Ranger Winds: the New Breed

By E. Richard Womack

In their early years, the Texas Rangers protected the settlers from Mexicans and Indians along the river. As time passed, the Rangers became lawmen, protecting Texas after the Civil War. Now, times are changing and the Rangers must change with them. These men are known as the new breed.

In this fourth book in the Ranger Winds Series by author E. Richard Womack, the Rangers still mourn the death of Ranger Captain Laughlin McFarland, a legend and the fastest gun in Texas. Captain Jones has been selected to replace McFarland, Dusty McFarland and Boots Law have become Ranger Captains in Uvalde and Abilene respectively, and Ryder McCoy has been assigned to establish a new station in Fort Worth. Newfangled inventions, such as one of the first horseless carriages in Texas, keep the men on their toesas do a gang of highwaymen and the Pinkerton detective sent to catch them.

Although new forensics and techniques have made detection procedures more efficient and simple, theres still plenty to keep the Rangers busy as murder, robberies, rustling, and general mayhem still plague the West as they rush headlong into the twentieth century.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Apr 15, 2013
• ISBN: 9781475980813

E. Richard Womack

E. Richard Womack, a native of Bowie, Texas, grew up listening to his great-grandfather tell tales about cowboys and the old West. Womack lives in Bulverde, Texas, and also spends time on a small, South Texas ranch in Fowlerton. This is the fourth book in the Ranger Winds series.

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Ranger Winds,

The New Breed

E. Richard Womack

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Ranger Winds, The New Breed

Copyright © 2013 E. Richard Womack.

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Library of Congress Control Number: 2013904257

iUniverse rev. date: 3/8/2013

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 10

Chapter 9

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

This book is dedicated

In Memory Of

Roger D. Hudgins

I love you like a brother.

May You Rest In Peace

Chapter 1

It’s been six months since Ranger Captain Laughlin McFarland’s death and the last meeting atop Lookout Peak between the four Rangers, Boots Law, Tony Hardin, Ryder McCoy and Dusty McFarland. It was decided at this meeting that Dusty, Laughlin’s son, would return to the Big Iron Ranch to care for his now widowed mother.

Additionally, Captain Ranger Ben Jones, Laughlin’s replacement, set up a Ranger Station in Uvalde and, at Boots’ request, sent him on to Abilene where Captain Jones contemplated opening another Ranger Station in the near future; more than likely, Boots, the most experienced of the four, would be named its Captain.

Ryder, who is in his thirties, is also a seasoned Ranger while Tony, the adopted son of Laughlin and ‘brother’ to Dusty, is only twenty-one years old. He and Dusty had become Rangers; Dusty on his eighteenth birthday and Tony on his nineteenth. All three were prodigies of Laughlin; having been personally trained in Ranger procedures and the use of weapons, especially handguns.

Laughlin was a legend and, until his death, remained the fastest gun in Texas. Ironically, Laughlin, who was unarmed and in his own home, had been slain by a shot in the back from an insane woman. Since Laughlin’s death however, it was a known fact that Dusty now had the fastest gun, and then came Boots followed by Tony and Ryder; who were considered equally fast. On the other hand, Laughlin’s replacement, Ben Jones, was a Ranger with little time in the saddle and was not known for his prowess with handguns or long-rifles but was well versed in law enforcement.

Having established a Ranger station in Uvalde and dispatching Boots on to Abilene, Captain Jones turned his attention to the local situation. Nathan Law, known as ‘Shotgun’, retired form the Rangers and became the fulltime deputy to Uvalde Sheriff, Roger Hudgins. Nathan has a peg leg and is getting along in years so the deputy’s job is perfect for him. Nathan is also the father of Ranger Boots Law and Sterling Law. Sterling, recently elected Lt. Governor of Texas, had been one of Laughlin’s best friends.

After sizing up the situation in Uvalde, Captain Jones dispatched Ryder and Tony to Fredericksburg to investigate recent stage holdups in the area. The stage, coming from Brady, had been robbed three times in the last two months. The holdups were taking place north of Fredericksburg, close to the small town of Cherry Springs.

The railroad had taken most of the business from the stage lines, but they were still necessary for travel in areas where there were no ‘spurs’ for railroad travel.

About twenty miles from Fredericksburg, as they road along at a slow walk, Tony barked, You know Ryder, we’re pretty fortunate; here we are sitting on two pretty good mounts. I remember when Laughlin gave you Rowdy and Ma’ gave me Strawberry.

Ryder smiled and replied, Yeah, Captain gave me Rowdy alright; you know, I’ll never forget it. He was a great man. Then Ryder laughed and said, I remember when that feller down in Eagle Pass shot your horse out from under you. Never forget how mad you were; first time I ever seen you lose it.

Yeah; well now I’ve got Strawberry and he’s a good horse.

As they continued to ride, Tony carefully brought up a subject he knew needed careful handling as he asked, Hey partner, heard from Jeanette lately?

Yeah, we still write, and you know, when she came down to Fort Worth, she even made an effort to persuade me to go back to Chicago with her. Ryder paused for a moment, and then continued, Hell, I almost did too; fact is, when her train left the damn depot, I rode along side it with every intention of jumping on board.

Why didn’t you? asked Tony.

Damned if I know. Something kept me from doing it; probably my love for Texas and the Rangers. Maybe one day I’ll ride up there and look Chicago over. Ryder pointed at Tony and said, sternly, One thing I know for sure, it’s got the girl I love………How about you Tony; you in love with that schoolmarm in Uvalde?

Nope; now don’t get me wrong, I like and respect her; just ain’t ready to settle down. I like our present arrangement.

Realizing that neither one of them wished to discuss their own love life any further, Ryder queried, You think old Dusty boy will be marrying Paulette any time soon?

