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That looks like a redskin to me and a mighty finelooking one too muttered the surveyor to his friend. Half breed was the whispered reply. Thats Buckskin Pete the son of San Jose the gambler by the daughter of a Navajo chief. Hist he added look at young Bat Mastersons face. The remark was not uncalled for. Bat who prior to the arrival on the tragic scene of Buckskin Pete had appeared cool and nonchalantly unconcerned had now become tense strainedfeatured and stern beyond 14 BUCKSKIN PETE his years; his derful Irish eyes had become hard as polished sapphires the lids of those eyes had suddenly drooped until the long curving lashes were not very far apart. Men who knew him well said his eyes always went that way when he reached for a weapon either six gun or rifle and his equal with either weapon in an emergency neither the Old World nor the New has ever produced. Buckskin Pete moved forward between his guards until with the toe of one of his moccasins he could touch the heel of San Jos6s dapper foot. Cough troubling you dad His voice low and cool had in it a musical ring that made the low tones carry far. The gambler turned his head and looked at his son. Yep Buck cough is worrying me some but Slim Jim Cooney the bum sheriff has a cure for it and I guess the coyote is going to apply the cure within the hour. The gambler smiled as he spoke and flashed his brilliant eyes from his sons face to the faces of the men who stood near and there was a world of cold scorn in his glance. Buckskin Pete laughed as his father ceased speak ing and the quality of his laughter would have made his fortune on the stage in any country in the world : it was like the chiming of silver bells. A moment later he spoke and his voice was marvellously like his fathers the same drawl the same rich liquid foreign undernote as if the Spanish blood was trying to assert itself over the rougher AngloSaxon. Slim Jim Cooney did you say dad eh The coyote you flogged with your rawhide in the streets of St. Sebastian a dozen years ago Its the same man isnt it dad Yep son its the same man but we were equal THE SHERIFF OF PINE EIDGE 15 then man to man and the coyote didnt dare to pull his gun though I gave him fifty chances so I marked him some with my rawhide in the teeth of all St. Sebastians citizens. Hes got a whole sheriffs posse at his back now and even at that he didnt dare make an open break but took us by surprise. Nice lot of men here in Pine Ridge laughed Buckskin Pete to stand for a play like this. Men did you say men jeered San Jos6 and again his feverbrilliant eyes flashed over the crowd and again the youth laughed. It seemed as if father and son were trying to outvie each other in utter and abandoned recklessness for there could be no mistaking the looks of the dozen tough citizens who were clustered near the sheriff; they were his heelers his posse and everyone a gun man with bad man printed on each reckless face. They were watching the crowd and their hands were on their weapons and every front ranker in the throng knew that the first person who made a move to befriend the prisoners would do so at the risk of his life for Slim Jim Cooneys posse had a reputation for shooting first and asking for reasons at the inquest. What in hell is keeping those hombres inside sheriff growled one of Slim Jims men. This outfit he whispered is too all fired quiet for my liking. Anything may stampede em an once started the men o Pine Ridge will take some stopping. Well stop em snarled the sheriff. Then in the same low tone he continued : Bud McCormick and the rest are trying to get that English guy they call The Whippet to open his head about San Jos6s secret; if The Whippet squeals an gives the secret away hell save his neck. It was no use tryin to wring it out of San Jos6 or Buckskin Pete; you