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A Cowboys Vindication
A shot during a struggle, and Frank Morrison is branded with the mark of Cain, but by his own efforts the real murderer is discovered
"|-^rank, do you suppose he is going \ to town again?" 1 "It looks like it," admitted Frank Morrison with a frown. "And only yesterday he promised to leave drink and the cards alone. It's not altogether Will's fault, tho. The fellows at the saloon seem to take a delight in getting him drunk."
"Perhaps if you went after him," suggested the mother, "you might induce him to come home."
"I'll try," promised Frank, but it was with no hope of success that he saddled his horse and rode into town after his errant brother.
Will had a good start and a better horse, and it was not long before he drew rein in front of the Golden Gulch Saloon. With shouts of welcome the habitues gleefully pounced upon him and dragged him inside to buy the drinks for all. Faro Nan was included in the invitation, as a matter of course, and Will stood beside the bar chatting with her as Jesse Gibbs, a gambler, entered and took in the scene with one quick glance. In a flash he had drawn his gun, but before he could fire, Frank, entering just behind him, had caught his hand and wrenched the weapon from him.
"You leave Will alone," he sharply commanded as he returned the gun to the gambler.
"Then tell that brother of yours to keep away from Nan," was the surly reply.
Well pleased with the situation Nan laughed triumphantly. She was beautiful, in an evil way, and more than one had paid for his adoration with his life. She gloried in her records.
She suffered Frank to take his brother away, for she was a little afraid of Gibbs, and was glad to have Will out of the way for a time.
The brothers drove home in silence and when they came to the corral Frank pointed to the house. "I'll take care of your horse," he said shortly. "Go into the house and don't bother mother."
Usually Will was quiet after one of his trips to town, but the few drinks he had taken had fired his blood with a desire for more, and when Frank entered he was locked to find his mother in tears.
Bit by bit she told him how Will had taken money from her purse and had slipped out of the house again, and with an angry exclamation Frank turned and retraced his' steps toward the corral.
Will was there, trying with hands that trembled in their haste, to saddle his horse. As Frank came upon the scene Will turned with an ugly oath and whipped out his gun. There was a short, sharp struggle, a report, and Will sank limply to the earth.
Stunned by the thought that he had killed his brother Frank could only kneel beside the body, Avildlv crying to Will to speak to him. He never
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