Maybe and maybe not, answered Tony. Not only does Dusty insist on a man and wife being equally yoked, with his pious background, she’ll have to prove she’s a believer or it won’t happen.

Yeah, you’re probably right. When we get to Fredericksburg, a room, bath and a nice restaurant with some good German food and steins of beer is high on my list.

And afterwards, we can visit the local saloon; the Germans sure ‘nuff like to celebrate don’t they, responded Tony.

Yeah, they sure do and, since it’s Saturday, I’ll bet there’s a street dance with lots of them pretty German girls. said Ryder as he added; But first, we’ll spend some time with Sheriff Hans Von Kruger. I understand he’s an old timer…..should have some ideas about the stage holdups.

Tony nodded his agreement as the two men continued on to Fredericksburg in silence.

Arriving in town, they quickly found out that a lot of the Germans did not speak English; those that did referred to Fredericksburg as German Town. It was quickly noted that the Germans were a little more sophisticated than what Tony and Ryder had experienced along the border.

Everything in the town was neat and well maintained. The buildings were built of limestone displaying a mosaic of beautiful stone work worthy of an Eastern Art Gallery.

Before checking in at the hotel, Ryder and Tony paid Sheriff Von Kruger a visit. As they entered the Sheriff’s office, they were greeted by Hans. He was about sixty years old but appeared a might older. He had a firm handshake and was short but big boned. He was a strong looking man in his high top boots, blue britches, suspenders and blousy red shirt. He was bald on top with a silver ring of hair around the side of his head and a full, silver colored, beard. He had a red complexion, dark brown eyes and spoke excellent English as well as a local dialect of Texas German.

After the usual greetings, Von Kruger said, You boys here after the stage robbers? We call ‘em Ghost robbers; after striking about a mile from a stage stop, they simply vanish. Riding through the rocks, they leave no tracks; just disappear……..like ghosts.

Ryder told Hans that, in the morning, he and Tony would be riding out to the site where the latest stage robbery took place. Having no further business, the Rangers headed for the hotel.

Once registered and assigned a room, Ryder said, Partner, this looks like the work of someone in the area, small amounts of money stolen, no shooting or killing, then back to the farm or ranch.

I agree said Tony, let’s make ourselves known; you know, ask questions and see who gets nervous.

Right, said Ryder. Then, with a sly smirk on his face, added, Who knows, I might make a thinking Ranger out of you yet. You’re showing signs of using your head for something besides a hat rack.

Tony laughed then barked, Come on, let’s get ready. I’m hungry and anxious to see all them German girls. Then, while I’m with the girls, maybe you could go down to the livery stable. Seen a bunch of old men out beside it pitching horseshoes, maybe they’ll let you play.

Ryder threw his pillow striking Tony in the head and growled, Young man, you’d better watch your smart aleck mouth or this old Ranger will start tracking tonight. Just remember, I’m the boss.

After bathing, shaving and getting into clean clothes, Ryder and Tony went to the restaurant to enjoy some good German food. They ordered baked pork chops, stewed red cabbage, German potato salad and two draft beers which were served in traditional large German Steins.

Halfway thru their meal a German fellow, who had been seated across the room with his family, got up and, as he was leaving, walked to the two Ranger’s and said, My name is Herbert Schmidt. I’m now a rancher here in Fredericksburg but twenty-five years ago I was a Ranger; gave it up to raise cattle.

After brief introductions, Herbert continued, I reckon you boys are up here looking for them Ghost robbers.

Yeah, that’s right, said Ryder. Can you give us any information that would help us out?

Try over in Harper. There’s three brothers who inherited a ranch when there Pa’, Jim Wright, died a couple of years ago. They’re no count rotten boys who don’t even try to ranch; figure it’s too much work. They’re lazy and drink all the time; but lately they seem to have money.

When Herbert hesitated, Ryder snorted, Being lazy and having money don’t make you no stage robber; there must be more to it than that.

There is replied Herbert, a couple of weeks ago I made ‘em an offer for the ranch. Didn’t happen; they wanted more than it was worth. Said they didn’t need to sell; said they had money. That struck me a might funny seeing as how, a short time ago, they owed everybody in Harper.

We appreciate the information said Ryder; we’ll be riding out that way tomorrow.

Well, I got to be getting along now but, before I leave, let me thank yawl. You Rangers are doing a fine job; Texas is where it is because of the Rangers. Again, I thank you.

In the Ranger tradition, Ryder and Tony touched their hat brims as Herbert left the restaurant.

While he was walking away, Ryder looked at Tony and said, Makes you feel good to know our efforts are appreciated.

It sure does remarked Tony, you know there’s nothing I enjoy more than Riding the Ranger Winds and being a Texas Ranger………..unless, of course, it’s dancing with a pretty girl.

They both chuckled at Tony’s last remark as they headed for a relaxing evening of dancing with the local lovelies before retiring for the night.

The next morning they were up early and riding toward Doss. The plan was to make their presence known in Doss, hang around for a day or two and then ride on to Harper.

It was late in the evening when the Rangers reached Lang’s Mill; a beautiful grist mill sitting on the bank of Threadgill Creek.

Just pass the mill was a large spread, covering some 15,000 acres. It had been settled by the Welge family; German immigrants, who, after landing on the Texas coast near Corpus Christi, had walked over 250 miles to homestead the land. The Rangers rode up to the ranch house where they met the patriarch, Henry Welge and his family.

During an excellent meal consisting of German sausage, sauerkraut, potatoes au-gratin and homemade pumpernickel, Henry verified the story about the three brothers in Harper. After completing their supper, and some large steins of Bach, the Rangers expressed their appreciation for the hospitality they had been shown before retiring to the bunkhouse.

