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Tales of the Arizona Rangers

a serial by Timothy Fogg

The Arizona Rangers may not have had as famous a name as the Texas Rangers, but their many members had famous names of the their own. Wyatt Earp returns in this tale of cattle rustling and frontier justice.

Rustlers- Bud Hagan was not happy with his present surroundings. He had been tipped that a small herd of stolen beef would be coming up this canyon sometime tonight. Against his better judgment he had shown up to wait.

What They Heard - The two lawmen ground hitched their mounts and eased up to the top of the hill on foot. The eerie sound was repeated and all of a sudden Wyatt began to grin.

Segundo of the Needles - The Arizona Ranger quickly called for order in a stentorian voice.

Crazy Woman Canyon - The ranger rolled off the side of his horse, slapping it on the rump to hasten its departure. Hagan leaped into a dry bed left from a flash flood. It was only a couple of feet deep, but for a man in his position it was a haven from the storm.

Heads Up! - The ranger barely dared to breathe. This strange woman might hold the answer. 

A Gunfight and a Favor - The ranger had once spent some time with a partner that hailed from Vermont, and he had often used the expression, 'Between a rock and a hard place.' Hagan had just learned what that saying meant. 

Robbed! - Bud let his eyes wander over the room. He knew what was coming, but darned if he was going to volunteer.

The Deposit - Hagan looked inside and outside the livery, but his mount was nowhere to be seen. Finally he found the side door that had been left ajar. That was a convenient mistake for somebody, and it wasn't hard to figure whom. Looking around the street and in back of the stores brought no results, so he went back to the office to wait. 

Fire! - The ranger was feeling quite pleased with himself as he walked down the street. For only being on the job for one day he felt he had made a lot of progress. As he passed the blacksmith shop an idea came to him. Cody Wells had struck him as an upright man who was interested in assisting the law. Perhaps he would work odd hours as a deputy. 

The Visitor - A call in the night could spell danger. The ranger didn't move a muscle. This might be a ploy to get him to move so that he could be shot down. Once again the groan came out of the night. He had to risk it. If that groan was real then a man was hurt and needed help. Hagan eased his way around the edge of the clearing and neither saw nor heard any sign of danger. 

Night Moves - Leon's story about J.D. being in this town for over twenty-five years was a revelation. It was possible that the man was guilty of much more than he was even suspected of. 

The Raid - The sound outside the Applebee ranch house was unlike anything either of them had ever heard. 'Uaaaarrgh,' it bellowed again. 

Into the Mouth - As the Arizona Ranger rode out of sight the old prospector laughed so hard that he had to wipe his eyes. This crazy lawman! If he had only taken the time to talk to an old prospector then his problems would be solved. But, no, what could an old man know? Again the grizzled old timer chuckled to himself.

Lost Canyon - When Bud Hagan was thirty feet from the edge of the thicket he could see that there was an abrupt change in front of him. As he cleared the wood a gasp came from him. Below him lay a verdant vista that he had never guessed could even exist in southern Arizona. Lost Canyon!

Gunfight in Sierra Vista - The sound of voices entering the rock passage where Hagan waited made him scurry back to the indentation on the left hand wall. He was trapped! 

The Mystery Beast - With the call of 'Gang up, men,' J.D. Jones led the remaining outlaws on a gallop to the southern trail out of Sierra Vista. Soon all that was left was a haze of dust from their rapid departure. That and the dead and wounded outlaws that were lying in the street.