Buffalo Bill and the haunted ranch, or, The disappearance of the ranchman's daughter

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Buffalo Bill and the haunted ranch, or, The disappearance of the ranchman's daughter

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Buffalo Bill and the haunted ranch, or, The disappearance of the ranchman's daughter
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Buffalo Bill stories
Buffalo Bill
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New York
Street & Smith
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Dime novels. ( rbgenr )
Western stories. ( lcsh )
Buffalo Bill -- Fiction -- 1846-1917 ( lcsh )
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Volume 1, Number 37

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University of South Florida
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A ,V\fEEf(LY DEVOTED BORDER HI iss u e d W eek ly. By Sitbscr1pt1011$250 r e r vr,tr. R1u rrcd as Second Class Jfu.ttr r at 1 Vew Vark Pc>st Offi ce bv STREET & SMITH, 238 William St .. N. Y. No.37. Price, Five Cents. THEN FOLLOWED RAPID SHOTS AND WILD YELLS" AS BUFFALO BILL OPENED FIR!i: WITH JiIIS REVOLVERS UPON THE RED-BREAST AND HTS GANl"l


ffiDl1[S A WEEKLY PUBLI CATION D EVOTED TO 60RDE:-R HI 5TORY /Jriud Weekly. By Su!Jscriptfon $2..so pn-yea1. Entered a s Secon d Cl a ss Matter at N. Y. Post Office, by STREET & 238 St. N. Y. E ntere d accordinl!' to Act of Congres s i n tlie y ea1 1902, i n t';e Office of tlte Librarian o f Congress, I V a s ltin g ton. D C. No. 3 7 NEW YORK, J anuary 25, 1902. Price Five Cents. Buffalo Bill a n d the Harinted Ranch; . OR, The Disappearan c e of the Daughter. !... By the author of "BUFF ALO BILL" CHAPTER I. THE WRECKED RANCH. It was a wild \ Vest ern ranch, and located in a l atHl that had justly won two names-one, "Paradise Val ley, on account of its wonderful beauty of scenery, climate and ferti l ity of its soi l and al s o "Devi l's Land," fro m t h e reason that it was curs ed by a law le s s element that h a d stained it s s oil with deed s of blood. Bt1t ''Ranch Res tful wa s a h o me of h os pitalit y and comfort, its latchstring eYer outside to those who sought s h e lter there. Major Hart, the owner, had dared penetrate into t h e country as the first set tler, and, with h i s son and

2 THE B U F F ALO BILL S TORIESa Shot," t h e "Saddl e King," "Scalp-Taker" and others that fitte d his strange, adventurous and eventful life. He had started upon a trail a lone through the mil ita r y district, to gather information from the different settlers as to the number of men on their ranches, so as to learn just what force of' cowboy rangers could be relied upon as allies to an army in case of an Indian u prising that was threatened; the redskins, urged on, he believed, by the lawless element, who were anxious to raid the settlement, as they were now on the warpath hunting for soldiers' scalps. Buffa l o Bill had known the country and the valley well, long before the smoke of a single white man's 11abitation curled up there from a cabin But of late he had not gone there, and he had never met the inmates of Ranch Restful; but now he had a lettei from the fort commandant to Major Hart, for the latter had once beeh an army officer and stationed upon the frontier; so wild was not unknown to him. But to the major's son and daughter the frontier fort was known onl y as they remembered it as a boy of fourteen and a girl of t welve; yet they were glad to go back to the wild, free land of the Far West. When Buffalo Bill rode up to the ranch he saw at a glance that something had gone wrong, for out upon the piazza to meet him came the two negro servants, Peter and his wife Nancy, and they were both wailing i n a way that \Vas pitif ul to hear. "\Vell, old man, wha t has gone wrong?" asked the scot.it, touched by the deep distress upon the faces o f the negroes. "Oh! oh! eberyt'ing hab done gone wrong, sah !" cried the woman "Is some one dead? Q u ick! tell me, what is the matter?" said B u ffalo Bill, sternly. "yes, sah, all is dead, for I specks Missy Hazel is by this time "Yes, sah, Marsa Hart, de majah, an' his son, Marsa Harry, is !yin' dead in the home now, while Missy Hazel hab been carried off by de outlaws." "Both the major and his son have been killed?" cried the scout, in a startled tone. "Yes, sah." "How did it ha pp.en my man?" "My name Peter, sah, Black Peter, called Pete fer short. "Yer see, sah, mar sa an' his son went off on a ride together, and two h ours after tp came two men who say cley both been hurted, and want Missy Hazel to come ter de ranch whar dey be, an' come fixed ter stay some days ontil cley git better. "\i\Tell, sah, Nancy, dat my wife here, fix her up bundle of things, while I git her horse ready, an' she rode away wicl de men. "But soon arter up come, toward our ranch, cow boys, who tell us both marsa and Marsa Harry hab been kilt by outlaws, and elem ones Missy Hazel went wid am some ob de same bad lot. "Den he say de men was bringing home the dead bodies, and all was den goin' in chase of elem as had Missy Hazel. 'Well, sah, cley brought home de corpuses of de majah an' l\tfarsa Hany, an' went off on horseback arter Missy Hazel. "Nancy an' me jist finished la yin' out de poor, dead corpuses when you come." "How long ago did those men leave?" sternly asked Buffalo Bill, checking Peter in another wail of grief. "'Bout. two hours, sah." "How many cowboys went?" "All in de ranch, sah. "How many?" "Seven, sah, and I does hope t1ey will get Missy Hazel back." "It was a dastardly and bold game to capture the girl; but you must. put under your grief now and get to work, for I am hungry, and wish a good supper, and wish to give my horse a feed "Then put m e up a bag of provi sions, and I will take the trail of those cowboys, and I think I can be of service to them, for I am a scout from the fort, and came here to see Major Hart." Glory to gracious'!: kno _ws we'll see Missy Hazel ag'in, fer you looks it, from head ter toe! \rVhat might your name be, sah ?" said Nancy. "I am called Buffalo Bill at the fort." "Lordy does yer heah clat name, Nancy? "Does yer heah dat dis am de great Buf'ler Bill, what de majah and Harry done talk so much about. "Stir yer stumps, ole woman, an' git de best feeding in dis house, an' I'll take his horse "Mister Buf'ler Bill, I is yer servant, sah, an' we is prou d to know yer, 'deed we is." Buffalo Bill dismounted and Peter took his horse, while Nancy hurried into the cabin to prepare sup-


