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Mountain Justice
B.S. Dunn
Dan Pearson kicked out the fire and cursed the cold. A small column of brown smoke flecked with glittering orange sparks floated up into the bitter morning air. He pulled the collar of his slicker higher trying to keep out the biting autumn chill. It was only a matter of time before the first snows would fall in this part of Wyoming and he wanted to be out of the high country before that happened.
Dan wasn't a big man, he stood a touch over five and a half feet in his socks. His collar length hair was brown and shaggy, most of it hidden away under a black, low-crowned hat. His face was deeply tanned, almost leathery, and made him look somewhat older than his thirty years. It did however, give him a ruggedly handsome appearance which many women found alluring.
Pearson shivered again as the insidious cold crept beneath his slicker and through his woollen shirt. Tall pines and cedar blocked out the morning sun's warmth and the heavy air caused the wood smoke from his now defunct camp fire to drift like a blanket of fog halfway up the trunks of the tall rough-barked trees.
A creature of habit, Pearson checked the loads in his single-action Colt army model and then the Winchester which was chambered for a .45-.75 cartridge.
Finding everything in order, Pearson mounted his buckskin mare, and with slight knee pressure, the horse moved off in a slow walk, picking its way along the narrow, winding trail towards the town of Woodsville.
It was late morning when the mountain trail opened out into a lush alpine meadow bordered by immense ponderosa pines and giant cedars. West of the town a stand of silver barked aspen sparkled, leaves of gold and orange standing out against a back drop of green.
In the midst of it all, situated on the banks of a fast-flowing mountain stream, was the town of Woodsville.
Woodsville had humble beginnings as a lumber camp. Trees were felled in the mountains and the stripped logs freighted down from the camp to the timber mills at the foot of the range.
The discovery of gold some twelve months later saw the camp boom with an influx of miners keen to make their fortune. The rush lasted three years before the last of the placer mines played out and the miners left. In their wake was left a town that struggled to survive.
An English timber man, Edward Fox, had made his fortune selling milled lumber to the miners. Though little was known about him, rumour had it that many years before he'd gone into exile from his native homeland after the suspicious murder of his wife and her lover. Though in reality, nobody actually knew.
Fox and his son had arrived with the first miners. He brought machinery and men with him and soon after, had his lumberjacks felling in the best stands. He supplied timber hand over fist to the miners at exorbitant prices.
Other timber companies saw an opportunity for themselves to come in and take a share of the profits but Fox would have none of it. The first time a rival company tried to move machines into the high country, the freighters were ambushed and the equipment destroyed. It was a single ill-fated attempt.
Therein Fox found another way to make money. He offered to buy ready-to-mill logs from his opposition, at a substantially reduced price.
Of course the deal was refused. Rather than sell to Fox, they chose to keep freighting it down out of the mountains. Once again, it was tried only once. From then on, they were at the mercy of Edward Fox.
After the miners left, Fox's profits slumped, but the "entrepreneur", as he referred to himself, was not one to stand idly by and let money escape his grasp. He began to buy the most lucrative businesses in Woodsville and once more was making money.
Pearson reined up on the outskirts of town and reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a nickel-plated star and pinned it to his chest, high and on the left side.
He'd worn it for the past two years in a small town called Tawny Creek. Tired of wandering, he'd looked for an opportunity to settle down, and Tawny Creek had provided that for him.
Pearson leaned forward and rubbed his horse between the ears. "I guess this is it girl. Let's ride in and get it done."
Pearson's first stop was the livery stable. Not much more than a large barn, it had double doors at both ends and a corral out the back. The hostler's name was Orville. He was a middle-aged man with grey hair and a limp courtesy of a Reb mini-ball.
"What can I do for you stranger?" Orville asked warmly while Pearson was tethering the buckskin to a wobbly hitch-rail.
Pearson turned around and the hostler noticed the badge.
He swallowed hard and his warm demeanour shifted to one of nervousness. "What can I do for you sheriff?"
"A stall for the night if you've got one?"
"Sure, no problem," Orville answered. "People around here call me Orville. Are you just passin' through sheriff?"
"The name's Pearson," Pearson told him. "And no I'm not passin' through."
The hostler's face fell. "No, I didn't think you were. The stall will be four bits for the night."
"With feed and rub down?"
"Feed is included, but it'll cost you an extra two bits for the rub down."
Pearson nodded. "Fine."
After the horse was stabled Pearson said, "I'm lookin' for two men. One rides a paint and the other rides a chestnut. Do you know of anyone around here who forks broncs like that?"
Orville shook his head but his eyes gave him away. "Nope, I don't know anyone around here who rides them kinda horses. Come to think of it I don't think I've ever seen any such horses like that in town, ever."
"That's funny," Pearson said, "because I was told I could find 'em here in Woodsville."
The hostler shook his head vigorously. "Nope. Whom ever told you that must've been drunk when they told you that. Yes sir, blamed drunk."
The next time Pearson spoke, his voice possessed an edge. "Is everybody in town runnin' scared like you?"
An indignant expression came over the hostler's face, all but fleeting. He knew what Pearson meant, but denied it anyway.
"What do you mean?" Orville asked, refusing to meet the lawman's eyes.
"You know what I mean," Pearson snapped. "You also know who I'm after and that they blamed well live here in town."
"Sheriff, I know nothin'."
"You mean you choose to know nothin," Pearson scolded him as he would a child. "Where can I find the local law?"
"The jail is about halfway along main street on your left," Orville informed him. "It won't do you any good."
"Why?" Pearson asked harshly.
Orville didn't answer. He turned and limped away.
Pearson entered the law office and found the sheriff sitting behind a scarred, dark timber desk, drinking a steaming mug of coffee laced with rotgut whiskey.
Pearson stood in front of the desk. "My name's Pearson. I'm the sheriff of Tawny Creek. It's a small town south of here. I'm lookin' for two men who robbed the Tawny Creek stage and killed the driver and messenger. They stole four thousand dollars from the strong box the Concorde was carryin'."
Pearson could tell from the expression on the lawman's face that he knew exactly who Pearson meant even without mentioning names.
The sheriff was an overweight man who looked as though he'd not moved from his chair in years. His puffy face had turned a pale sickly colour.