The next morning after Henry’s wife prepared a surprisingly traditional Texas breakfast of bacon, eggs, southern grits and buttered toast, the Rangers mounted up and headed for the Wright brothers Ranch in Harper. As they neared the town, they were riding along Spring Creek when they discovered an old cemetery.

Suddenly, almost shouting, Tony said, Look at that monument; I remember a story told to me by Uncle Bester about this grave. There are four men in it.

What’s the story? asked Ryder; why are there four men in the same grave?

Well, replied Tony, the story goes that Colonel James Duff, of the Confederate Army, beat and hung four men because they wouldn’t join the army. Their bodies were tossed into Spring Creek but the women folk and children buried them here and erected this granite monument as a reminder of the incident.

Ryder just shook his head while both men removed their hats as they rode past the cemetery.

Later they approached a ranch house which was occupied by a family named Hazelwood; their purpose was to seek directions to the Wright brothers. Mr. Hazelwood, the father, told the Rangers the Wright Ranch was now owned by J.W. Wright, the eldest and his twin brothers Johnny and Billy. They would find the ranch about five miles down Spring Creek on their way towards Harper.

They left the Hazelwood Ranch and headed down Spring Creek with their mounts at a canter until they spotted a ranch house. It had a run-down appearance with a crumbling rock fence behind it.

As they rode towards the house, Tony almost talking to himself, murmured, Rock fences everywhere……why rock fences?

Having overheard Tony, Ryder replied Germans usually had large families and they put the children in the fields picking up rocks and loading them in wagons. Then they stacked the rocks, creating fences. After the rocks were cleared from the fields, they were plowed and crops were planted.

Tony nodded his understanding as the two men continued on.

A couple hundred yards from the house, several hounds came running out from under the porch, barking and threatening. Then, when three men holding rifles stepped out onto the porch, one of them hollered out, Hold it, stop right there. Don’t come any closer.

Ryder and Tony reigned up as Ryder shouted, We’re Texas Rangers! We need to talk to ya.

The voice from the porch said, How do we know you’re Rangers?

Ryder said, Let us ride in and we’ll show you our badges.

Alright, but keep your hands away from them pistols.

As they rode into the yard the nervous man in the middle said, Hold it, let’s see them badges.

Ryder and Tony were still on their horses, only a short distance from the porch; the brothers had not asked them to step down. They held their badges up so they could be seen; then Ryder said, I’m Ranger McCoy, this is Ranger Hardin.

The man replied, I’m J.W. Wright, and these are my brothers, Johnny and Billy. What brings you here?

Ryder answered We’re tracking some stage holdup men, lost their tracks about a mile down the creek. You boys wouldn’t know anything about any stage holdups, would you?

You accusing us? asked J.W, who was still pointing his rifle at Ryder.

No, we’re not accusing anybody of anything, but I would tell you to stop pointing that rifle at me.

After hearing what Ryder said, J.W. pondered for a moment, then lowered the rifle and said, Go ahead, step down and come on up on the porch.

Slowly and carefully the Rangers stepped down; one at a time, covering each other as they dismounted.

I’ll have my wife, Betsy, fetch yawl some water. Betsy, he called out and a girl around twenty years old came to the door. She was reasonably attractive and well built with long blond hair. Her clothes were quite old and displayed a life of poverty; the same as did the dress of the brothers. The house was also badly in need of repair and it was obvious the ranch was not being worked.

J.W. was maybe twenty-eight; he was tall and slim with long stringy hair and a stubble beard. He wore a flannel shirt with soiled britches held up by army suspenders topped off by an old worn out Stetson. The twins were approximately twenty-five. They were of average height and, like J.W., had long stringy hair. They were both wearing overalls with no shirt and a frown on their face that seemed natural and permanently ironed on.

J.W. introduced the Rangers to Betsy who displayed a big smile when she met Tony.

Tony smiled back and said, Pleasure to meet you ma’am.

Betsy blushed, and then went inside to fetch drinks for the Rangers as Ryder said, J.W., as I’m sure you know, the stage going to Fredericksburg has been held up several times lately. Ryder paused for a moment, to observe J.W.’s reaction, then continued, we have reason to believe the bandits headed this way and are holed up somewhere in the area.

That’s when Betsy came out of the house with dippers of water for the Rangers. As she handed Tony his dipper, she looked at him and said, If you need more, just tell me. Then she gave Tony a lingering smile.

J.W.’s expression became strained when he saw Betsy paying a little too much attention to Tony. When he saw Ryder watching him, he quickly regained his composure and said, Well Rangers, I wish we could help, but there ain’t been nobody up here, then he looked sternly at Ryder and once again pressed the issue, You ain’t accusing us are you?

Ryder glared at J.W. and replied, Nope, but I am awfully curious how you boys survive. It’s evident you ain’t working the ranch.

J.W. growled, Pa’ left us some money. What we do is none of your business. Now if you don’t mind, we’ve got things to do.

When Betsy reappeared on the porch, Ryder tipped his hat and said, Ma’am, thank you for the water.

She nodded her head, turned her attention to Tony and said, Goodbye Ranger Hardin, hope to see you again. J.W.’s face turned beet red; it was obvious he was furious at Betsy’s shameless attention towards Tony.

The two Rangers mounted up and headed out as Tony barked, Well partner, lay some words of wisdom on me.

They’re the holdup men alright replied Ryder, but we can’t prove it yet.

I think you’re right so what are we gonna do? They won’t make a move knowing we’re around and that we suspect them.

We’ll just ride on back to Fredericksburg and find a place to stay where we can wait and watch.

Fine with me agreed Tony. Then, in his usual carefree style, added, I’m sure there’s a bunch of German girls dying to keep me company and I bet there’s a rocking chair somewhere just waiting for you.

