Otero is conscripted. Crawford and Sanders rode rapidly toward Malapy.

Starting point is 07:56:20 They stopped several times to examine places where they thought it possible Otero might have left the road, but they looked without expectation of any success. They did not even know that the Mexican had started in this direction. As soon as he reached the suburbs, he might have cut back across the plane and followed an entirely different line of travel. Several miles from town, Sanders pulled up. I'm going back for a couple of miles. Bob was telling me of a Mexican tendahone and the kills kept by the father of a girl Otero goes to sea. She might know where he is. If I can get hold of them, likely I can make him talk. This struck Crawford as rather a wild goose chase,

Starting point is 07:57:01 but he had nothing better to offer himself in the way of a plan. Might as well, he said gloomily. I don't reckon you'll find him, but you never can tell. Offer the girl a big reward if she'll tell where Doble is. I'll hustle to town and send out posseys. They separated. Dave rode back up the road, swung off at the place Hart had told him of, and turned up a valley which pushed to the roots of the hills. The Tendahone was a long, flat-roofed adobe building close to the trail. Dave walked through the open door into the bar room. Two or three men were lounging at a table.

Starting point is 07:57:38 Behind a counter a brown-eyed Mexican girl was rinsing glasses in a pail of water. The young man sauntered forward to the counter. He invited the company to drink with him. I'm looking for Juan Otero, he said presently. Mr. Crawford wanted me to see him about riding for him. There was a moment's silence. All of those present were Mexicans except Dave. The girl flashed a warning look at her countrymen.

Starting point is 07:58:05 That look, Sanders guessed at once, would seal the lips of all of them. At once he changed his tactics. What information he got would have to come directly through the girl. He signaled her to join him outside. Presently she did so. The girl was a dusky young beauty, plump as a partridge, with the soft-eyed charm of her age and race. The Signor wants to see me, she asked. Her glance held a flash of mockery. She had seen many dirty, poverty-stricken maverks of humanity, but never a more battered specimen than this gaunt, hollow-eyed tramp,

Starting point is 07:58:41 black as a coal-heaver, whose flesh show grimy with livid wounds through the shreds of his clothing. But beneath his steady look, the derision died. Tattered his coat and trousers might be. At least he was a prince in adversity. The head on his splendid shoulders was still finely poised. He gave an impression of indomitable strength. I want Juan Otero, he said. To ride for Signor Crawford?

Starting point is 07:59:08 Her white teeth flashed and she lifted her pretty shoulders in a shrug of mock regret. Too bad he is not here. Some other day. Will not do. I want him now. But I have not got him hid. Where is he? I don't want to harm him, but I must know.

Starting point is 07:59:27 He took Joyce Crawford into the hills last night to Doug Dobel, pretended her father had been hurt and he had been sent to lead her to him. I must save her, from Dobel, not from Otero. Help me. I will give you money. A hundred dollars, two hundred. She stared at him. Did Juan do that?

Starting point is 07:59:45 She murmured. Yes, you know, Doble. He's a devil. I must find him. soon. Juan has not been here for two days. I do not know where he is. The dust of a moving horse was traveling toward them from the hills. A Mexican pulled up and swung from the saddle. The girl called a greeting to him quickly before he could speak. Buenos Dios, Manuel. My father is within Manuel. The man looked at her a moment, murmured,

Starting point is 08:00:14 Buenos Bonita, and took a step as though to enter the house. Dave barred the way. The flash of apprehension in Bonita's face, her unnecessary repetition of the name, the man's questioning look at her, told Sanders that this was the person he wanted. Just a minute, Otero, where did you leave Miss Crawford? The Mexican's eyes contracted. To give himself time, he fell again into the device of pretending that he did not understand English. Dave spoke in Spanish. The loafers in the bar room came out to listen.

Starting point is 08:00:48 I do not know what you mean. Don't lie to me. Where is she? The keeper of the Tendahon asked a suave question. He too talked in Spanish. Who are you, signor? A deputy sheriff, perhaps? No, my name is Dave Sanders.