"I'm sheriff James," he croaked. "If there is any way I can help, just ask."
Pearson knew that there was no heart in the offer.
"The men I'm after live here," he said, knowing he didn't need to add the last bit of information. "One rides a paint and the other a chestnut. Do you know 'em?"
"Nope. Never heard of 'em," James answered with a shake of his head.
"You too sheriff?"
All he got in return was a puzzled look.
"Hell James, you know who I'm talkin' about. Let's see if this jogs your memory. Jonathan Fox and his pard Abilene. They were the two who hit the stage and did the killin'. I'm here to take 'em back for trial, so you can either help me or stay the hell out of my way."
Pearson paused briefly then continued. "I've been here five minutes and it's not hard to tell that Edward Fox has this town buffaloed. So tell me, where can I find 'em?"
"I … I don't know where they are," the fat man stammered.
Pearson's eyes grew flinty. "So that's how it's going to be is it?"
"You could try the saloon across the street," James said acting as if he was being helpful. "The Crosscut it's called. They could be there."
"Yeah, I'll do that," Pearson said icily. "Thanks for all your help."
With that the Tawny Creek sheriff turned on his heel and stalked out the door.
James waited until he saw Pearson enter the saloon before he rushed from his office and lumbered along the street to the office of Fox and Son.
Edward Fox sat at a large, finely hand-tooled cedar desk, in a leather upholstered chair. His son, Jonathan sat on a lounge along a side wall, with his cohort Abilene. A pot-bellied stove in the far corner emitted sufficient heat to warm the room.
Fox senior was a thin man with fine, grey hair which was immaculately groomed. He was a man who exuded an aura of great confidence.
Junior was a younger version of the same while Abilene was an average looking young man with lake blue eyes, blond hair and a right arm that could pull a six-gun in the blink of an eye.
"What can we do for our esteemed peace officer today?" the elder Fox asked in a voice that dripped sarcasm.
"You got a problem that just rode into town," the big man gasped out and pointed at the young men on the lounge. "Actually it's you two who have the problem."
Jonathan and Abilene gave him a questioning look.
"What the hell do you mean?" Jonathan snapped.
"Well, just lately I had noticed you two have been flashin' money around town. More than usual and today a lawman from down Tawny Creek shows up with a story about a stage heist and lookin' for you two."
The two young men remained silent.
Edward Fox looked over at them, his eyes narrowed with his rage.
"What have you two gone and done now?" he hissed.
His son shrugged nonchalantly. "When we went and took care of that business for you we picked up a little spendin' money along the way. Nothin' much."
Fox's face turned crimson,."Of all the stupid, idiotic things to do. What the hell were you two idiots thinking?"
"They killed the driver and the shotgun messenger too," James put in.
"Watch your mouth fat man," Abilene warned.
"Shut up!" Fox exploded. "I can't believe that the pair of you thought that I wouldn't find out. And now your stupidity has brought outside law here."
Abilene leapt to his feet, drew his Colt .45 and checked its loads.
"Where is he?" he asked staring hard at James. "I'll fix the problem right now."
"He went over to the Crosscut," the sheriff answered.
Fox held up a gnarled hand. "Just hold up. You two have caused enough trouble. I'll sort this out. Meanwhile, you two go up to the cabin at Deep Creek and lay low. Don't come back to town until I send for you."
The two young men left and Fox turned his steely gaze on the sheriff. "Go and find Wells for me. Tell him I have a job for him and have him meet me at my house."
When Pearson entered the saloon, most patrons turned to stare at the stranger with the badge pinned to his chest. The room went silent for a time before the noise levels returned to normal once again.
Pearson looked about from his position just inside the bat-wing doors. A sawdust covered plank floor held round tables with scarred tops which were scattered throughout the room. The bar was constructed of hardwood and stretched across most of the width of the room while a long rectangle mirror on the rear wall sat above shelves of bottles.
Percentage girls were ensconced on the knees of customers, encouraging them to part with more money, while the faro table appeared busy.
Pearson weaved his way through the crowd as he crossed the smoke filled room and bellied up to the bar.
"What'll it be sheriff?" the short barkeep asked. "Beer or whiskey?"
Pearson shook his head, "Neither. I'm lookin' for Jonathan Fox; know where I can find him?"
The barkeep stared blankly at the Tawny Creek sheriff. Without a word he turned and walked away to a spot further down the bar where he started to clean glasses with a stained rag.
Finally Pearson's frustration boiled over. He turned to face the bar-room.
"I'm lookin' for Jonathan Fox and his pard Abilene," he shouted. "They robbed a stage and killed two men. Do any of you know where I can find them?"
Every person in the room ignored him. It was as if Pearson wasn't there.
"Hell!" he cursed and stormed out.
The next place of call was the Fox and Son office but it was locked up and the blinds pulled. More frustration.
For the rest of the day Pearson tried various other establishments, under the watchful eye of townsfolk too afraid to talk, for the same result. Finally he gave up in disgust after his belly told him it was time to eat. He would go to Fox's office the following morning and see what he had to say.
It was just on dark when Pearson found himself a small eatery on a side street that was run by a widow woman and her daughter.
Inside there was enough room for ten tables, no more. Each table was covered with a white table cloth and had two chairs. Clean cutlery sat on the table tops, along with starched napkins.
Although the place was small, Pearson thought that somebody took great pains to look after their patrons.
The room was filled with mouth-watering aromas and by the time Pearson sat down at the only available table, his stomach was kicking up a storm.
He ordered a plate of stew and potatoes, followed by home made dumplings. Without a doubt, it was certainly the best home cooked meal he'd had in a long while.
Pearson was halfway through his second cup of coffee when the widow woman's daughter sat in the chair opposite him.
She was thin, plain looking but not unattractive, her long brown hair tied back in a ponytail. It quickly struck him that she was not the young girl he'd thought she was. She was in every way a young woman.
Pearson's mug stopped halfway to his lips as he waited on an explanation for the intrusion. The young lady had a look of uncertainty on her face and the Tawny Creek sheriff thought that she might have changed her mind and stand up before she spoke a word.
In a soft voice she asked, "Are you planning on taking Jon and Abilene back with you mister?"
