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Not So Observing
Deputy Spud Damon swung from the back of his pinto and rolled over the body of the man that lay sprawled in the sand behind a boulder.
THERE ARE NO TURKISH TOWELS MANUFACTURED IN TURKEY!
Horting...
"Score again,". Tim "applauded. "I other bin ridin' on the trail o' none than Sid Cowen. I figure the reward will held me, to git myself married, and catchin' Sid will help me to get "Sheriff Bull Morgan!" he ejaculat- the job o' sheriff, come next election.**
"You "Hal" declared Spud. ed. "Good gosh! Dead, too. Plugged
put square between the eyes. Now that your foot into it that time, Tim. the The deputy suddenly broke off What makes you think our worthy as his glance fell on a small, dark sheriff, Bull Morgan, won't object half buried in the sand. He hand come next election?" picked it up. It was the slightly worn "Because," said Tim, grinning. "He's heel of a riding boot. "It shore looks," dead. I jest shot him." the deputy mused, "as though. the
Spud stared."Eh?" he said. “Well,`` killer of our late sheriff lost a heel
now it shore is a help to hear you and was too excited to notice. Reckon fessin' up, Tim. But you might jest
again.
ence to prove you're anyhow."
be on
the murderer
I jest better keep this fer evidence." as well, on-account of I got the evid-
He slipped the heel inside his shirt and swung aboard the pinto
the
"Have you now, Spuddie, my boy? "My guess is that Sid Cowen, well-known, but mysterious and uni- And what's the evidence?"
inside "Jest this!" Spud reached. dentified bandit what's been raising
produced the heel. the old Harry around the valley the his shirt and
this "Thet there heel come off the boot o' past month, is responsible for job. Reckon the smart thing for me the man who murdered Sheriff Bull to do is ride back to town, advice the. Morgan. I found his body out on the coroner to come out and pick up the Sanborn trail, and I found this heel remains of the sheriff, collect a posse an' go after Sid Cowen in earnest."
Spud's thoughts assumed a jubilant nature as he jogged along the
trail
lyin' beside it and marks in the sand to indicate the murderer in his excite- his ment rid away without noticin' loss..
"Now, Tim, I hate to do this, but it
By Vic Yardman
toward Soda Sink. Now that the shore looks to me like you're the sheriff was dead the chances were that he, Spud, would get the job.
.
are you guilty person. Else why wearin' new boots?"
Tim's face assumed an expression Baid, "An' that," he muttered with satis of deep gravity. "Boys" he faction, "will let Tim Marshall out in addressing the men at the bar, "it the cold. Tim's been planning on looks to me like Spud's got the goods gettin' to be sheriff for more'n a year on me. He asks why I bought my- the only now. Dang "his hide, wait'll he hears self some new boots, an what I got to say.”.
answer I got is, my old ones plumb wore out."
mad, A mile farther along the trail the
Spud was beginning to get deputy sighted a horseman, far to the "It won't be so funny when you're north, madly tearing across the desert swingin' on the end of a rope." in the same direction.
"Fer a fact it won't, Spuddie-If I can 800, "Dang me effin that jigger don't. swing. Now, as far as I
thing wrong with Took plumb
I there's jest one Now
your theory: That is, Sheriff Morgan -wonder"
the Fifteen minutes later, Spud rode and Sid Cowen was all one in
I found him brandin' stolen up to the bitchrack before the Wink- same. ing Eye Saloon and swung from his cattle, accused him of bein' saddle. His pulse quickened a little and shot it out with him. as his eye rested on a foam-flecked how come he's dead. There was two
sorrel. and exhausted looking
The jiggers with me to prove it.”
"An all three of yuh is a bunch. Borrel, he knew, belonged to Tim Mar- of liars!" Spud roared, his face get- He didn't like this very much. "How about that boot heel? I
somethin'." up at the bar. One of these Spud guess that proves instantly recognized as Tim Marshall, Tim, curiously enough, was wearing a new pair of boots,
shall.
familiar.
Within the gloomy depths of the ting red.
saloon a half dozen men were lined
Cowen. That's
"It proves," grinned Tim, "that you're plenty dumb. an' wouldn't make account of a very good sheriff, on you're not so observin' as a sheriff. Spud sidled up beside the "would- otter be. That there beel come from be sheriff and ordered himself a drink, the sheriff's boot. I shot it off! You
"Howdy, Tim," he greeted a "Well, well. If it ain't our rthy deputy! How's deputyin', spud?" Newspapers.) Tim. Marshall, tall, angular, hand-
some, grinned chidingly.
"Not bad. Not bad at all, Tim." Spud swallowed his drink in a single gulp' and turned to face the tall man. Bought yourself a new pair of boots, I see. Tim.”.
"Well, now ain't that smart!" Serl- ous-faced, Tim turned to the men who had been listening "Gente, did you hear? Spud declares I bought myself ́a now pair of boots. Now that's what I call a right observing and smart officer of the law."
There was a general ruffawing Spud felt the blood rushing into his cheeks.・ "Also, I see, you been ridin, 'some, Tim,” he remarked, hooking, his heal into the brass rail” and “rasting his elbows on the mahogany.
better go back an' take a look."
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