anaheim-gazette 1931-04-02

TIGER EYE---A Thrilling Story of the Cattle Range By B. M. BOWER First Installment The kid was running away, but he was taking his time about it and he enjoyed every foot of his flight. He was running away from several things that had begun to hurry him, even at twenty; his father's enemies—such as had outlived straight-shooting old Killer Reeves; but he was not running from the enemies so much as from the impending necessity of shooting them. The kid had no ambition for carrying on, the feud and getting the name of being a killer, like Pap. He did not want to kill; he had seen too much of that and it carried neither novelty nor the glamour of adventure. Then, too, he was running away from a girl who had called him Tiger Eye to his face. The kid felt a streak of fire shoot up his spine when he thought of the way she had pronounced the name men called him. Always before he had accepted it just as he would have accepted any other nickname suggested by something in his character or appearance, but she had made it a taunt. He couldn't change the yellow stare of his right eye, any more than he could remember not to squint his blue left eye nearly shut when he really meant something. His mother always told him he got that tiger eye at a circus she had visited before he was born. The kid didn't know about that, but he knew he had it and that it was the eye that looked down a gun barrel when he practised shooting; the eye that stared back when somebody tried to give him some of their lip. They didn't very often; they seemed to expect him to ride with his right glove off and his gun loose in its holster, the way Pap always did. But the kid never wanted to shoot "that's all right—I'm a friend. Think I'd rode out in sight if I wasn't?" the stranger remarked easily. "I'm riding for the Poole." Without moving his gaze, the kid tilled his head slightly toward the twisted figure on the round. "Yo'all heard what he said?" "Yeah, I heard 'im. He had it comin', Kid." "I aimed to shoot his gun ahm down. I didn't aim to kill him." "You'd been outa luck, Kid, if you hadn't. He'd got you." "Plumb crazy," said the kid. "Comin at me thataway." "Sure was. You from the South?" "Brazos," the kid answered succinctly. "Yeah. My name's Garner, Babe Garner. How come you're ridin' to Wheeler's?" The kid gave one further look at Garner, decided that he was all right and holstered his gun. "This place over heath was the closest," he explained. "This Wheelah?" "Yeah." Babe Garner looked from the paper up into the kid's face. His own steely eyes were questioning, impressed. "You sure as hell don't waste any time. Mind tellin' me your name?" "Bob Reeves." The kid looked full at Garner, a defiant expression around his mouth. "Folks call me Tiger Eye back home. They gonna be friends to do it, though." Babe Garner glanced obliquely at the heap on the ground, nodded and looked away, up the road and down. "Say, you better fog along to my camp with me," he said uneasily. "These damn nesters is shore mean Let the pinto go. Anybody come along and catch you here, it's fare ye well. What kinda gun you got?" "Colt forty-five." pulling the clothes off the back to the bluff. A baby in dress toddled out on the doors down violently and began to backward off the step. Wheeler Only there wasn't any Wheeler more. Just a heap of dressed-up and meat, back there in the trunk. What devil's luck was it that made the kid shoot wide, Lil Used to shoot the plips out of somebody held out for him—She hold cards out for him to show time. Never had missed this before. The kid could not unsee it. It worried him almost as to the killing. Babe Garner had a snug cage to be approached save from onion, up a bare steep little ridge wall-ed in basin where two bubbled out from the rock woozed away through ferns and grass with little blue flowers to the tops. When they had eaten, Babe paper-bound novel down off shelf where many more were He glanced at the kid inoulir "Lots to read if you want offered. Make yourself to horen." Reckon I'll take a ride." said quietly. "Alm to get ther land." "Oh sure." Babe studied from beneath his lashes. "We help? We're pardners from Tiger Eye." "Don't need hep' right now, said the kid. 