"That's the idea," he replied.
"Are you going to take them back alive or are you going to shoot them?"
Pearson was puzzled. "Why is it you want to know ma'am?"
"Peggy."
"Pardon ma'am?"
"My name is Peggy," she informed him. "But if you're planning on taking them back alive that means old man Fox will try to stop you. And you might have to kill him. That would please me no end."
Pearson's face, although taken aback at the harshness that Peggy's voice held, remained passive.
"I'm sorry," she hurriedly apologised. "But you can't blame me for hoping. After all, that man is responsible for the death of my father, and now you show up. A real man who might be the only hope of breaking the choke hold that man has on this town."
"I'm sorry about your Pa," Pearson said quietly. "But my job here is to bring in the ones responsible for the stage robbery and deaths of two men. If Fox comes between me and my duty then I'll deal with him. But if he leaves me be, then that's all I'll do. I'm not somebody's avenging angel. Besides, hate is a heavy burden to be carryin' around."
Peggy remained silent for a while then she stood up, the chair scraped on the floorboards as it moved back. She brushed at the front of her floral apron and moved around the table to where she could reach the empty bowl the dumplings had been in.
"You might try the company cabin up on Deep Creek," she whispered. "It's four miles north of here."
When she turned and walked back to the kitchen, Peggy could feel his eyes on her, and that made her smile.
Pearson remembered seeing a hotel on his way around town and walked toward it along the dusty boardwalk, dim lantern light cast a dull orange glow across his path.
He pulled the collar on his jacket higher as the chilled night air bit sharply into his exposed skin. As his boots clunked along on the boards, Peggy's words played over and over in his head. He would take a look at the cabin in the morning. If the pair were there, they wouldn't be going anywhere in a hurry.
Pearson stepped down into the street to cross it when thunder filled the night air and the muzzle flash from a rifle lit an alley across the way.
A burning pain lanced across his left side as a bullet scored a deep furrow over his ribs. The force of it spun him around and Pearson collapsed to his knees.
Instinct took over and he drew his Colt, turned stiffly, raised his gun and fired at the darkened alley.
The bushwhacker fired again and dirt kicked up to Pearson's left. Pearson fired at the muzzle flash, two shots and was rewarded with a cry of alarm.
Ignoring the pain in his side Pearson leapt to his feet and ran across the street. He took cover up against the front wall of the mercantile and then edged his way along to the mouth of the alley.
No more gunfire sounded so Pearson cautiously entered the dark alley and found the bushwhacker laying in the shadows. Pearson knelt down beside the body and felt for a pulse. There was none. Whoever this man was, he was dead.
People started to gather around the mouth of the alley and it wasn't long before the sheriff arrived on the scene blowing hard from his exertions.
"What the blazes is goin' on?" he gasped out. "Well Pearson?"
Pearson pointed at the dark shadow of the dead man on the ground. "It would seem that this here feller wanted to blow a few holes in me."
"Has somebody got a light?" Sheriff James asked.
A tall, slim man stepped out of the crowd holding a lantern at shoulder height. He held it above the dead bushwhacker so his face was visible.
"It's Shorty Wells," murmured a man in the crowd.
The lucky shot from Pearson's Colt had hit the man high in the chest, killing him.
"Who's Shorty Wells?" Pearson asked James.
"He's um … he's nobody," James said hesitantly. "He's just a bum."
Pearson had been lied to all day and now he'd been ambushed. He'd had enough. With a fluid motion his Colt appeared in his hand. He raised it so the barrel poked up under the lawman's double chin.
"Who's Shorty Wells?"
There was a murmur from the crowd.
"He's … he's a man who works for Mr Fox," stammered James.
Pearson holstered his six-gun. "See, now wasn't that easy?"
The Tawny Creek sheriff shouldered his way through the crowd and once he was clear, stopped to examine his bloody side. When he looked up Peggy stood before him. She took him by the arm. "Come with me and I'll fix that for you."
"What are you doin' here?"
"I heard the shooting," she explained. "I knew it was you."
"Yeah well, you shouldn't have come."
"Whatever," she shrugged. "Come with me."
Pearson allowed himself to be led away by Peggy. She was beginning to interest him very much.
"There you go, all done."
Peggy stood back and admired her work.
Pearson sat on a kitchen chair in the home of his nurse. With no shirt on, even with the small wood stove burning, he was beginning to feel the cold.
It was a small room, but in all it looked functional.
"You can stop staring at me now, I'm finished. Put your shirt back on."
Pearson turned red with embarrassment as he realised he had indeed been staring at Peggy.
"I'm sorry," he apologised. "I didn't know I was doin' it."
Peggy smiled warmly. "I don't mind. It's not often that a man like you happens by and looks at me like you have been. It's quite flattering."
Pearson turned even redder but said nothing while he put his bloody shirt back on.
"I wish you'd let me clean your shirt for you," Peggy said dismayed at the sight of it.
"It's fine, really. I've another in my saddlebags," he reassured her.
Peggy had cleaned his wound, put some salve on it and then bandaged it tight to help stop the bleeding.
"Well, I guess I'll be goin'. Thanks for the doctorin'."
Peggy put a hand on his shoulder and said, "Wait here a minute." And then she disappeared.
A few minutes later she returned with blankets and a pillow.
"What's all this?" Pearson asked hesitantly.
She dumped it all in Pearson's arms and said, "We have a spare room out the back. You'll be sleeping there."
Pearson opened his mouth to protest but Peggy cut him off.
"It's fine. It was ma's idea. She couldn't see a problem with it, you being a sheriff and all. So breakfast is at seven. Don't be late."
Peggy turned and left the room, leaving Pearson sitting there stunned.
The following morning sheriff James was in the office of Edward Fox, and the latter was not happy.
"That bastard was lucky last night," Fox fumed. "I've never known Shorty to miss."
"That's just it," said James, "he did and now he's dead because of it."
Fox sat in his big leather chair and remained silent, deep in thought. He looked up at James.
"Sheriff, you're looking a little pale," he observed. "I suggest a short trip out of town is in order. Before the first snow sets in."
James was slow to realise that what he was being told was not an option.
"I feel fine Mr Fox. Never felt better."