Starting point is 08:01:05 I'm Emerson Crawford's friend. If Juan will help me save the girl, he'll get off a lot and perhaps make some money. I'll stand by him. But if he won't, I'll drag him back to Malappi and give him to a mob. The sound of his name was a potent weapon. His fame had spread like wildfire through the hills since his return from Colorado. He had scored victory after victory against bad men without firing a gun. He had made the redoubtable Doug Dobel an object of jeers

Starting point is 08:01:34 and had driven him to the hills as an outlaw. Dave was unarmed. They could see that. But his quiet confidence was impressive. If he said he would take Juan to Malapie with him, none of them doubted he would do it. Had he not dragged Miller back to justice, Miller, who was a killer of unsavory reputation. Otero wished he had not come just now to see Bonita, but he stuck doggedly to his statement.

Starting point is 08:02:00 He knew nothing about it, nothing at all. Crawford is sending out a dozen posseys. They will close the passes. Doble will be caught. They will kill him like a wolf. Then they will kill you. If they don't find them, they will kill you anyhow. Dave spoke evenly, without raising his voice.

Starting point is 08:02:18 Somehow he made what he said seem as inevitable as fate. Bonita caught her lover by the arm and shoulder. She was afraid, and her conscience troubled her vicariously for his wrongdoing. Why did you do it, Juan? she begged of him. He said she wanted to come, that she would marry him if she had the chance. He said her father kept her from him. The man pleaded. I didn't know he was going to harm her.

Starting point is 08:02:45 Where is he? Take me to him quick, said San Diego. Randers relapsing into English. See, Signor, at once, agreed Otero, thoroughly frightened. I want a six-shooter. Someone let me one. None of them carried one, but Benina ran into the house and brought back a small bulldog. David looked it over without enthusiasm.

Starting point is 08:03:06 It was a pretty poor concern to take against a man who carried two forty-fives and knew how to use him. But he thrust it into his pocket and swung to the saddle. It was quite possible he might be killed. by doble, but he had a conviction that the outlaw had come to the end of the passage. He was going to do justice on the man once and for all. He regarded this as a certainty. End of Chapter 43.

Starting point is 08:03:39 Chapter 44 of Gunside Pass, how oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McLeod Rain. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. The Bulldog Barks Joyce fainted for the first time in her life. When she recovered consciousness, Doble was splashing water in her face. She was lying on the bunk from which she had fled a few minutes earlier.

Starting point is 08:04:04 The girl made a motion to rise and he put a heavy hand on her shoulder. Keep your hand off me, she cried. Don't be a fool, he told her irritably. I ain't going to hurt you none if you behave reasonable. Let me go, she demanded, and struggled to a sitting position on the couch. You let me go, or my father? What'll he do? demanded the man brutally. I've stood a heap from that father yours.

Starting point is 08:04:29 I reckon this would even the score, even if I hadn't. He pulled up, just in time to keep from telling her that he had fired the chaperow. He was quite sober enough to distrust his tongue. It was likely, he knew, to let out some things that had better not be told. She tried to slip by him, and he thrust her back. Let me go, she demanded. at once. You're not going to go, he told her flatly.

Starting point is 08:04:56 You'll stay here, with me, for keeps, understand? Have you gone crazy? She asked wildly, her heart fluttering like a frightened bird in a cage. Don't you know my father will search the whole country for me? Too late. We travel south as soon as it's dark. He leaned forward and put a hand on her knee, regardless of the fact that she shrank back quivering from his touch.

Starting point is 08:05:20 Listen, girl, you've been a high stepper. Your heels click mighty loud when they hit the sidewalk. Good enough. Go far as you like. I never did fancy the kind of woman that licking man's hand. But you made one mistake. I'm no dormant, and nobody alive can wipe their feet on me. You turned me down cold. You had the old man kick me out of my job as foreman of the ranch. I told them and you both I get even. But I don't aim to rub it in. I'm going to give you a chance to be Mrs. Dobel. And when you marry me, you get a man for a husband. I'll never marry you. Never. I'd rather be dead in my grave, she broke out passionately. He went to the table, poured himself a drink, and gulped it down. His laugh was sinister and mirthless.

Starting point is 08:06:11 Please yourself, sweetheart, he jeered. Only you won't be dead in your grave. You'll be keeping house for Doug Dobel. I'm not insisting on you. I'm wedding bells none, but women have their fancies and I aim to be kind. Take them or leave them. She broke down and wept, her face in her hands. In her sheltered life, she had known only decent, clean-minded people.