'You'all lay still yoah book, Babe. I'll come b" "Give this signal when you trail, Tiger Eye," he dire whistled a strain like the cry night bird. "Us Poole boys other that way at night. Sa hear that call, you know it's." "Thanks," said the kid, and left eye nearly shut when he really meant something. His mother always told him he got that tiger eye at a circus she had visited before he was born. The kid didn't know about that, but he knew he had it and that it was the eye that looked down a gun barrel when he practised shooting; the eye that stared back when somebody tried to give him some of their lip. They didn't, very often; they seemed to expect him to ride with his right glove off and his gun loose in its holster, the way Pap always did. But the kid never wanted to shoot any one. That was the main reason why he had left home. That was nearly six weeks ago. The kid had pointed his pony's nose to the north and never once had he spread his blankets twice in the same camp. He'd be in Canada if he didn't stop pretty soon, he thought. He didn't want anything of Canada; too cold up there. He'd stay down in Montana. Lots of the boys went up into Montana with the big trail herds and didn't come back; seemed to like the country fine. It was nice country, all right, and the kid decided that he had about reached the end of his journey. From where the trail approached the edge of a high wide plateau, he had a splendid view of the country spread out below him. He could look right down into the wide mouth of that coulee and see corals, the squatty stable and the small house backed up against the red sandstone wall. Maybe he could get a job and stop right there, without looking any farther. The kid swung his slim body around in the saddle to see if his pack horse was coming right along as he should, and as he did so his backsliding horse squatted and shied violently away from something white fluttering in the top of a soapweed alongside the road. He spurred Pecos toward the white flutter, talking to him softly; leaned over and plucked the paper off the bush and examined the thing as he rode. It seemed to be a crude map of the country lying down below him, between the bench and the river. The kid spread the paper flat on his saddle horn and got it lined up with the country. Yes, here was the place he was coming to. According to the paper, the ranch was owned by a man named Nate Wheeler and his brand was the Cross O. He was in luck. He could ride right up and call the man by name, just as if he'd heard all about him. It would make a difference, all right. Nate Wheeler wouldn't think he was just some fly-by-night stranger riding through. He'd probably give him work; he would, if he had any. A man was riding toward him, coming out of the wide-armed coulee to the left—the one which the map had identified as Nate Wheeler's place. The kid saw him the minute he came around the bold rock ledge that marked that Bob Roeves. The kid looked run at Garner, a dofant expression around his mouth. "Folks call me Tiger Eye back home. They gotta be friends to do it, though:" Babe Garrier glanced obliquely at the heap on the ground, nodded and looked away, up the road and down. "Say, you better fog along to my camp with me," he said uneasily. "These damn nesters is shore mean Let the pinto go. Anybody come along and catch you here, it's fare ye well. What kinda gun you got?" "Colt forty-five." "Good. That won't tell nothin' if the nesters get snoopy. Come on, Tiger Eye. I'll see yuh through this." He wheeled his horse, and led the way back up the hill, and the kid followed without a word. The damned, dirty luck of it! Having to shoot the first man he saw in the country, the one he was going to strike for a job! Another thing bother him; how bad he happened to miss, like that? He had aimed at Wheeler's gun arm. How had he shot so far wide that the bullet went through Wheeler's head? If never occurred to him that his father or any one else would disapprove of the shooting. That would be called a case of "have to." And as he meditated gravely on the necessity of defending himself, he remembered the jerk of his big hat and took it off to see just what had happened. There it was—a smudged hole right in the middle of the crown. "Dunn clos." Babe commented. "You want to keep your eye peeled hereafter. These nesters'll shoot a man on sight." "What foh?" "'Cause they're damn' cow thieves and the Poole has called the turn,' Babe said savagely. "You heard what he hollered." "That's the nester's war whoop, these days. The Poole has had four men fanned with bullets in the last month. We're needin' riders that can shoot. You come in time." "How many men have the nestahs lost?" Babe hesitated, gave his head a shake, laughed one hard chuckle. "You know of one, anyway," he said meaningly. The kid questioned no further but followed silently in Babe's lead. Over a lava bed they went, where the horses must pick their way carefully but where they left no track. Down along the rim of the benchland, past the head of the coulee marked on the map as Wheeler's. Once, the kid looked down almost upon the roof of the cabin. A woman came out and began was the Cross O. He was in luck. He could ride right up and call the man by name, just as if he'd heard all about him. It