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

On River Bluff The Buckhorn Pass robbers! his hand so that Dolph ¢ se0 the bullet. “You ak ne mister -legal, ain't they?” Newton Makes No Sign If Newton had seen the token he did not let on, “1 don’t know about them things,” he said and turned away. North grimaced _ disdainfully. “I got a tin box full of ’em:; jnever earned me a pinch of dust all put together.” He waved Barclay toward the door. “Be cn your way -it’s closin’ time.’ Pretending to be bitterly disappointed, Barclay put the papers into his pocket and lumbered from the store muttering about people that didn’t recognize a sure-fire deal when they saw one. Outside he hesitated for a mo-. : ment; had Dolph noticed the toklen? Barclay decided to drift down the road; he mounted his horse’ land rode slowly back toward . Folsom. Would Dolph follow? Yes! Horse’s hoofs sounded in the dust behind him -without turning for a look at the rider, he knew who he was. 4 Barclay ‘Finds Three of Gang oe ‘Relaxed in Hiding They had taken those precautions, fearing that the Wells Fargo detectives were in Folsom. But when Dolph had learned from Tim Woodruff, whom he! had met accidentally on one of his visits to the store, that the search for them was centered in the Yreka-Weaverville-Shasta City, area, they had relaxed, though agreeing to stay away from the tantalizing nightlife of Folsom till Dick and Cy appeured. After that the loot would be divided, Jeaving each to enjoy his share when and where he pleased -unless Barter insisted that they stick together as previously agreed on, until the robbery being planned by Marshal, Henry Plumer of Nevada City had been committed. .But,on the night Mexican Frank had failed to return to camp, the men had been shaken into action; he might have been picked up by Wells Fargo agents, and if he talked they would be found. They had. decided ‘to. move to a new hideout unknown to Mexican “Tim. against it,” George Skinner had-said to Big Dolph who. had suggested the move. “We're) alright’ here, Nobody. nabbed Frank, he got fed up hangin’ around,. that’s all.” ’ “Don't make me laugh. Frank never run out,on anybody.” ~ “where in hell is he then “S’pose I ask you the same? You left camp a while after he had rendezvoused without incident at the abandoned granite quarry near Folsom City, and had moved into one of the old 9” ot sheds to wait for Rattlesnake did.” have to Dick Barter and Cy Skinner to # A iag BS ine re join them. They had buried the “Did I say you had?” forty thousand in gold, brought from Trinity Mountain near the} shed and had settled down to endless poker games, playing for chits against their expected shares in the loot. Big Dolph had been chosen to ride every evening to Clem North’s store in an attempt to contact Barter, as was the custom whenever the gang was forced to disperse or hide in some remote place. And Mexican Frank had ‘been selected to keep. them in whiskey, the one shortage in their jason; re “+ Wants to Move “«q']l lay bets that Barclay got him,” Trish Carter had insisted. “I’m for clearin’ out right now.” x “How’s Dick and Cy goin to find us?” "Dolph had eyed Skinner hatefully. “Dont worry about that. Worry about Jock Barclay! You an’ Irish an’ Romero dig up the treasure, I'll get the horses ready, w where to go.” flan had led them through the dense underbrush farther into the desolate plateau, to the brink

On River Bluff The Buckhorn Pass robbers! his hand so that Dolph ¢ se0 the bullet. “You ak ne mister -legal, ain't they?” Newton Makes No Sign If Newton had seen the token he did not let on, “1 don’t know about them things,” he said and turned away. North grimaced _ disdainfully. “I got a tin box full of ’em:; jnever earned me a pinch of dust all put together.” He waved Barclay toward the door. “Be cn your way -it’s closin’ time.’ Pretending to be bitterly disappointed, Barclay put the papers into his pocket and lumbered from the store muttering about people that didn’t recognize a sure-fire deal when they saw one. Outside he hesitated for a mo-. : ment; had Dolph noticed the toklen? Barclay decided to drift down the road; he mounted his horse’ land rode slowly back toward . Folsom. Would Dolph follow? Yes! Horse’s hoofs sounded in the dust behind him -without turning for a look at the rider, he knew who he was. 4 Barclay ‘Finds Three of Gang oe ‘Relaxed in Hiding They had taken those precautions, fearing that the Wells Fargo detectives were in Folsom. But when Dolph had learned from Tim Woodruff, whom he! had met accidentally on one of his visits to the store, that the search for them was centered in the Yreka-Weaverville-Shasta City, area, they had relaxed, though agreeing to stay away from the tantalizing nightlife of Folsom till Dick and Cy appeured. After that the loot would be divided, Jeaving each to enjoy his share when and where he pleased -unless Barter insisted that they stick together as previously agreed on, until the robbery being planned by Marshal, Henry Plumer of Nevada City had been committed. .But,on the night Mexican Frank had failed to return to camp, the men had been shaken into

action; he might have been picked up by Wells Fargo agents, and if he talked they would be found. They had. decided ‘to. move to a new hideout unknown to Mexican “Tim. against it,” George Skinner had-said to Big Dolph who. had suggested the move. “We're) alright’ here, Nobody. nabbed Frank, he got fed up hangin’ around,. that’s all.” ’ “Don't make me laugh. Frank never run out,on anybody.” ~ “where in hell is he then “S’pose I ask you the same? You left camp a while after he had rendezvoused without incident at the abandoned granite quarry near Folsom City, and had moved into one of the old 9” ot sheds to wait for Rattlesnake did.” have to Dick Barter and Cy Skinner to # A iag BS ine re join them. They had buried the “Did I say you had?” forty thousand in gold, brought from Trinity Mountain near the} shed and had settled down to endless poker games, playing for chits against their expected shares in the loot. Big Dolph had been chosen to ride every evening to Clem North’s store in an attempt to contact Barter, as was the custom whenever the gang was forced to disperse or hide in some remote place. And Mexican Frank had ‘been selected to keep. them in whiskey, the one shortage in their jason; re “+ Wants to Move “«q']l lay bets that Barclay got him,” Trish Carter had insisted. “I’m for clearin’ out right now.” x “How’s Dick and Cy goin to find us?” "Dolph had eyed Skinner hatefully. “Dont worry about that. Worry about Jock Barclay! You an’ Irish an’ Romero dig up the treasure, I'll get the horses ready, w where to go.” flan had led them through the dense underbrush farther into the desolate plateau, to the brink