Fox sighed heavily at the lawman's inability to comprehend what he was hearing. "Do I have to spell it out for you? Pearson is fast becoming a problem and I can only see one way of getting rid of him. And that is by going at him hard. I don't think you want to be around for that."
It finally dawned on James what Fox was alluding to. "Oh."
"So, have you seen him this morning or not?" Fox asked the sheriff.
James shook his head, "Nope. I ain't seen hide nor hair of him since last night."
Fox frowned. "I wonder where he is."
Pearson had risen before dawn that chilled morning and foregone breakfast to get an early start up to Deep Creek. His side was stiff and a little sore but he knew that would be fine.
Orville was up and about, curious as to what Pearson was doing about so early.
"You're up early this mornin'," he observed.
"How's the wound?"
"Sore."
"Leavin' town?"
"Goin' far?"
Pearson turned away from tightening the cinch on his saddle and stared hard at the hostler, "If I told you where I was goin' would you run down and tell Fox?"
"Hell no," Orville said indignantly.
"Well then, I'm goin' out to …"
The hostler held up a gnarled hand. "Hold it there. I ain't so sure I want to know."
"Orville, what happened to your leg?" Pearson asked.
The hostler was taken aback at the question but after a brief silence he answered the question.
"Took a Reb minnie ball at Gettysburg," he explained. "It smashed my leg. Field surgeon wanted to take it off but a friend of mine wouldn't let him."
Pearson digested the information then asked, "How come a feller like you puts up with Fox? Surely you're not scared of him? Not after goin' through what you have."
Orville opened his mouth to vent a stern rebuke but no words spilled out. Instead his mouth snapped shut like a steel trap.
Pearson mounted his horse and rode off into the cold, mist-filled morning, leaving the hostler contemplating what he'd said.
The cabin stood deep in the trees on a patch of dirt just big enough for the log constructed building. From its stone chimney drifted a thin column of white smoke. Out back was a small, rough-built corral with two horses standing hip-shot at the rail. Growing from its centre was a large pine.
As Pearson sat watching the cabin, the light mist which hung between the trees started to lift. His horse was tied to a low branch further back along the trail and he'd approached the cabin through the dense timber.
The Tawny Creek sheriff drew his Colt and bent low. He crept forward, stopping frequently to listen intently.
It wasn't until he reached the cabin and positioned himself under a window that he heard the voices inside.
"Man I hate sittin' around here doin' nothin'. Why doesn't your old man let me at that son of a bitch and have done with it."
"Just be patient Abilene. He knows what he's doin'. Maybe another day at most and he'll be dead and we can head on back to town."
Abilene mumbled something incoherent which Pearson couldn't make out. Well at least they were there. Now he had to get them out.
He thought of the corral, and an idea dawned on him.
"God damn it. The horses are loose," Abilene's voice cursed loudly.
The cabin door flew open and out tumbled the two wanted young men.
"Hold it right there," Pearson snapped as he eared back the hammer on his Colt. "You two are under arrest."
Abilene swore and went for his gun. A foolish move for his pistol never even cleared leather before the hammer on Pearson's six-gun fell.
The Colt roared loudly in the still morning air and the slug took Abilene high in the left of his chest. He cried out as he reeled back and crashed to the damp earth. His gun still in its holster unfired, and a growing patch of red on his coat.
Pearson shifted his aim to cover Jonathan Fox who stood transfixed in shock, looking down at the lifeless body of his friend.
He looked up at the Tawny Creek sheriff, his face a mask of rage. "You low down bastard."
Pearson's .45 held rock steady in his fist. "Maybe, but if you don't want to end up like your friend there, unbuckle your gun-belt with your left hand and let it drop."
Pearson watched as Fox did as he was ordered and there was a dull thud when the gun-belt hit the earth.
"Right," he said, "it's time to catch them horses. Now move."
"My Pa will kill you for this," Jonathan Fox snarled.
"Just shut up and move," Pearson snapped. "You're goin' to hang for what you and Abilene did, and I for one won't be sheddin' any tears."
When Pearson rode into town leading the two horses with the younger Fox and the stiffening Abilene on them, people stopped to stare in disbelief. To them, all the sheriff of Tawny Creek had succeeded in doing was to sign his own death warrant.
Word spread like wildfire through the town and as the horses were being tied at the hitch rail outside the jail, the news reached Edward Fox.
Shortly after that, Fox sent word for all the hardcases in his employ to assemble across the street in the Crosscut saloon.
Inside the jail, Pearson locked Jonathan Fox in an empty cell in the back room and returned to the front office where he found Orville waiting for him.
To his surprise, he was cradling a cut-off twelve gauge shotgun.
"What are you doin' here?" he asked the hostler.
"I come to help."
"Where's the sheriff?"
"He rode out this mornin'," Orville told him. "Didn't say where he was goin', just that he had somethin' to do."
Pearson nodded. "Convenient."
"Yeah, mighty."
There was a moment of silence before the hostler spoke again. "Heard you brought in young Jon. Figured you might need some help."
"You do realise there is a good chance you'll get yourself killed, don't you?" Pearson pointed out.
The hostler reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a battered old campaign hat and put it on.
"Why in hell did you bring him back here anyways?" Orville asked. "Why not just keep ridin' down out of the mountains?"
"You know Fox. How far do you think I'd get down the mountain before him and his henchmen caught up?"
"Yeah, I see your point."
Pearson walked over to the gun rack and broke the chain that looped through the trigger guards of the weapons. He took down a couple of Winchesters, a sawed-off shotgun and a Henry rifle. He left an older army model Spencer and a '74 Sharps in the rack.
He placed the guns on the sheriff's desk, found some ammunition and loaded them.
Pearson picked up one of the Winchesters and a spare box of cartridges. He gave them to Orville and said, "You'll be needin' them."
"Pearson!" The voice called from out on the street.
"Looks like it's about to start," observed Orville.
"Yeah, find yourself some cover beside the window on the left."
"It's Fox," said Orville when he looked out.
Pearson scooped up his own rifle and hurried across to the window on the right. He opened it and called back, "What do you want Fox?"
Edward Fox stood in the middle of the main street holding a rifle and flanked by two gunmen.