Starting point is 08:06:35 She did not know how to cope with a man like this. The fear of him rose in her throat and choked her. This dreadful thing he threatened could not be, she told herself. God would not permit it. He would send her father or Dave Sanders or, Bob Hart to rescue her. And yet, when she looked at the man, big, gross, dominant, flushed with drink in his triumph, the faith in her became a weakened fluid stay for her soul. She collapsed like a child and sobbed. Her wild alarm annoyed him. He was angered at her uncontrollable shudders

Starting point is 08:07:12 when he drew near. There was a savage desire in him to break through the defense of her helplessness once and for all. But his caution urged delay. He must give her time to get accustomed to the idea of him. She had sense enough to see that she must make the best of the business. When the terror lifted from her mind, she would be reasonable. He repeated again that he was not going to hurt her if she met him halfway, and to show good faith went out and left her alone. The man sat down on a chopping block outside and churned his hatred of Sanders and Crawford. He spurred himself with drink, under its influence recalling the injuries they had done him. His rage and passion simmered, occasionally exploded into raucous curses.

Starting point is 08:08:00 Once he strode into the house, full of furious intent, but the eyes of the girl daunted him. They looked at him as they might have looked at a tiger patting toward her. He flung out of the house again, snarling at his own weakness. There was something in him stronger than passion, strong with him. than his reckless will that would not let him lay a hand on her in the light of day. His bloodshot eyes looked for the sun. In a few hours now it would be dark. While he lounged sullenly on the chopping block, shoulders and heads sunken, a sound brought him to alert attention. A horseman was galloping down the slope on the other side

Starting point is 08:08:40 of the valley. Doble eased his guns to make sure of them. Intently he watched the approaching figure. He recognized a horse, Chiquito, and then with an oath, the rider. His eyes gleamed with evil joy. At last, at last he and Dave Sanders would settle accounts. One of them would be carried out of the valley feet first. Sanders leaped to the ground at the same instant that he pulled Chiquito up. The horse was between him and his enemy. The eyes of the men crossed in a long, level look.

Starting point is 08:09:14 Where's Joyce Crawford? asked Dave. "'That your business,' Doble added to his retort, the insult unmentionable. "'I'm making it mind. What have you done with her?' The speech of the younger man took on an intonation of earlier days. "'I'm here to find out.' A swish of skirts, a soft patter of feet, and Joyce was beside her friend, clinging to him, weeping in his arms. Doble moved round in a wide circumference.

Starting point is 08:09:42 When shooting began, he did not want his foe to have the protection of the horse's body. not even for the beat of a lid did the eyes of either man lift from the other. "'Go back to the house, Joyce,' said Dave evenly. "'I want to talk with this man alone.' The girl clung the tighter to him. "'No, Dave, no, it's been awful.' The outlaw drew his long-barreled six-shooter, still circling the group. He could not fire without running a risk of hitting Joyce.

Starting point is 08:10:11 "'Hiding behind a woman, are you?' he taunted, and again flung the epithet men will not tolerate. At any moment he might fire. Dave caught the wrists of the girl, dragged them down from his neck, and flung her roughly from him to the ground. He pulled out his little bulldog. Doble fired, and Dave fell.

Starting point is 08:10:33 The outlaw moved cautiously closer, exultant at his marksmanship. His enemy lay still, the pistol in his hand. apparently Sanders had been killed at the first shot. Come to get me with that pop gun, did you? Fat chance. The bad man fired again, still approaching very carefully. Around the corner of the house a man had come.

Starting point is 08:10:56 He spoke quickly. Turn your gun this way, Doug. It was shorty. His revolver flashed at the same instant. Doble staggered, steadyed himself, and fired. The 45s roared, yellow flames and smoke spurted. The bulldog barred. "'Dave's parlor toy had come into action.

Starting point is 08:11:14 "'Out of the battle, Shorty and Sanders came erect and uninjured. "'Dobel was lying on the ground, "'his revolver smoking a foot or two from the twitching outstretched hand. "'The outlaw was dead before Shorty turned him over. "'A bullet had passed through the heart. "'Another had struck him on the temple, a third in the chest. "'We got him good,' said Shorty. "'It was coming to him.