Ryder removed his hat and slapped Strawberry on the rump. The big roan bolted, almost rolling him out of the saddle. Ryder gave Tony a backward glance as he thought to himself, ‘All we can do is wait, they’ll hit again; then we’ll have a hot trail.’

Back at the Wright Ranch, Johnny and Billy were scared. J.W., we need to ride snorted Billy, those Rangers are on to us.

J.W. snapped back, Don’t be foolish. They know nothing and I believe they’ll be in Fredericksburg thinking about the stage robbers; so we’re gonna rob the Kerrville Bank.

How we gonna do that asked Billy, there’s a sheriff and a couple of deputies. Hell, there’ll be shooting and lots of it.

Yeah, that may be right, said J.W., so we’ll hit it just before they close; then we can make our escape in the dark. It’ll take ‘em more than an hour to organize a posse; by that time it’ll be dark and they can’t trail us in the dark. We’ll cut ‘cross country back to the ranch; we know the area, they don’t. Besides, added J.W., they’ll be looking for desperados; expecting them to ride hard and fast. They won’t be looking for ranchers like us.

Betsy, who had heard it all, almost shouted, Yawl ain’t gunfighters and that bank ain’t no stage; you’ll be shot down in the streets like dogs.

Shut up woman, said J.W., we’re gonna get lots of money, sell this place and go to Californy.

Oh yeah, said Betsy, well I ain’t goin’ witcha. B‘sides, what you gonna do when the money runs out, hold up another bank? Yall ain’t the James gang; if they don’t kill ya, you’ll be captured and sent to prison.

Shut up I said growled J.W., I don’t wanna hear no more outta you and it won’t bother me if you leave right now.

When Betsy started crying and walked out of the house to the barn, Billy pleaded, J.W., she knows too much.

Johnny, who had been silent up to now, said, Yeah, and I think she has eyes for that young Ranger.

Don’t worry, said J.W., as he strapped on his gun and checked the cylinder, I’ll take care of her; I’ll fix it so she can’t do no talking. I’ll be gone for awhile; yall stay here. You don’t need to know what’s happening.

When J.W. went outside, Johnny and Billy watched him walk to the barn. That’s when Billy asked, Is he gonna do what I think he’s gonna do?

Yeah, he’s gonna kill her alright, replied Johnny.

They continued to watch as J.W. went inside the barn; after a couple of minutes a single shot was heard.

Billy shouted, My God, he’s crazy; he shot her.

They continued to look toward the barn; suddenly they saw J.W. ride out leading a horse with Betsy’s body lying across it. After about an hour, they saw him returning in the distance; he was leading a riderless horse.

J.W. tied up in front, entered the house and went to the table where a whiskey bottle was sitting. He picked it up and raised it to his lips. Billy and Johnny could see the bubbles as J.W. gulped down the amber colored liquid.

When he finally lowered the bottle and wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt, he looked at his brothers with crazed eyes and said, Don’t ask me nothin’.

Two days later, Tony and Ryder, arrived in Fredericksburg around sunset. They went to the hotel, bathed, changed into clean clothes and then headed for the restaurant. While they were eating, Tony started talking about his favorite subject: girls.

Hey partner, I know you don’t like to talk about it, but, have you ever been to Chicago? Jeanette came to you and tried to persuade you to go back with her. She must love you. Give it a shot, take the train and go on up there. Who knows, you might like it; don’t want to lose a partner, but I know you love her.

I appreciate your thoughts Tony and don’t think I haven’t thought about it. Now that Laughlin’s gone, I’ll see which direction the Rangers go. Things aren’t the same without the Cap’n. No disrespect to Captain Jones, but Laughlin was a legend and we all respected him as a man and a Ranger; but as said, I’ll see what’s in the cards.

They had finished eating and were having carrot cake when Sheriff Kruger came in; he was waving a piece of paper in his hand. It was a telegram; when he reached their table he handed it to Ryder and said, Kerrville Bank was held up by three men; they killed the teller and wounded the deputy before getting away with twelve thousand dollars.

Ryder raised his eyebrow and barked, If it was our boys, they’ve grown up from stages to banks and murder.

That’s a fair assumption said Tony; I’d bet a month’s wages on it.

Ryder answered, They knew we were coming to Fredericksburg and staying close to the stage route, so they went south to Kerrville. They’re getting meaner and braver, but a bank with a dead teller and wounded deputy; that changes everything.

Kruger replied, It was after dark by the time the Kerrville sheriff formed a posse; couldn’t track ‘em. By the next day, the trail was cold. It wouldn’t surprise me if they’re hiding out in one of them caves up around cedar ridge. With that much money they probably won’t ride for a while. Kruger scratched his head in wonder, then added, It sound’s to me like you two have an idea who’s behind all this; mind lettin’ me in on it.

First off Sheriff, did you ever think it might be some locals pulling off the robberies? asked Ryder.

No, answered Kruger rather adamantly, all the folks up here are good German people; it’s a wild outside bunch doing it, not locals.

Why do you call them Ghost Bandits? asked Tony.

Because they disappear; can’t be found, no tracks, they just disappear.

Well said Ryder, I doubt they travel very far; that’s another reason there ain’t no tracks. We have our reason to believe they’re local ranchers from Harper; The Wright brothers to be exact. They’re using the same method the James gang used; robbing nearby then hiding out in plain sight. Ryder paused to let Kruger absorb his accusation, then asked, Sheriff, can you see if you have anything on the Wright brothers; you know, handbills, warrants and such?

I know the Wright boys; they’s no count and won’t work. Lived off their Paw till he died; but they ain’t wanted for nothing.