"You know what I want Pearson," he bellowed. "Let my boy go."
"Can't do that."
"The way I see it Pearson you have two choices. Let my boy go or we'll kill you and that crippled old buzzard in there with you. I have another ten men in the saloon just waiting to shoot you dead. The choice is yours. I don't care either way. I'll give you five minutes to decide."
"You know he's goin' to kill us whether we let his son go or not?" said Orville.
Pearson turned to the hostler and nodded. "We need to get that desk on its side and put both it and the cabinet under the windows for some protection. These walls are paper thin and won't stop much."
They'd just finished the task when, "Pearson!"
The Tawny Creek sheriff looked out into the street but it was empty.
"Can you hear me Pearson?" The voice it seemed, was coming from inside the saloon.
"Are you comin' out with my boy or do we start shootin'?"
"I think you know the answer to that," Pearson called out. "Just remember we have your son in here. I'd hate for him to get shot by a stray slug."
"Well, maybe you can be persuaded by some other means."
A brief commotion across the street followed as Peggy was shoved roughly through the bat-wings in front of a gunman.
"What do you say now? Send Jon out or my man shoots the girl." Fox shouted.
Pearson gave Orville a look of helplessness. "Will he do it?"
The hostler nodded. "I do believe he would."
Pearson shook his head. "I'm sorry Orville."
"I understand," he said trying to ease Pearson's guilt. "Maybe we can take a few with us."
"Come on Pearson, I'm tired of waiting."
"Get him out Orville."
When the young man came out of the back room he had a smug look on his face. "I told you what would happen. Now once I'm free my old man will kill the pair of you and I'll be ..."
Pearson stepped forward and drove his rifle butt brutally into Jonathan Fox's middle, driving the air from him.
"You'll be hidin behind your father like the yeller dog you are," Pearson grated through clenched teeth. "Now get your worthless carcass outside before I shoot you where you stand."
Pearson and Orville went across to the windows as Jonathan Fox walked outside. The street was empty in both directions but there were men with rifles on the roof tops.
"Hold it right there kid," Pearson said in a menacing voice. "Hey Fox, here's your rotten offspring. You start the girl and we'll start your son."
There came the murmur of voices from the other side of the street and Peggy slowly began the walk toward the jail.
"Okay Fox," Pearson warned. "Move off real slow. Any wrong move and I'll shoot you. Pure and simple."
Both moved slowly across the street which to the Tawny Creek sheriff seemed to have widened dramatically. As Jonathan Fox walked past Peggy he hissed in a harsh tone, "You're dead."
She gave no indication that she'd heard and chose to keep her gaze straight ahead and her pace steady. Once she was at the open door, Peggy dived through and Pearson slammed it shut behind her.
Instantly the shooting began. Bullets punched holes through the thin walls and embedded themselves into the opposite ones. The glass windows shattered and razor sharp shards scythed across the room.
"Stay down!" Pearson yelled at Peggy. "Crawl into the back room where the cells are and stay there."
She did as she was told and Pearson commenced firing on the saloon. His first target was an upstairs window. He fired three fast shots and saw his target disappear. Dead or wounded he wasn't sure.
Orville had already emptied one rifle and was now letting loose with the Henry.
"Don't waste too much ammunition Orville!" The Tawny Creek sheriff yelled his warning. "It ain't like we got a whole lot."
"Who said I was wastin' it. I already got me two fellers who won't be seein' another day."
Pearson fired at a rifle barrel that protruded from a shattered saloon window. His bullet gouged splinters from the window's timber frame and sprayed the rifle owners face with the slivers. His target reeled back, clawing at his face and exposed himself. Pearson's rifle bucked against his shoulder again and this time the slug took the man in the chest, and knocked him back out of sight.
After another flurry of shots, the rifle fire ebbed and then stopped.
"What do you figure they're up to?" A puzzled Orville asked.
"Who knows. How many do you figure we've hit?"
"I've done for two," Orville assured him. "I'd put down a third as possible."
"I think I've taken care of two," Pearson said.
"How many you figure he's got over there?"
"I don't know," Pearson shrugged. Then he called out to Peggy. "Peggy are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"Do you know how many guns Fox has over there?"
"About a dozen I think," came the distant reply.
"Is that with the guns he has on the roof tops, Peggy?"
"I don't know about them."
"Did you see 'em Orville?" Pearson asked the hostler.
"Only the tops of their heads," he explained. "But I figure there could be another eight or nine guns up there."
"Way too many for us to handle," the Tawny Creek sheriff allowed.
A new volley of gun fire erupted from the saloon and eight men led by Jonathan Fox exploded through the bat-wings. They fired rifles and six-guns as they started to cross the street to lay down a deadly fusillade of fire.
When the attackers reached the centre of the main street more gunfire erupted from the roof tops. The volume of fire coming into the jail didn't increase. If anything, it dwindled.
Pearson poked his head up to take a quick look. Outside, the attackers were in disarray. Six of the eight were down; the other two were firing at the roof tops. Jonathan Fox lay motionless in the street, most likely killed in the first volley.
It wasn't long before the remaining gunmen joined the others.
An eerie silence fell across the town. Pearson and Orville looked up at the rooftops and saw to their surprise that the gunmen were townsfolk of Woodsville.
"It looks as though the good citizens have taken their town back," smiled Pearson.
"It sure do," agreed the smiling hostler.
Peggy joined them and they walked outside and stood on the boardwalk surveying the bloody scene before them.
"That would've been us if they hadn't bought in to the fight," Pearson allowed.
"Look out!" Peggy's cry of alarm drew their attention to Edward Fox who'd stormed out of the Crosscut saloon, six-gun in hand. He started firing erratically.
"I'll kill you, you son of a bitch!"
A bullet smacked into the wall behind Pearson while another fanned his cheek. He didn't move. He didn't have to as Orville swung up the Henry rifle and fired, levered and fired again.
The two slugs ripped into Fox who stopped in his tracks, mouth agape. He staggered another step and tried to bring his gun into line with the hostler. The weight of it in the hand of the dying man was too much.
He took one more step and fell forward, dead. The town of Woodsville truly was free.
Pearson stood beside his horse ready to leave.
"Thanks for your help Orville," he said and he thrust out his hand.
