The Mesa Trail
"Sam Tracy," observed Mrs. Crump with a look of severity, "I've knowed you more years than I care to reckon up. And you know me, I guess! Now, Sam, I sure hate to do it but I got to. Stick up your hands, Sam, and do it damn sudden!"
The muzzle of her revolver poked the astounded sheriff in the stomach. For a moment he gazed into her shrewd blue eyes, then slowly elevated his hands.
"Are you crazy, ma'am?" he demanded.
She removed his holstered weapon, then lowered her own and shook her head.
THADY SHEA ENCOUNTERS PURPOSE
YOUR man Shea is settin' in my car yonder," said Mrs. Crump. Heedless of the glaring sun, she picked up her pipe and disposed her giant frame for converse. From narrowed lids the sheriff eyed the lanky, updrawn figure of Shea, which he now noticed for the