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The Sheriff Deducts
●LACK FEATHER knew that every-
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boys
smart," Jim · sald
Jim's hand dropped idly to the butt
Bone thought there was bad blood softly. Turn your mage around and between him and Harry Lyman, his lead the way back home." boss, so the morning the latter was found hanging by his neck from the. arch over the ranch gate, the Indian of his gun. His eyes were cold and aaddled up his pony, tied supplies. and sharp and fearless. The Circle H hoys blankets on behind and headed for knew him by reputation. They turn- ed heel, and Boyle and Black Feather followed along, behind,
town.
he
Old his
Three months ago Black Feather's right hand had been crushed by a It was a gruesome sight that greet- falling horse, making him useless as ed them at the Circle H gate.
It Harry Lyman was hanging by a cowman, which was his trade. looked as if he might have to go beg- neck and his face wasn't pleasant to ging, or return to the reservation and look-at. live off his aged parents, which
Jim dismounted and picked up the didn't want to do. But Harry Lyman soap box that was lying against one had given him a job as general roust- of the fence posts. He placed it be- about at the Circle H.
neath Old Harry's dangling boots. The Sheriff Jim Boyle was dozing in his boots were fully two feet above the office chair when Black Feather enter surface of the box. ed and stood. quietly with his back to the door. Jim scrutinized him with
one' eye."
"Murder, I guess," he said. "He couldn't have stood on this box an' hung hisself. He squinted up at the still form. meditatively. "Way things "What's on your mind, Blackie?"
look, someone tossed a rope around to "Senor Lyman him dead, Him hang Harry's neck an' strangled him hisself."
the death, then slung the rope over cross piece an' tied it so's it'd appear Jim opened his other eye. He knew like suicide. That there soap box was better than to get excited. The Indian an afterthought. Killer didn't have might become scared and not talk. time to measure the distance between
Tell me about it," he said casually, Harry's boots and the top of it." reaching for the makings.
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saddle.
"Him dead," Black Feather repeated. Sheriff Boyle swung back into the "Him hung hisself."
The Circle H riders looked Sheriff Boyle got up and strapped bewildered and somewhat annoyed. on his six-gun. He knew of the bad "There's foot-prints on top of the
By Vic Yardman
blood that existed between the Indian box," Jim went on. "Somebody stood and Harry Lyman. The latter; had on it so's it'd appear Harry climbed up been losing cattle, and not more than on it an' jumped off. Trouble is Har- a week ago Sime Purdy, the Circle H ry's got on flat-heeled house shoes, and foreman, had found the imprints of them foot-prints was made by high- Black Feather's pony near the remains heeled ridin' boots. There's cleats on of a branding fire.
"You ride out with me, eh? look the situation over?"
the outside edges, the kind a jigger We'll would put on who ran down his heels
on the side. Sime," said Sheriff Boyle "Me sharply, "lemme see the soles of your
Black Feather shook his head. no go. Me ride away far."
Sheriff Boyle eyed the saddle roll on Black Feather's pony. "You ride out with me," he repeated softly. "Come on. Up and off.”
Black Feather offered no argument, : but mounted and set off ahead of the
boots.'
Sime Purdy's mouth fell" open.. His body grew rigid. He leaned forward a little in his saddle.
"Why, damn you, Sheriff, what are
officer, Three miles out of town he you drivin'. 'at?”
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reined in and pointed. A group of “Just this. · Yesterday Harry rid horsemen were coming along the trail. into town an tole me he suspected it Sheriff Boyle loosened the gun in its was you who's been in cahoots with holster and waited.
the cattle rustlers. He asked me. not The horsemen came up rapidly. There to do anything till he collected more were seven, all riders from the Circle evidence.. Somethin' must have hap H, led by Sime Purdy, the foreman. pened when he got home. You pro- They looked darkly at Black Feather. bably discovered he suspected you. Purdy said:
But you had things arranged. You
"Sheriff, we're askin' you to turn had already accused Black Feather, ao that murderin' redakin. over to us. He the boys naturally suspected he was killed Harry on account of Harry the culprit when you murdered the old learned it was him who's been rustlin' man. › Damn it, Sime, you ain't got a Circle H cattle."
lick o' sense. Black Feather. ain't “You sound right sure of yourself, been able to tozs a rope since he had Sime. Black Feather allows it was his hand crushed, two months ago. suicide. As an officer of the law I'd g better,find out which is what.” "His Sime was slow-minded, but ho eyes flicked over the faces of the rid- caught on quickly. He had speed ers. "You ain't got no objections to with a six-gun, and he might have beaten Boyle to the draw, had not the : that, have you, men?*****
There was a muttering among the officer anticipated what was going to men. Sime Purdy growled.. in his happen The two guns roared almost throat. A tense moment, followed. It together, but Sime had barely gotten was plain that these men had no han- his clear of its holateriz koring to tangle with tha? law,
(Copyright, 1988; By:The As they wanted Black Feather.
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