would make a difference, all right. Nate Wheeler wouldn't think he was just some fly-by-night stranger riding through. He'd probably give him work; he would, if he had any. A man was riding toward him, coming out of the wide-armed coulee to the left—the one which the map had identified as Nate Wheeler's place. The kid saw him the minute he came around the bold rock ledge that marked that end of the coulee and he wondered if this might not be Nate Wheeler himself. He'd ask him, anyway, as soon as they met. The two solitary horsemen rode up into sight of each other suddenly, fifty yards apart and the slope dropping away on either side. The rancher jerked his horse up as if about to wheel and ride back whence he came. The kid kept straight on. Then the rancher did a most amazing thing. He yanked his gun from its holster, drove the spurs against his horse and came lunging straight at the kid. "Draw, you coyote! I'm comin' a shootin'!" he yelled as he rode. The kid was caught completely off his guard, but he had been trained in a hard school that accepted no excuse for fumbling. The paw-w of his forty-five was not a split second slower than the other. He felt a vicious jerk at his hat as his finger tightened around the trigger of his gun. Then he was riding forward to where the man had toppled from his horse. The little pinto shied away and would have started running, but the kid caught it with one sweep of his long arm that gathered in the trailing reins. He was sitting there on his horse, staring incredulously down at the dead man, when another horseman came galloping down a greasy ridge, no more than a stone's throw away. The kid turned and looked at him hardly along the course of his gun. "You'll stop where you're going," the commanded in his soft driving voice, and the stranger stopped, throwing up both hands laughingly as he did so. The kid surveyed him carefully with his peculiar, tigerish eye—the outer aquatic coat. It gave him a deadly look in spite of his toyfulness, but he did not know that. If baby has COLIC ACRYL in the night: Colic! No cause for alarm if Castoria is handy. This pure vegetable preparation brings quick comfort, and can never harm. It is the sensible thing when children are ailing. Whether it's, the stomach, or the little bowels; colic or constipation; or diarrhea. When tiny tongues are coated, or the breath is bad. Whenever there's need of gentle regulation. Children love the taste of Castoria, and its mildness makes it safe for frequent use. And a more liberal dose of Castoria is always better for growing children than strong medicine meant only for adult use. Rolling Story Battle Ranges At the clothes off the line, her to the bluff. A baby in a pink frocked out on the doorstep, sat violently and began to squirm hard off the step. Wheeler's baby, there wasn't any Wheeler, any Just a heap of dressed-up bones neat, back there in the trail. It devil's luck was it that had the kid shoot wide, like that? To shoot the plips out of cards body held out for him—Sis would cards out for him to shoot, any. Never missed that—a-way. The kid could not understand worried him almost as much as rolling. Garner had a snug cabin, not approached save from one dire-cup a bare steep little ridge to aid in basin where two springs d出 from the rock wall and away through ferns and tall with little blue flowers tilting on ups. They had eaten. Babe took a bound novel down off a high where many more were piled,anced at the kid inouiringly. It to read if you want it," he said. "Make yourself to home, Bob." Buckon I'll take a ride," the kid quietly. "Alm to get the lay of land." Sure," Babe studled the kid beneath his lashes. "Want any We're parners from now on—Eye." Don't need he'p right now, thanks," the kid. "You'll lay still and read book, Babe. I'll come back." I've this signal when you come up rail, Tiger Eye," he directed, and led a strain like the cry of some bird. "Us Poole boys hall each that way at night, Safer. You that call, you know it's a friend,"anks," said the kid, and repeated worried face showed there in the crack. "Evenin', Ma'am. Theah's a fun lay'in back up there a piece in the road. I—is yoh husband—home?" "No, Nate's gone." She opened the door another three inches and looked at him unafraid. "He ought to be back any time now. Is it—is the man—" "Dead, I reckon." "Oh! Is he—do you know who it is?" "No'm, nevah did see him before. A—he was ridin' a black panto hawse." "Nate! They've got Nate! They said they would—they nailed a warning on the gate—they've killed him! Where is he? Is it far? I'll go with you. The murdering devils! How far is it?" Contlaud Next Week "Draw, you coyote! I'm certain a shootin!" he yelled as he rode. 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