Peter Blue, One-Gun Man
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Peter Blue, One-Gun Man first appeared in the classic pulp magazine, Street & Smith’s Far West Illustrated (June 1927). It centers on Peter Blue, an infamous gunman, and his struggle for redemption.
Max Brand
Max Brand® (1892–1944) is the best-known pen name of widely acclaimed author Frederick Faust, creator of Destry, Dr. Kildare, and other beloved fictional characters. Orphaned at an early age, he studied at the University of California, Berkeley. He became one of the most prolific writers of our time but abandoned writing at age fifty-one to become a war correspondent in World War II, where he was killed while serving in Italy.
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Table of Contents
PETER BLUE, ONE-GUN MAN, by Max Brand
COPYRIGHT INFORMATION
INTRODUCTION
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
PETER BLUE, ONE-GUN MAN,
by Max Brand
COPYRIGHT INFORMATION
Copyright © 2023 by Wildside Press LLC.
Originally published in Far West Illustrated, June 1927.
Published by Wildside Press LLC.
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INTRODUCTION
Frederick Schiller Faust (1892 – 1944) was an American author known primarily for his Western stories, most of which were published under the pseudonym Max Brand.
He (as Brand) also created the popular fictional character Dr. Kildare for a series of pulp fiction stories. Dr. Kildare character was subsequently featured over several decades in other media, including a series of American theatrical movies by Paramount Pictures and Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer, a radio series, two television series, and comics. The young medical intern became his most famous creation, eclipsing his western work.
Faust’s other pseudonyms include George Owen Baxter, Evan Evans, George Evans, Peter Dawson, David Manning, John Frederick, Peter Morland, George Challis, Peter Ward and Frederick Frost. As George Challis, Faust wrote the Tizzo the Firebrand
series for Argosy magazine. The Tizzo stories were historical swashbucklers featuring the titular warrior, set in Renaissance Italy.
During early 1944, when Faust, Gruber, and fellow author Steve Fisher were working at Warner Brothers, they often had idle conversations during afternoons, along with Colonel Nee, who was a technical advisor sent from Washington, D.C. One day, charged with whiskey, Faust talked of getting assigned to a company of foot soldiers so he could experience the war and later write a war novel. Colonel Nee said he could fix it for him and some weeks later he did, getting Faust an assignment for Harper’s Magazine as a war correspondent in Italy. While traveling with American soldiers fighting in Italy in 1944, Faust was wounded mortally by shrapnel, ending a brilliant career by one of the pulp field’s greatest writers.
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A note for the sensitive: some of the language used is typical of the time in which the story is set and may seem racist by modern standards. Please keep in mind the era in which the book was originally written as you read it.
—Karl Wurf
Rockville, MD
CHAPTER 1
In every sunny day, there is one golden moment which lasts just long enough to fill a man’s heart. One cannot find the proper instant on the clock, and it will never come at all if one remains indoors, but, if you go out in the late afternoon with no purpose except to live and breathe and see, certainly with no expectation of magic, the golden moment will come upon you by surprise. It may be any instant after the sun has lost its burning force, when it may be looked on without blindness in the west, and it will be before the face of the sun turns red and his cheeks are blown out as he enters the horizon mists. It may be that you walk through the town and suddenly come on a street down which flows a river of yellow glory, and then one cannot help turning toward the light, for it seems a probable thing that heaven lies at the end of that street, and, if one hurries a little, one may pass through the open gates.
It was not through the narrow vista of any street that Sheriff Newton Dunkirk and his daughter saw the perfect moment on this day. They had before them the great bald sweep of the Chirrimunk Hills—to what lofty spirits of the old days were those grand summits merely hills?—and, as their horses cantered on around a bend, suddenly they saw the Chirrimunk River running gold, and all the west before them was blended with golden haze, and above the haze was a golden sun hanging out of a dark blue sky.
Horses can understand, I think, and that pair of mustangs slowed to a walk that there might be no disturbing creak of saddle leather or clatter of hoofs, while father and daughter lifted their heads and smiled first at the beauty of this world and then at one another as their hearts overflowed.
But when the mustangs had climbed to the top of the next rise, the golden moment had passed. There was lavender, green, and rolling fire in the west; the sun was half in shadow and half in flames. But the magic was gone, and Sheriff Dunkirk looked across the foothills and pointed.
Who’s in the Truman shack?
he asked.
Nick and August, perhaps,
said Mary Dunkirk. They live there when they’re trapping along the river, you know.
It ain’t time for Nick and August,
the sheriff contradicted. It’s some tramp, more likely. I’ll have a look.
Mary, with a shadow in her eyes, looked again at the smoke that lolled out of the crooked smokestack above the Truman shanty. All manner of danger to her father might wait under that sign of habitation, but she had learned her lesson long ago and never allowed her protests to reach her lips. The folly of her mother had taught her this wisdom.
She caught the reins that Dunkirk threw to her as he dismounted near the hut, and, as her father neared the shack, she saw a tall man step into the doorway, but whether he were young or old she could not guess, only by the darkness of his face she knew that he was long unshaven. She saw her father pause to speak, then pass inside, and the doorway was left black and empty. Perhaps he never would come out again alive—and only a moment before they had been so happy.
Inside the shack the sheriff was saying: I’m Sheriff Dunkirk of this county. What’s your name, stranger?
My name is Tom Morris.
Ah! Are you Tom Morris from over Lindsay way?
Did you know him?
Did I? Well, that’s right…he died last year. And what are you doing here, Morris?
I’m looking around.
For what? Work? There’s plenty on the range. Old man Bristol wants hands. I know he needs two ’punchers. Have you tried him?
No,
the tall man said slowly. I haven’t tried him.
And you don’t expect to?
suggested the sheriff curtly. His eyes wandered around the shack, touched on the patched and sagging stove, and the table that was kept on its feet by being wedged tightly into a corner. No traps,
resumed the sheriff. Not a trapper, then. You’re only looking? Enjoying the view, I suppose?
A horse snorted in the adjoining shed, and Dunkirk pushed open the connecting door. He saw two blood horses, big, magnificently made, that threw up their heads and stared at him with a childish brightness. One was a deep bay, and one a black chestnut with a long white stocking on the near foreleg.
The sheriff whirled sharply around, a frightened but determined man.
You’re Peter Blue!
he said. You’re Peter Blue, and that’s your horse Christopher…that black one.
Not black,
corrected Peter Blue. Black chestnut. Step in and look at him more closely, if you wish. Then you’ll see the leopard dapplings.
The sheriff looked into the inscrutable eyes of Peter Blue and remembered that the horse shed was very narrow and crowded, and the arms of Peter Blue were very long. He shook his head with decision. I’ve seen enough,
he said. We don’t want you in this county and we won’t have you, Blue. You needn’t talk. I know you.
Very well,
said the other patiently. Tell me first what law I have broken?
Law? I understand. You’re a slick operator, Blue, and you’ve never done anything wrong in your life…only had to defend yourself quite often. But I can find the law to fit you. Vagrancy. We have a vagrancy ruling in this county, and I enforce it when it needs enforcing. Is that clear?
Dunkirk,
Peter Blue said, I’ve heard that you’re a straight man and a fair man. I intend to make no trouble here, but I want a few weeks of quiet.
You’ve always wanted quiet,
said the sheriff. "I’ve known a good many of your kind and they’ve always wanted peace and rest, but trouble comes and hunts them out, at last. Come, come, man. I’ve spent years in this county and those years have turned