It’s always a possibility that we’re wrong; do we have anybody that can identify the stage or the bank robbers? asked Tony.

No, unfortunately the bank robbers all wore pillow cases over their heads and long coats. The ones that robbed the stage didn’t have any distinguishing characteristics about them and never uttered a word; they just made gestures and used hand signals to communicate with the stage hands and passengers. Of course, with a colt stuck in your face, their intentions were obvious.

Having said that, the sheriff, who was visibly frustrated, left the restaurant while the Rangers remained pondering their game plan.

Ryder, thinking out loud, said, If the Ghost robbers are the Wright brothers, they’ll leave the area; they can’t just suddenly have a heapa money. Then he looked at Tony and added, Remember, they’re not working that ranch and, since I believe that part about an inheritance from their Pa’ is hogwash, they have no other income.

I have a feeling were going back to the Wright Ranch. Should we bring ‘em in for questioning, you know, shake ‘em up a little?

No, but we can certainly pay them another visit on our way to Kerrville; that’ll keep ‘em nervous.

Then I guess it’s another early morning get up and hit the trail again?

That’s right, Ranger Hardin, and that means the German girls will just have to wait for you to bless them with your charm.

The next morning Ryder and Tony were in the saddle two hours before the sun could say good morning.

The ride in the hill country was beautiful: live oaks, mesquite, cedars and blooming prickly pears with clear flowing spring fed creeks and whitetail deer. They took the same route as on their first trip, once again staying at the Welge Ranch; the Welge bunkhouse was beginning to feel like home.

After a fine evening meal and early morning breakfast, they were mounted and on their way to the Wright Ranch shortly after daybreak.

After several hours of riding Tony said, Well partner, at least we ain’t lost, there’s the old cemetery, see the monument.

As they rode by the cemetery, Ryder commented, That looks like a fresh grave, reckon it’s the teller from Kerrville.

Don’t know; it ain’t marked. That’s strange, remarked Tony.

Momentarily, the thought crossed their minds to stop and look for clues regarding the unmarked grave, but they knew getting to the Wright brothers spread was urgent; so they rode on.

In less than hour later, they reached the Wright Ranch. As they approached, Ryder said, Remember we’re going to Kerrville to investigate the bank holdup; that’s our story.

As they approached the house J.W. came out and stood on the porch; soon to be joined by his two brothers.

Hello Rangers, said J.W., back so soon. Yall must like us; or pretty boy likes Betsy.

Unknowingly, Ryder said, We’re on our way to Kerrville; thought maybe Miss Betsy could fetch us another dipper of water.

J.W. stuttered a little, and then replied, Billy’ll get you some water. Betsy’s gone to visit with her sister over in Mountain Home.

Oh, said Ryder, we were looking forward to seeing her, wanted to ask her a few questions.

Almost shouting, J.W. blurted out, Ask her questions? What kind of questions? She don’t know nothing.

Well now, said Tony, you see, the questions are for her, not you. With that said, he turned his attention to Ryder and said, We’ll just route ourselves through Mountain Home on our way to Kerrville; it’s practically on the way. We can talk to her when we get there.

Ryder could sense that J.W. was very uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was headed, so he stuck the dagger a little deeper in J.W’s. side and said, Yeah, that’ll work out just fine. Then he asked, What’s her sister’s name, J.W.?

J.W. hesitated then moaned, Saunders I think. Hell, I don’t know; but she don’t live in town; lives out on a ranch north of town.

Well, thanks for the water. We need to get on over to Mountain Home then on to Kerrville before the bank closes, said Ryder.

Yeah, you’re right, said J.W.; probably won’t have time to visit with Betsy though; with the bank closing at five an’ all.

The Rangers turned their horses and rode to the watering trough next to the corral. Tony knew the horses had just watered in Spring Creek, but he figured Ryder was counting horses.

After the horses drank a little from the trough, they rode out in a gallop; once out of sight they reigned up and, sure enough, Ryder said, I counted the same amount of horses that were in the corral when we were here before. Did you notice the buggy hadn’t been moved either?

Do you think Betsy was hiding asked Tony, or do you think J.W. has harmed her?

I don’t know, said Ryder, "but, I’d be safe in saying she ain’t with her sister in Mountain Home and J.W. knew what time the bank closed.

What’s the plan now? asked Tony.

Guess we’ll ride on over to Kerrville. See if we’ve got anybody that can identify the bank robbers.

Tony added, Let’s inquire where that teller was buried. That new grave at the cemetery bothers me.

"Yeah, me too, but first, let’s stop off in Mountain Home and check out J.W.’s story; you know we could be wrong about those ole boys.

I don’t think there’s a chance we’ve misread those three peckerwoods growled Tony, but we owe it to Betsy to be certain and not go off half-cocked.

After a long ride the Rangers arrived in Mountain Home. They immediately paid a visit to the local sheriff, an old timer named Ben Schwartzel. Ben told the Rangers he had lived in Mountain Home since he was in his teens and knew everyone in town and anywhere within 50 miles. He said there wasn’t anyone around named Saunders except a 94 year old retired prospector called Digger. Digger was a confirmed bachelor and didn’t have any family. He lost them all in the civil war. So Betsy, or anyone else visiting in Mountain Home, didn’t have any sister named Saunders.

Ryder and Tony, having heard what Sheriff Schwartzel said, thanked him and continued on to Kerrville. When they arrived, they were greeted by the sheriff who was standing on the porch of the usual combination jail and office.

They introduced themselves to the sheriff, who then introduced himself as Delmer Whitehead; a man in his early thirties. Delmer was tall and lean; his rugged looking face reflected time in the saddle working as a drover. Below his brown hair and brown eyes was a somewhat bulbous nose and clean shaven face; with the exception of his moustache, which was beginning to gray a little around the edges. His eyes reflected a strong character. He also had a pleasant smile and spoke with authority.