THE BUFF ALO BILL STORIES. 3 per, greatly awed by the presence of the scout she had so often heard of, and of his wonderful deeds. Having taken the sa:ddle off of the horse, Peter said: "I'll rub him down fine, sah, and take de best ob kur ob him, while you take a look at dem den, sah; dey is in dere," and he pointed to the family sittingroom, which opened upon the piazza of the large log cabin. Buffalo Bill strode into the room and took off his broad sombrero as he stood in the presenc.e of the dead. The major had been neatly dressed hy the negroes and was upon the best lounge, his hands clasped upon his breast. His son, a youth of twenty-two lays upon a sofa, also prepared for the coffin. "My God! but this is a terrible sight for that girl to return to-all the life wiped out in one instant! "Yes, and they have her in their power, for it was to get possession of her this crime was committed. "By the Heaven above, but s_he shall be rescued, and quickly! Yes, and I swear the murders of her father and brother shall be fully avenged, for within the hour I shall take the trail of these crime-stained fiends, and not rest until I have run them down," and Buffalo Bill sho\\ ed deeper feeling than was his wont, and his \Yords were uttered with deadly earnestness. Buffalo Bill made no idle threat, and meant to do \Yhat he said. Major Hart was dead-murdered. His son also was dead-murdered. His daughter was the captive of outlaws, and what would be her fate? Such \Yas the situation that stared Buffalo Bill in t he face. The comfortable h'ome, showing that its dwellers were refined and educated people, the furnishings revealing the tasty touch of a woman's hand, were gazed at by Buffalo Bill with deep sorrow in his heart. ') But he was too well used to scene-s of death and suffering to allow \Yhat was about him to take his appetite away, and he ate heartily of the very sub stantial and tempting supper Nancy prepared for him. Now and then he asked the woman a question or ln-o that might be u s eful to him antl, as the sun \vas close upon the horizon, he called to Peter to bring bis horse, and prepared for the start. "You must close the. house well, and let no one enter who is not of your own people. "Do not tell any one that may come that I have been here and gone upon the trail, for I do not care to have it known. "You will bury the bodies to-morrow, Peter, I suppose?" "Yes, sah, I'll make de coffins to-morrow first thing, sah. I knows now, as you is goin' arter Missy Hazel, dere won't be no need ob a coffin fer her." "I hope not, but I will see to it that there are graves

\THE BU F F l\LO B ILL STORIESg He seemed to have what his master claimed for him-the instinct of a dog for following a scen_t, and Bllffalo Bill depended wholly upon him to keep to t he trail. After a ride o f several hou rs at a sw inging wal k, the country became more rolling; then they ente1ed the foothills of a range of rugged mountains. "\Vell, Trail er, you are .,winging your head from side to side now, as though you were not just certain about the trail and as we are all of thirty miles from the Hart Ranch I guess we had better -:o into camp am! see what the morning will bring u s ," said the scout, and he began to look about for a good camp ing place. He soon fOl\nd it upon the banks of a small strea m, and, after first looking to the comfort of his Jiorse, he spread his O\rn bla nkets and sat qown to eat his supper from the good things old Nancy had supplied him with He went to sleep with perfect'confidence, well knowing that his faithful and intelligent horse-his boon companion on many long and despe rate trai l s -woul d arouse h i m at the first sign of danger. Tiailer k n ew his bus h' ess perfectly and rose as though a watchdog. The night passed without any alarm Trailer had fed wel l and, with his master, was ready for all that was before them when

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