The hostler took it in a firm grip. A confident grip. "No. Thank you. If it weren't for you I'd still be showin' yeller. You take care of yourself."
Orville walked off and only Peggy stood before him.
"Well I'd best be off."
"I suppose so," Peggy said quietly.
There was a brief silence and Pearson said, "If I was to come back up here after the snow thaws do you think your Ma would cook me one of her meals?"
Peggy smiled warmly. "I'm sure she would."
She leant forward and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
"Goodbye," she whispered in his ear.
When she drew back their eyes held for a short time which Pearson broke as he turned and climbed into the saddle.
He looked down at her and touched the brim of his hat.
"Ma'am," he said with a smile. Then he turned his horse and rode out of town.
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Preparing Faculty to Respond to School Emergencies
In today's school security climate, many administrators assume that faculty and staff will intuitively respond appropriately to an emergency. However, this is not a wise assumption. When the pressure is on because of a viable threat, school employees need a clear set of guidelines to follow – and these guidelines should be implemented long before the emergency happens. This summer, school administrators can prepare for a potential emergency by taking the following three out-of-the-box approaches.
1. Train Them to Use Equipment
When new security equipment is installed, administrators are not the only ones who need to be trained in its use. Schools can hold an in-service day with faculty and staff that trains them on the way video surveillance systems, access control systems and alarms around the campus work. When equipment has been in place for years but is currently being upgraded, that is also a great time for staff to be trained. The knowledgeable technicians of your security integrator can assist with this training.
2. Hold Demo Days and Drill
Just as the students are trained to react via fire drills, faculty and staff can be trained to react to a security emergency via mock incidents that cover a variety of potential scenarios. During these drills, equipment that should be demoed includes the following: the mass notification system to rehearse how the lead will communicate to the campus during the emergency, the electronic locks to mimic a lockdown of the campus, and the alarm system to prepare for how the audible alarms will be used in a given emergency scenario. By understanding how the equipment will operate in an emergency, faculty can be more mentally prepared when seconds count.
3. Designate Points, Prepare to Train Students
Around the campus, there are places that can be official safe zones – for example, classrooms that can be designated as places for students to barricade themselves in the event of an emergency. These places should be communicated to faculty during summer security training, and this information can then be passed down to students once classes begin. Students should engage in drills as early as possible in the school year, so they can be aware of security protocols from the beginning of the school year on.
By getting serious about school security during the summer, campus faculty can be better prepared when it matters most. To speak with an experienced security integrator that can help, contact Security Instrument.
Security Instrument is a full-service, independently-owned integrator that offers numerous options to mitigate school emergencies in Delaware. We serve thousands of electronic security customers located throughout Delaware, MD, NJ & PA.
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Q: É possível converter este for loop para uma função da familia apply? df_loop <- data.frame(data1, data2, data3, 0)

for (i in 4:nrow(df_loop[1]))
{
    tmp_1 = df_loop[i,1]
    tmp_2 = df_loop[i,2]
    tmp_2_lag3 = df_loop[i-3,2]
    tmp_3 = df_loop[i,3]

    if (!is.na(tmp_2_lag3))
    {
        if((tmp_1 > tmp_2) & (tmp_2 > tmp_2_lag3) & (tmp_3 > 1.5))
        {
            df_loop[i,4] = 2
        }
        else
        {
            if((tmp_1 < tmp_2) & (tmp_2 < tmp_2_lag3) & (tmp_3 < -1.5))
            {
                df_loop[i,4] = 4
            }
            else
            {
                if (df_loop[i-1,4] == 2)
                {
                    df_loop[i,4] = 3
                }
                else
                {
                    if (df_loop[i-1,4] == 4)
                    {
                        df_loop[i,4] = 1
                    }
                    else
                    {
                        df_loop[i,4] = df_loop[i-1,4]
                    }
                }
            }
        }
    }
}

A: Será isso o que você queria? Me avise se funcionar pra você!
df_loop[,5:6] <- NA
df_loop[4:nrow(df_loop),5] <- df_loop[1:(nrow(df_loop)-3),2]
df_loop[2:nrow(df_loop),6] <- df_loop[1:(nrow(df_loop)-1),4]

apply(df_loop[4:nrow(df_loop),], 1, function(x){

  tmp_1 <- x[1]
  tmp_2 <- x[2]
  tmp_2_lag3 <- x[4]
  tmp_3 <- x[3]

  if(!is.na(tmp_2_lag3)){
    if( (tmp_1 > tmp_2) & (tmp_2  > tmp_2_lag3) & (tmp_3 > 1.5) ){
      x[4] <- 2
    } else if( (tmp_1 < tmp_2) & (tmp_2 < tmp_2_lag3) & (tmp_3 < -1.5)  ){
      x[4] <- 4
    } else if(x[6] == 2){
      x[4] <- 3
    } else if(x[6] == 4){
      x[4] <- 1
    } else x[4] <- x[6]
  }

})

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VUMC, UCSF win KidneyX award for implantable home dialysis system
Jul. 22, 2020, 11:01 AM
A $500,000 KidneyX prize has been awarded to The Kidney Project — a collaboration between Vanderbilt University Medical Center and University of California, San Francisco (UCSF) — for the development of an implantable dialysis system that would enable patients to safely and effectively treat kidney failure at home.
The proposed system, called iHemo, involves connecting an implanted hemofilter-like device to a patient's circulatory system within their abdomen, then using an external pump to infuse blood cleansing "dialysate" through the device to filter out blood toxins. This allows patients to perform frequent and prolonged treatments in a safe and simple manner at home.
William Fissell, MD, and colleagues are working to create an implantable bioartificial kidney. (photo by John Russell)
Hemodialysis is the current standard of care for more than half a million patients with kidney failure in the United States, and the number of Americans in need of dialysis increases every year. Three weekly visits to a dialysis center can extend a patient's life while they endure the long wait for rare kidney transplants, but the half-century-old technique is both inefficient and expensive, estimated to account for about 7% of Medicare's annual budget.
"Home dialysis has many advantages, but patients are put off by the equipment and the fear of needles and accidental bleeding," said William Fissell, MD, associate professor of Medicine in the Division of Nephrology at VUMC, who leads The Kidney Project alongside UCSF's Shuvo Roy, PhD.