After being asked, they dismounted and went inside his office where he poured coffee all around. When asked about the bank robbery, Sheriff Whitehead was visibly upset and expressed his displeasure that it happened in his town.

When Ryder mentioned The Ghost Bunch Whitehead barked, It was the Ghost bunch alright. We tried to pick up tracks the next day but there weren’t none; can’t explain it.

Did anyone see ‘em? Do we have a witness that can identify any of the three?

No, said Sheriff Whitehead, I’m told they had on full length dusters and wore pillow cases over their heads; kinda looked like ghosts. I had taken a prisoner up to Junction; never laid eyes on ‘em on my way back. Whitehead paused for a moment, then remarked, Why don’t we mosey on down to the saloon; I’ll buy y’all a drink and you can jaw with the bar girls. You never can tell what they might know.

They walked to the saloon, entered and leaned up against the bar. It wasn’t a typical saloon; the bar was extremely long, maybe sixty feet. A sign hanging on the mirror read Brains and Eggs 10 cents. There were four pool tables, several domino tables, at least six poker tables and some rooms upstairs for the ladies to conduct their business.

The girls were working the customers, but stayed away from the three lawmen; that is except for one.

She approached Tony, stood next to him, rubbed her body against his and said, Come, go upstairs with Rachael. I make you happy. Rachael never make love to a Ranger man. Rachael was a beautiful young girl and was working hard to get Tony upstairs.

Tony smiled and replied, No, but come sit with me and I’ll buy you a drink.

Tony was wondering what events, in such a young and beautiful girl’s life, had caused her to become a saloon girl and why she was so far from the border. While pondering his thoughts, Rachel brought a bottle and two glasses to one of the tables.

When they sat down, she poured drinks and said, You pretty; Rachael like you; why you no take Rachael upstairs?

Tony ignored her question and asked, Rachael, do you know anything about any stage hold ups or the recent Kerrville bank robbery; especially the gang called the ghost bunch?

Suddenly she tensed and said, No, Rachael know nothing about bank robbers, stage coaches or ghosts. You no like Rachael? Rachel find new gringo. She left the table and went to one of the rooms; it was evident that she knew something.

When Tony returned to the bar, where Ryder and Sheriff Whitehead were standing, Ryder asked, Did you learn anything from her?

No, not yet, but she knows something about the Ghost bunch.

Maybe she’ll say something that’ll help said Whitehead, we could sure use a break. Their tracks always disappear and they wore them white pillow cases over their heads; no one can identify them. How in the hell do they keep their horses from leaving tracks? That’s what puzzles me.

Well replied Ryder, I’m pretty damn sure whoever it is knows this country and all the dry or running creeks. Combine that with the area’s rocky terrain and they could be using the old Indian trick of dragging brush behind their horses to cover up their tracks. Then they enter a running creek and don’t come out until they’re close to their ranch. Ryder paused for a moment then asked, Delmer, do you know of a family in Mountain Home named Saunders?

Only an old retired prospector called Digger".

Does he have any wife or family?

Nope; he lost all his family in the war.

You certain about that responded Ryder.

Sure am; hell, that’s where I’m from. Ryder, continued the sheriff, you’re pickin’ at somethin’………mind telling me what it is?"

Sheriff, I believe that J.W. Wright and his two brothers, Johnny and Billy is our so called Ghost bunch. What about the teller; where’s he buried?"

"About half way between here and Harper in the County Cemetery near Spring Creek; why do you ask?

For one thing, J.W. lied about his wife, Betsy; said she had gone to visit her sister in Mountain Home. When I asked about the sister’s name, he said Saunders; now we know that’s a lie. Another thing, there’s a new grave in the cemetery and Rachael ran off when I mentioned the Ghost bunch. I think Betsy knew what they were doing; she may have even known about Rachel. Besides, when we told J.W. we wanted to question her, he got real uncomfortable and told us that cocking-bull-story about the phony visit to her sister. Now that’s no proof but it sure adds up.

So you think J.W. has done something to harm Betsy; or at least, cause her to disappear.

That’s a fact replied Ryder; what can you tell us about ‘em?

Whitehead scratched his bare chin and said, Now that I think about it, them three brothers have been coming around Kerrville for about three months and spending rather loosely. The eldest, J.W. seems to have a thing for Rachael. I never thought much about their heavy spending, gossip was that their Pa’ died and left them some serious money; so their going thru it on whiskey, women and gambling, didn’t stir no suspicion. Since they never caused any trouble, just partied, I never paid ‘em no mind.

I’m almost certain they’re the robbers barked Ryder, and, I believe J.W. was afraid Betsy had an eye for Tony so if we questioned her, she would break down under pressure and tell us what she knew; so he killed her and buried her in Spring Creek Cemetery. Probably thought that would be the last place anyone would look for her body. Sheriff, if I’m right, J.W. and his brothers may not stay around long; so tomorrow we’re gonna ride cross country straight back to the Wright Ranch and put some more heat on them boys. In the meantime, you keep an eye on Rachael, I have a feeling she’ll be leaving town soon; more than likely to meet J.W.

Tony asked, Sheriff, we only saw one fresh unmarked grave, do you know if the deputy had a headstone?

Don’t rightly know replied Whitehead, if there is one though, it’ll read Clay Morgan.

The next day Ryder and Tony arrived at the Wright Ranch to find it unoccupied; the corral was open and there weren’t any fresh ashes in the stove; it appeared to be abandoned.

Tony queried, What do you make of this?

