The Saga of Henry Plummer Book 1 by Sven Skaar (PH 3-1) (1959) (97 pages)

; Plumer!” e any difference ;.as long as a ie job? This’s a eit?" a chuckle. “If I Henry, I'd call I guess everyye and politics,” bought yourself spare deputies -to 80 with you.” jh. ‘Three might 4en d’you start?” to meet me at x%t bridge an hour tomorrow morning. good horse and an of hand-cuffs.” Confidt ease now, Plumer +k in his chair and rode it against the wall. ‘And tell Garvey to keep his mouth shut till it’s over,’ he added. Not So Simple Sheriff Wright Iooked at him. a bit annoyed and puzzled. He had said he knew Plumer, butt’ did he? The conversation with Johnson about Plumer’s recklessness and subrosa affair with the Vedder woman came back to him. There was a hard core in Plu: mer’s heart that he did not understand. He was far less: simple than he pretended to be; he need-}: ed watching. “You'd better bring ’em in alive,” he said, “I want Dobson to have a look at Farnsworth!’’ “Sure Boss. Sure.” Plummer was not concerned about Dobson, The man had left Langton’s Pioneer Express in Downieville and it would be like finding a needle in a haystack to locate him now in one of the hundreds of mining: camps that dotted the streams of the Northern Mines. “T’]] bring ‘em in alive, alright,” said Plumer. “But I won’t guarantee they won't be a bit messed up,” . It was still very early in the morning of October 15th, 1856, when Plumer and Garvey rode into the stage-road that led through Grass Valley, Rough and Ready toward Smartville. {The men were silent; Garvey thinking about the forthcoming tussle with the bandits and Plumer thinking about his future plans. Kept in Touch He had kept in touch with Webster and Farnsworth ever since helping them escape from jail, and knew they were using the isolated cabin that had belonged to the Boston boys Webster had murdered a few months before: On one or two occasions, Plumer had brought provisions and liquor to the cabin so he knew its approaches well; but,} he thought, the boys would get a surprise today instead of whis-. key. A couple of hundred yards from]. the cabin he dismounted and motioned Garvey to do the same. , Together they crept to a little knoll from which they had an unobstructed view of the building and its surroundings.{ Everything seemed peaceful. Two horses stood relaxed in the corral, munching hay from a trough, their tails heating flies from twitching flanks and bellies, The cabin door, which faced the inside bunkwall was closed and no smoke rose from the stone chimney into the still morning. “Must be sleepin’, whispered Plumer. “Sleepin’ off a bender. You cover me while I kick in the door; let "em have it if they go ‘for their guns,” . “It'll be like pickin’ apples!” said Deputy Garvey, ‘I’m ready.” “Let’s go thea.’ ' Groggy With Sleep As Plumer had assumed, the bandits were still snoring as the door was smashed in, and before they could reach their guns, Plumer had them. The men were groggy with sleep as Garvey handcuffed them. “You dirty devil!” Webster screamed at Plumer as he realized who was arresting him. . Plumer drove his fist as hard as he could into Webster’s belly jand as the man doubled over, Plumer upped his knee viciously (ee ee nF

; Plumer!” e any difference ;.as long as a ie job? This’s a eit?" a chuckle. “If I Henry, I'd call I guess everyye and politics,” bought yourself spare deputies -to 80 with you.” jh. ‘Three might 4en d’you start?” to meet me at x%t bridge an hour tomorrow morning. good horse and an of hand-cuffs.” Confidt ease now, Plumer +k in his chair and rode it against the wall. ‘And tell Garvey to keep his mouth shut till it’s over,’ he added. Not So Simple Sheriff Wright Iooked at him. a bit annoyed and puzzled. He had said he knew Plumer, butt’ did he? The conversation with Johnson about Plumer’s recklessness and subrosa affair with the Vedder woman came back to him. There was a hard core in Plu: mer’s heart that he did not understand. He was far less: simple than he pretended to be; he need-}: ed watching. “You'd better bring ’em in alive,” he said, “I want Dobson to have a look at Farnsworth!’’ “Sure Boss. Sure.” Plummer was not concerned about Dobson, The man had left Langton’s Pioneer Express in Downieville and it would be like finding a needle in a haystack to locate him now in one of the hundreds of mining: camps that dotted the streams of the Northern Mines. “T’]] bring ‘em in alive, alright,” said Plumer. “But I won’t guarantee they won't be a bit messed up,” . It was still very early in the morning of October 15th, 1856, when Plumer and Garvey rode into the stage-road that led through Grass Valley, Rough and Ready toward Smartville. {The men were silent; Garvey thinking about the forthcoming tussle with the bandits and Plumer thinking about his future

plans. Kept in Touch He had kept in touch with Webster and Farnsworth ever since helping them escape from jail, and knew they were using the isolated cabin that had belonged to the Boston boys Webster had murdered a few months before: On one or two occasions, Plumer had brought provisions and liquor to the cabin so he knew its approaches well; but,} he thought, the boys would get a surprise today instead of whis-. key. A couple of hundred yards from]. the cabin he dismounted and motioned Garvey to do the same. , Together they crept to a little knoll from which they had an unobstructed view of the building and its surroundings.{ Everything seemed peaceful. Two horses stood relaxed in the corral, munching hay from a trough, their tails heating flies from twitching flanks and bellies, The cabin door, which faced the inside bunkwall was closed and no smoke rose from the stone chimney into the still morning. “Must be sleepin’, whispered Plumer. “Sleepin’ off a bender. You cover me while I kick in the door; let "em have it if they go ‘for their guns,” . “It'll be like pickin’ apples!” said Deputy Garvey, ‘I’m ready.” “Let’s go thea.’ ' Groggy With Sleep As Plumer had assumed, the bandits were still snoring as the door was smashed in, and before they could reach their guns, Plumer had them. The men were groggy with sleep as Garvey handcuffed them. “You dirty devil!” Webster screamed at Plumer as he realized who was arresting him. . Plumer drove his fist as hard as he could into Webster’s belly jand as the man doubled over, Plumer upped his knee viciously (ee ee nF