"We're going to provide the ability for patients to perform their own dialysis sessions at home at their convenience according to their schedules. By eliminating the blood, needles and drain bags, we hope to get past the fear factor and reduce the footprint of the machinery."
KidneyX is a public-private partnership between the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services (HHS) and the American Society of Nephrology to "accelerate innovation in the prevention, diagnosis and treatment of kidney diseases." The Kidney Project team was among 15 winners of the KidneyX: Redesign Dialysis Phase 1 competition in 2019 and is now one of six winning teams in the competition's second phase.
In addition to the financial prize, the winning teams will work closely with leadership of the U.S. Food and Drug Administration, Medicare and HHS to accelerate the translation of their concept into a patient-ready device.
For the past decade, Fissell and Roy's collaboration has been working on a fully functional implantable bioartificial kidney with the goal of eliminating the need for dialysis altogether. The two-part device consists of the iHemo "hemofilter" and a "bioreactor" containing living kidney cells to perform other key kidney functions, such as maintaining blood pH and hydration.
The full artificial kidney is still some years away from being approved for clinical use, but the device's hemofilter component can be adapted into an implantable dialysis system for home use.
"Our ultimate goal continues to be the elimination of dialysis by developing a fully functional, implantable artificial kidney," said Roy. "By catalyzing the development of iHemo, the KidneyX prize will allow us to adapt our technology quickly for simple and safe dialysis treatment at home."
Since winning a KidneyX Phase 1 prize in 2019, the research team has developed a prototype device and shown that its advanced nanofabricated materials can effectively filter blood in healthy pigs for up to 30 days without producing blood clots.
The KidneyX Phase 2 prize will allow the team to scale up the device to handle the blood volume needed for a clinically useful device in human kidney patients and to demonstrate its ability to effectively treat pigs with kidney failure.
VUMC, UCSF win KidneyX award for home dialysis design
VUMC receives NIH grant to develop artificial kidney
Research effort seeks to improve home care for kidney failure patients
Implant one day may replace dialysis
Reporter Department of Medicine dialysis Division of Nephrology and Hypertension kidney kidney failure KidneyX Reporter July 24 2020 UCSF william fissell


The Pulsarpoint 800 range of liquid level float switches and accessories offer the user a wide selection of high integrity devices, designed for very reliable operation when controlling the level of non-potable water and sewage. Versions are available to provide alarm control and pump control. The units have all been designed for maximum durability and dependability, and are manufactured to the highest standards.
Mechanically activated designs are available. With units capable of switching operating currents from 5 to 13 Amps, pump up or pump down. The 800 series pump control switches have a wide angle operation to enable user adjustable pumping ranges from one pump switch. The 800 series alarm control switches have narrow angle operation to provide precise switch on and off points to activate pump control panels and alarms. The floats are manufactured from high impact and corrosion resistant PVC or polypropylene and are suitable for liquid temperatures up to 60ºC.
A specially designed seal bonds the cable into the float, preventing water ingress, whilst allowing flexibility and ensuring reliable operation. Pulsarpoint 800 series float switches have typical working life of over ½ million operations. Pipe clamp and cable weighted versions are available, as well as Single Pole Double Throw outputs for pump up or pump down operations from one switch.
A low cost mechanically activated pump switch designed for use in turbulent conditions. Controls pumps up to 10 Amps at 115V AC, 8 Amps at 230V AC. Pump up, pump down or SPDT versions. The float is 7cm dia x 12.3cm (2.76in dia x 4.84in) and is manufactured from high impact resistant polypropylene. Adjustable pumping range from 20cm to 91cm (7.87in to 2.99ft).
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A high performance, mechanically activated narrow angle control switch designed to accurately activate pump control panels and alarms. Switches currents of up to 5 Amps AC. Switch operating range typically ±4cm from horizontal. Pump up, pump down or SPDT versions are all available with pipe clamp or cable weight options. The float is 7.2cm dia x 8.7cm and is manufactured from high impact resistant polypropylene housing.
The Pulsar Signal Master SPDT can be wired to work in either normally open or normally closed applications. It is not sensitive to rotation.
A low cost, mechanically activated narrow angle control switch designed to accurately activate pump control panels and alarms. Switches currents of up to 5 Amps AC. Switch operating range typically ±4cm (±1.57in) from horizontal. Pump up, pump down or SPDT versions are all available with pipe clamp or cable weight options. The float is 7.2cm dia x 8.7cm (2.83in dia x 3.43in) and is manufactured from high impact resistant polypropylene housing.


Serco's Employment, Skills & Enterprise business has been selected by the Skills Funding Agency to deliver a new Skills Support for the Workforce (SSW) contract, providing training, to help upskill the workforce of small and medium-sized enterprises (SMEs) in Dorset and Somerset.
Serco works in partnership with the Local Enterprise Partnerships (LEPs) to provide IT, leadership and management training, as well as run vocationally-relevant courses targeting specific areas of improvement. The overall focus is to help support growth in a number of priority areas, helping to boost the wider, regional economies in Dorset and Somerset.
Serco delivers the programme through a network of local expert training providers to offer recognised accredited qualifications and bespoke training courses aiming to enhance employees' skills, increase the competitiveness of local businesses and boost the local economy. In Somerset, as part of our Heart of the South West Apprenticeship Service we also provide business support to enable employers to take advantage of apprenticeship opportunities that work for their business. This service aims to support people in employment to undertake an apprenticeship.
Because the programme is co-financed by the European Social Fund and the Skills Funding Agency, if eligible, employers can take advantage of skills training and apprenticeships for their employees with no added cost to their business.
Through SSW and Heart of the South West Apprenticeship Service, businesses can benefit from fully funded training, tailored to their specific needs. Businesses can select full qualifications or mix and match individual units that are directly relevant to their work. Previous SSW programme participants have benefited from increased employee confidence, motivation and productivity and improved employee loyalty and retention.
Download our leaflets to find out more about these opportunities in Dorset and Somerset and get in touch with Serco to check eligibility and to sign up.