I’m pretty sure they knew we were on to them, so they high-tailed it; probably towards the border. The money they have from the holdup will last a long time in Mexico. Let’s go, I need to check out something.

Tony didn’t say anything; he was sure they were both thinking the same thing, the grave.

Ryder headed his horse in the direction of the cemetery and Tony followed. They were about a quarter mile from Spring Creek when Ryder reigned up, looked at Tony sternly and said, You wait here. I’ll be back.

Tony said nothing; he just nodded his head at Ryder. He knew Ryder was going to dig up that grave and see if it was Betsy; but he was doing it without a judge’s order. After about half an hour he saw Ryder headed towards him.

As Ryder stopped Rowdy next to Strawberry, Tony said nothing; he just looked at Ryder and waited.

Finally Ryder took a deep breath and said, Killed an unarmed teller and a woman. Then, with a look on his face that Tony had never seen, he growled, When we find ‘em, those boys are mine.

Was it Betsy? asked Tony.

Ryder just nodded and said, Let’s ride.

The next day they rode into Fredericksburg and went to the jail where they were greeted by Sheriff Kruger. Come in boys; get you some coffee; wash that trail dust down. It’s thick enough to float a bullet and strong enough to melt it. Then he added, I’ve got a telegram from the sheriff in Kerrville; came in about an hour ago.

He handed it to Ryder; Ryder unfolded it and read aloud, Rachael left on the stage this morning; headed for Del Rio.

Ryder looked at Tony and said We need to get ready. We’ll ride for Uvalde at daybreak; then take the train to Del Rio.

Tony replied, They’ll probably meet up with Rachael then cross the border; she’s probably got family over there.

As they walked out of the sheriffs’ office, Tony looked at Ryder, smiled and said, This makes four times I’ve been in Fredericksburg and none of them German girls have had a chance to meet this handsome Ranger man.

That’s right, said Ryder, and you ain’t gonna meet any of ‘em on the trail to Uvalde. Wait a minute though, I do remember a story Dusty told me about you and a girl in Del Rio.

Tony grinned and said, Naw, nothing to it, just old Ranger tales.

That night in the hotel room, Ryder thought about Del Rio and what might happen; then as usual his thoughts went to Jeanette. It had been more than six months since she came to Texas and tried to persuade him to go to Chicago. Since her visit, Laughlin had been slain, they had a new Captain, re-organization was taking place and lots of things were different. There was no doubt that he and Jeanette were deeply in love, it was just that their careers didn’t match. He thought how much he loved Texas and the Rangers, but he wondered how it would be in Chicago with Jeanette at his side and in his bed every night. Then he came to a conclusion, after the ghost bunch was taken care of, he was going to Chicago. He owed it to himself and Jeanette to see if it would work. He decided, as usual, not to discuss his personal life with Tony or anyone else.

The next morning they were in the saddle watching the sun bubble up in the east. The usual southeast breeze was blowing in their faces. Being in the hill country, the area around Fredericksburg was stunning and beautiful; compared to Del Rio, it was like leaving heaven and going to hell.

Upon reaching Uvalde, they went directly to the sheriffs’ office where they were greeted by Sheriff Roger Hudgins and, Ex-Ranger now deputy, Nathan Law.

Roger had been sheriff for over a year and was building a reputation. Had Laughlin remained alive, Hudgins would have been a Ranger by now.

When Ryder opened the jail door, Roger said, Come on in, maybe y’all can help; Nathan’s mad at me. I finally won a game of dominoes and it’s killing him.

Nathan laughed and said, Even a blind hog finds an acorn every now and then.

Telegram from Sheriff Kruger has it y’all are chasing that Ghost bunch remarked Hudgins, Know where they’re headed?

We think we do, replied Ryder. Del Rio.

Yeah Ryder, you’re probably right. That’s standard procedure; rob something over here, then bounce back and forth across the river.

Ryder shifted his attention to Nathan and asked, Where’s that boy of yours; he still in Abilene?

Yeah, Jones has recommended the establishment of a new Ranger Station there and, rumor has it, he’ll name Boots the Captain.

A seemingly anxious Tony said, That’s great Nathan……….Ryder, I need to run over to the schoolhouse, be back in time to catch the one o’clock to Del Rio.

As Tony left the office to go see Sandra, the schoolmarm, Ryder joked, That boys’ sure got a craving for learning.

Everyone laughed, then Ryder asked, How’s Dusty and Melissa?

Fine, said Nathan, Paulette is still at the ranch and she’s a big help to Melissa. Dusty was in town the other day, came by to see us. He’s sure missing the Rangers.

Yeah, well we’re all missing him and it really is different not having Laughlin anymore; just don’t seem possible that he’s gone. To me he was what a Ranger was supposed to be; not a day goes by that I don’t think about him or say to myself, ‘What would Laughlin do if he was here?’

After passing the time with idle talk, Tony returned from his interlude with Sandra; that’s when he and Ryder both bid farewell to Nathan and Roger before boarding the train west.

With their mounts loaded in a boxcar, Ryder and Tony were in the dining car having a drink and sharing casual talk when Ryder said to Tony, I know you’re still a free spirit, but I think you care for Sandra quite a bit. Maybe more than you want to admit.

I admit that I do care a lot for her, but I’m not ready to settle down. The Rangers are number one in my life. I want to be able to go where I choose and be with who I want; ain’t ready to be tied down.

Ryder grinned and said, Old saddle pal, do you expect her to play the game the same as you do or do you have this vision of you being Mr. Wonderful and her hanging around waiting. What if she’s reversed an old saying and believes ‘what’s good for the gander, should be good for the goose.

Tony had been looking at Ryder while he was speaking when suddenly he turned and looked out the window; it was evident he was pondering Ryder’s’ words.