Starting point is 08:11:39 "'I reckon you don't know that he fired the chaper all on purpose, wanted to wipe out the jackpot, I suppose. Yes, Doug sure had it coming to him. Dave said nothing. He looked down at the man, eyes hard as Jade, jaw clamped tight. He knew that, but for sure he's arrival. He would probably be lying there himself. I was aiming to shoot it out with him before I heard of this last skullduggery. As soon as the kid woke me, I hustled up my intentions. The bad man looked at Dave's weapon with a flicker of a smile on his face. He called it a pop gun. I took notice it was a right busy little play thing, but you got your nerve all right. I'd say you hadn't a chance in a thousand. You'd play your hand fine, keeling over so he'd come

Starting point is 08:12:22 close enough for you to get a crack at him. At that, he'd maybe got you if I hadn't draped in. Yes, said Sanders. He walked across to the crowd fence where Joyce sat huddled against the lower bars. She lifted her head and looked at him from wan eyes out of which the life had been stricken. They stared at him in dumb, amazed questioning. Dave lifted her from the ground. I thought you were dead, she whispered. Not even powder burnt. His six-shooter outranged mine.

Starting point is 08:12:54 I was trying to get him closer. Is he? Yes, he'll never trouble any of us again. She shuddered in his arms. Dave ached for her in every tortured nerve. He did not know and it was not his place to ask what price she had to pay. Presently she told him, not in words, without knowing what he was suffering for her.

Starting point is 08:13:16 A ghost of a smile touched her eyes. I knew you would come. It's all right now. His heart leaped. Yes, it's all right, Joyce. She recurred to her fears for him. You're not hiding any wounds from me. I saw you fall and lie there while he shot at you.

Starting point is 08:13:35 He never touched me. She disengaged herself from his arms and looked at him. wan, haggard, unshaven, eyes sunken, a tattered wretch scarred with burns. What have you done to yourself? she asked, astonished at his appearance. Souvenirs of the fire, he told her. They'll wash him wear off. Don't suppose I look exactly pretty. He had never looked so handsome in her eyes. End of Chapter 44. Chapter 45 of Gunside Pass, how oil came to the cattle country and brought a new West by William McLeod rain. This Libravox recording is in the public domain.

Starting point is 08:14:20 Joyce makes pies. Juan Otero carried the news back to Malappi. He had been waiting on the crest of the hill to see the issue of the adventure and had come forward when Dave gave him a signal. Shorty brought Keith in from where he had left the boy in the brush. The youngster flew into his sister's arms. They wept over each other and she petted him with caresses and little kisses. Afterwards, she had made some supper from the supplies Dobble had laid in for his journey south. The men went down to the creek, where they bathed and washed their wounds. Darkness had not yet fallen when they went to sleep, all of them exhausted by the strain through which they had passed.

Starting point is 08:15:01 Not until the cold crystal dawned the day awakened. Joyce was the first up. She had breakfast well underway before she had Keith call the still-sleeping men. With the power of quick recuperation which an outdoor life had given them, both Shorty and Dave were fit for any exertion again, though Sanders was still suffering from his burns. After they had eaten, they saddled.

Starting point is 08:15:23 Shorty gave them a casual nod of farewell. Tell Applegate he can look me up on Mexico if he wants me, he said. Joyce would not let it go at that. She made him shake hands. He was in the saddle, and her eyes lifted to his and shower gratitude on him. We'll never forget you. Never, she promised,

Starting point is 08:15:44 and we do so hope you'll be prosperous and happy. He grinned down at her sheepishly. Same to you, miss, he said, and added with a flash of audacity. To you and Dave both. He headed south, the other's north. From the hilltop, Dave looked back at the squat figure

Starting point is 08:16:03 steadily diminishing with distance. Shorty was moving towards Mexico, so unhasting and with a certain sureness of purpose characteristic of him. Joyce smiled. It was the first signal of unquenchable youth she had flashed since she had been trapped into this terrible adventure. I believe you admire him, Dave, she mocked. You're just as grateful to him as I am, but you won't admit it.

Starting point is 08:16:27 He's not a bad man at all, really. He's a good man gone bad, but I'll say this for Shorty. He's some man. He'll do to ride the river with. Yes. At the fire, he was the best fighter in my gang, saved one of the boys at the risk of his own life. Shorty's no quitter. She shut her teeth on a little wave of emotion. Then, I'm awful sorry for him, she said. He nodded appreciation of her feeling. I know, but you don't need to worry any. He'll not worry about himself. He's sufficient and he'll get along. They put their horses to the trail again.

Starting point is 08:17:06 Crawford met them some miles nearer town. He had been unable to wait for their arrival. Neither he nor their children could restrain their emotion at the sight of each other. Dave felt they might like to be alone and left the party to ride across to the Tendah home with Benita's Bulldog revolver. That young woman met him in front of the house. She was eager for news. Sanders told her what had taken place.