McFarland PLLC is a Houston-based law firm recognized as an expert in the specialization of condemnation, eminent domain, and property rights law. Abel Design Group was charged with designing an unconventional law office—both minimalist and egalitarian. All offices were designed with the same footprint and furnishings. Glass office fronts allow natural light and the downtown views to be shared by all employees.
The most expansive view of downtown was reserved for the break room, the most communal space in the office. Eschewing traditional guest chairs, the firm opted instead to make the desks deeper and place a lounge chair and ottoman in the corner of each office. The McFarland signature red was infused throughout the space. The resulting office is a reflection of both the McFarland brand and personality.


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Project Spade: 348 People Arrested in International Child Porn Ring Bust …386 Children Have Been Rescued
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PROJECT SPADE BUSTS INTERNATIONAL CHILD PORN RING …
One of the largest commercial child pornography ring ever has been uncovered and busted in Canada. At last count, 348 people have been arrested in "Project Spade" (VIDEO) from over 50 countries and a reported 386 children have been rescued. As reported at Inside Toronto, police traced the internet connection to a Toronto man who was running an "exploitation" movie production and distribution company. "This company operated a website known as www.azovfilms.com where customers from around the world could place orders to have movies sent to them through the mail or through the internet. At the center of the child porn ring is 42 year old Brian Way. This low life, oh alleged low life, faces 24 charges of making, possessing, distributing, exporting and selling the explicit images of boys, ranging in ages from toddlers to teens.
In all because of the Project Spade investigation, 108 Canadians have been arrested, 50 in Ontario, of whom at least 20 have so far pleaded guilty to various charges. Another 76 Americans face charges. Internationally, another 164 are before the courts and many more are still under investigation.
They have also laid a charge of instructing a criminal organization, the first time this has been done in relation to a child pornography investigation. It is a charge more usually associated with gangs or organized crime.
"This case has really challenged people to reconsider what nudism and child modelling are," said Toronto police Detective-Constable Lisa Belanger, who led the investigation. "It's caused countries around the world to look at this material and ask whether it's OK for doctors, teachers, daycare providers and hockey coaches to be buying this kind of material. Countries from South Africa to Australia, Isle of Man to Hong Kong and Spain have all said it's not OK. I think it's going to have ripple effects everywhere."
CNN:
A three-year investigation into an exploitative Toronto-based film company has netted nearly 350 arrests and rescued more than 380 children from sexual abuse, police said Thursday.
Law enforcement from all over the world, primarily in Eastern Europe and the United States, worked with Toronto police since 2010 to arrest those who produced child pornography and those who purchased it.
The owner of the film company, Brian Way, has been in jail since 2011 awaiting trial, and the producers who made the illegal films have been convicted in their home countries, Toronto police Inspector Joanna Beaven-Desjardins said.
The investigation is ongoing and more arrests will be made, but authorities decided it was time to share with the public the scope of its operation, known as Project Spade.
Among the 348 people arrested in the international child sex abuse investigation were 40 teachers, six law enforcement personnel, nine pastors or priests and some doctors and nurses, Beaven-Desjardins said.
Throughout the investigation, 386 children have been rescued, she said, referring to their removal from situations where they were being abused.
UPDATE I: David Scott Engle, from Lake Lucerne, Washington, is believed to be the first US child sex offender officially identified as someone caught by investigators from Project Spade.
A youth baseball coach was exposed as a prolific pedophile in one of the world's biggest ever child porn busts, it can be revealed today.
David Scott Engle is believed to be the first American child sex offender officially identified as someone caught by investigators from Project Spade.
Last month MailOnline reported Engle, a divorce lawyer from Lake Lucerne in Washington, was sentenced to 25 years in prison after amassing thousands of child pornography images.
The 50-year-old will now stand trial on child rape charges after investigators found dozens of videos of him allegedly carrying out sickening sexual assaults on two boys.
UPDATE II: CTV – Two London men charged in Project Spade pornography investigation have court dates within a month.
David Rock, 52, charged with two counts of possessing child pornography and one count of accessing it, has a court date of Dec. 13 for a preliminary hearing.
William Allard, 38, has a court date of Nov. 29.
Anthony Ryckman, 42, pleaded guilty to one count each of possessing, making and accessing child pornography, and two counts of voyeurism.
Ryckman was sentenced to 23 months in jail and three years of probation. He has been ordered not to associate with anyone under 16 and given a DNA order and forfeiture order.
Ryckman will also be on the sex offender registry for life.
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DUBLIN, Ireland - Ireland's largest hotel operator, Dalata Group has revealed its latest project - a new 200-bedroom four star hotel that it has leased in the heart of Dublin's North Docks.
Dalata announced that it has entered into arrangements to lease a new hotel in the Dublin docklands, which will become part of the Spencer Place project.
Having commenced construction on the project, Dalata has now revealed details of the new hotel project that is set to open late next year.
According to Dalata, the new hotel will be located in the Dublin docklands and will comprise of 200 bedrooms and bar and restaurant facilities.
The hotel group said that it will operate the new hotel on a 35-year operating lease, subject to five year rental reviews.
The hotel will form part of a mixed-use development, the Spencer Place project, which will extend to over 1m sq ft.
Touting the location of its new project, Dalata said that the new hotel is within short walking distance of Dublin's Grand Canal Dock business center and is right next to the Dublin Convention Centre, the IFSC business district and 3arena music venue.
It said that it is expecting to open the new hotel in the fourth quarter of 2020, taking its total development pipeline to 9 hotels and a total of 2,300 rooms in Dublin and the U.K.
Dalata said in a statement, "Today's announcement brings the number of hotels in our development pipeline to 9 with over 2,300 rooms in Dublin and the U.K. We remain confident of announcing further new deals in 2019."
With the new hotel, Dalata will increase its reach in the docklands area up to four hotels.
It already operates the Clayton on Cardiff Lane, the Maldron Hotel on Pearse Street and the Gibson Hotel in the nearby docklands.
Commenting on the new project, Dermot Crowley, deputy chief executive of business development and finance with Dalata, said, "The hotel will be superbly located to benefit from the very significant investment taking place in the docks area. The Dublin hotel market as a whole continues to perform very well and we are pleased that we will be bringing another quality hotel to the city."