With only one stop at Brackettville for passengers and water, the train going to Del Rio arrived on time at three o’clock.

The conversation was cut short and just as the train approached Del Rio. Ryder spoke up, Hopefully we’ll find the brothers here. They don’t know we’ve pieced Rachel and J.W. together; maybe they haven’t gone into Mexico yet.

What charges do we have against them? asked Tony.

We can’t prove any connection to the bank or stage robberies yet, but with the lie he told concerning Betsy’s trip to visit a fictitious sister, and the fact that her remains are in a shallow grave in the County Cemetery at Spring Creek, I’d say we have more than sufficient grounds for suspicion of murder. So, we’re gonna take ‘em back for questioning; but they’ll fight.

When the train stopped at the Del Rio Depot, they were quick to unload their horses and board them at the local livery stable. Before leaving the stable, Ryder asked the stable boy, a young Mexican lad of about fifteen, if he had seen any strangers come into town recently.

Yes sir replied the boy, three rode in yesterday; that’s their horses over there in those stalls.

Do you know where they are? asked Tony.

Over in the Javelina Saloon he replied, practically lived there since they came into town. Word is, the oldest one is with the new girl that just came to town; can’t say I blame him, she is mucho pretty.

Thank you, said Ryder, stay away from the saloon, things could get ugly; there may be some shooting.

Both Rangers checked their pistols; then started walking toward the saloon when Ryder said, Leave the woman killer to me, you can have the other two. Remember, no cripples, I don’t wanna be shot by a wounded man lying on the floor.

Tony grinned and said, You sure are generous, you take one and give me two, is there a reason for that?

Matter-a-fact, there is said Ryder with a grin, I’m an old man, rocking chair, horse shoes and that sorta thing; remember?

As they started through the swinging doors of the saloon, Tony said, Let’s do it, as his smile was replaced with the look of a prowling mountain lion.

Once inside the saloon Ryder whispered to Tony, Twins at the bar; that’s J.W. at the corner table drinking with Rachael.

Side by side the Rangers stood as Ryder, in a loud authoritative voice, barked, Wright Brothers; give it up; you’re under arrest. Don’t move.

It was early in the afternoon but the brothers already appeared to be drunk; so, Tony and Ryder both knew that if one shot was fired, this arrest would turn into a shootout.

J.W., who remained seated at the table, said with a slurred voice, Under arrest? What fer, we’re just drinking and playing poker. What the hell you boys doing down here anyway? Come on over and have a drink with me and Rachael.

Ryder’s expression never changed as he blurted out, You’re under arrest for murder; so make it easy on yourselves, drop your gun belt and face the wall.

Murder, said J.W., We ain’t kilt nobody.

I dug up that grave, it was Betsy, said Ryder.

When J.W. realized he had been had, he got up from the table, stared at Ryder and defiantly growled, Damn right I killed ‘er; bitch had it coming. Rachael’s my woman now.

Talkin’s over J.W.; now drop that iron or die where you stand.

J. W. was weaving as he stood beside the table and said, Rachael, I’m gonna kill you a Ranger and then we’ll have a drink. He started his draw as did the twins when Ryder’s first bullet hit him in the chest; the next one struck him in the Adams apple. J.W. was jerked backwards by the force of the 44 slug. He grabbed his throat and coughed as blood gurgled from the gaping hole where his Adam’s apple used to be. J.W. Wright was dead.

The twins both had made their draw on Tony; Billy barely cleared leather when Tony’s slug struck him over his left eye. Then, as Tony swung on Johnny, who already had his pistol in hand, a shot was heard knocking Johnny to the floor. Tony hadn’t fired at Johnny so he looked at Ryder to see if he had……..he hadn’t, but a young man across the room was holding a smoking Colt forty-five.

Tony and Ryder turned to him as Ryder said, Drop it. I’ll just say it once.

When the young man dropped his pistol, Ryder said, I got this guy; check out the Wright brothers, see if they’re dead.

Ryder held his gun on the Good Samaritan and asked, Who the hell are you?

Name’s Johnny Palomino came the response.

Why’d you get in on this? asked Ryder.

Y’all were outgunned; and besides, I owe the Rangers a favor.

Owe us a favor; how’s that?

I was fool enough to pull on a Ranger named Dusty McFarland; he could have easily killed me; could have plugged me three or four times. Hell, I thought I was fast but he outdrew me while I was still reaching down. That’s when I realized that the good lord had given me a second chance; I coulda been dead. Been riding a straight trail ever since. When I seen that y’all were outgunned, I figured it was my chance to pay back the debt

Palomino paused for a moment, then asked, Am I under arrest?

No, said Ryder, and thanks amigo; but I’m just glad I didn’t see you make your draw, mighta thought you were drawing down on Tony; then I’d of had to drop you. Yep, sure glad I didn’t see you make that draw.

Me too said Johnny, who had lost all the color in his face when he realized what could have been.

Tony came over to Ryder and said, They’re all dead, then he looked at Johnny and back at Ryder with a quizzical look on his face.

Without being asked, Ryder said, This is Johnny Palomino. He just paid back a favor. I’ll tell you about it when we have supper tonight. Johnny, we’ll expect you to join us at the restaurant……… say about seven thirty?

Johnny nodded and said, I’ll be there.

The bodies were removed and taken to the funeral parlor. Rachael had disappeared; she was not to be found. Ryder sent a telegram to Captain Jones making him aware that, even though they hadn’t any iron-clad proof, he was certain the ghost bunch was no more and he would make a full report when they returned to Uvalde.

Later in the hotel room Tony said to Ryder, I still don’t understand how the horse tracks disappeared; at best, that old dragging brush trick leaves a trail of its own.

You see said Ryder, "the Wright brothers did it different.