Starting point is 08:17:29 They spoke in her tongue. And Juan, is it all right about him? She asked. Juan has wiped the slate clean. Mr. Crawford wants to know when Bonita is to be married. He has a wedding present for her. She was all happy smiles when he left her. Late that afternoon, Bob Hart reached town.

Starting point is 08:17:48 He and Dave were alone in the jackpot offices when the latter forced himself to open a subject that had always been closed between them. Sanders came to it reluctantly. No man had ever found a truer friend than he and Bob Hart. The thing he was going to do, seemed almost like a stab in the back. How about you and Joyce, Bob?

Starting point is 08:18:10 He asked abruptly. The eyes of the two met and held. What about us, Dave? It's like this, Sanders said, flushed and embarrassed. You were here first. You're entitled to first chance. I meant to keep out of it,

Starting point is 08:18:25 but things have come up in spite of me. I want to do whatever seems right to you. My idea is to go away till. Until you've settled how you. you stand with her. Is that fair? Bob smiled ruefully. Fair enough, old-timer, but no need of it. I never had a chance with Joyce, not a dead man's look-in. Found that out before ever you came home. The field's clear as far as I'm concerned. Hop to it and try your luck. Dave took his advice within the hour. He found Joyce at home in the kitchen. She was making pies energetically. The sleeves of her

Starting point is 08:19:03 dress were rolled up to the elbows, and there was a dab of flower on her temple where she had brushed back a rebellious wisp of hair. She blushed prettily at the side of her collar. I didn't know it was you when I called to come in, thought it was Keith playing a trick on me. Both of them were embarrassed. She did not know what to do with him in the kitchen, and he did not know what to do with himself. The girl was acutely conscious that yesterday she had flung herself into his arms without shame. I'll go right on with my pies if you don't mind, she said. I can talk while I work.

Starting point is 08:19:36 Yes. But neither of them talked. She rolled pie crust while the silence grew significant. Are all your burns still painful? She asked at last to make talk. Yes, no. Big pardon. I was thinking of something else.

Starting point is 08:19:54 Joyce flashed one swift look at him. She knew that an emotional crisis was upon her. She was going to brush aside the barriers between them. Her pulses began to beat fast. There was the crash of music in her blood. I got to tell you, Joyce, he said abruptly. It's been a fight for me ever since I came home. I love you.

Starting point is 08:20:14 I think I always have, even when I was in prison. She waited, the eyes in her lovely flushed face shining. I had no right to think of you then, he went on. I kept away from you. I crushed down hope. I nursed my bitterness to prove to me there could never be anything between us. Then Miller confessed, and we took our walk over the hills. After that, the sun shone.

Starting point is 08:20:40 I came out from the mists where I had been living. I'm glad, she said in a low voice. But Miller's confession made no difference in my thought of you. I didn't need that to know you. But I couldn't come to you even then. I knew how Bob Hart felt, and after all he'd done for me, it was fair he should have the first chance. She looked at him, smiling shyly.

Starting point is 08:21:03 You're very generous. No, I thought you cared for him. It seemed to me any woman must. There aren't many men like Bob. Not many, she agreed, but I couldn't love Bob because her steadfast eyes met his bravely. Because of another man. Always have loved him,

Starting point is 08:21:23 ever since that night years ago when he saved my father's life. Do you really truly love me, Dave? God knows I do, he said, almost in a whisper. I'm glad, oh, awfully glad. She gave him her hands, tears in her soft brown eyes. Because I've been waiting for you so long. I didn't know whether you were ever coming to me. Crawford found them there ten minutes later.

Starting point is 08:21:49 He was looking for Joyce to find him a collar button that was missing. Dog on my hide, he fumed and stopped abruptly. the collar button forgotten. Joyce flew out of Dave's arms into her father's. Oh, Daddy, Daddy, I'm so happy, she whispered from the depths of his shoulder. The cattleman looked at Dave

Starting point is 08:22:09 and his rough face worked. Boy, you're in luck. Be good to her or I'll sking you alive, he added by way of softening this useless threat. I'd rather it was you than anybody on earth, Dave. The young man looked at her, his joy in life, the woman who had brought him back to youth in happiness, and he answered with a surge of emotion.

Starting point is 08:22:33 I'll sure try. The end. End of Chapter 45. Recording by Scotty. End of Gunside Pass, how oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McLeod Rain.

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