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The Silver Skull and Other Stories by Hapsburg Liebe

Seven Western stories by Hapsburg Liebe including the novelette, The Silver Skull. Hapsburg Liebe was the pseudonym of Charles Haven Liebe (1880-1957).

Desert Dust (1949) – Some Men They’re Born to Gamble

Strays (1943) – And Boot Hill was still Sacred Ground

Substitute For Six-Gun Magic (1942) – He was a skinny button. The range outfit he wore was all new and very cheap. His horse was bony, his saddle worthless. He did carry a good light gun, though-a Colt double-action .32 special

Sheriff o’ Sunday Creek (1935) – Sheriff Dan Emmert didn’t want his fishing trip interrupted by a hunt for a murderer-so he took the killer along!

The Saga of Calico Bill (1946) – A Skeleton, a Watch and a Gun—That’s All Jim Could Find of His “Wayward Old Pet Uncle!”

Anything Can Happen in Texas (1947) – Not a Trailer . . . Fact Is, I Hate Cow Thieves, So I Don’t Trail ‘Em

The Silver Skull (1945) – It didn’t cost Bill Callahan much to redeem that macabre cranium but he’d have to pay a hot-lead toll if he wanted to discover the secret it held


The Saga of Calico Bill

THE skeleton lay on its right side, and was half hidden in the eternally shifting desert sand.

The tall young cowboy bent low in his saddle for a closer look. One of the bones of the left arm, he noted, had been broken and set a little crookedly. His gaze began moving here and there over the immediate vicinity. He saw a few faded tatters of clothing, and a few pieces of leather that the desert sun had broiled out of all semblance to original shapes.

“Belt and boots,” he told himself. “I wonder if this could be old Calico Bill. Never heard anything about him havin’ a busted arm.”

But years had passed since he’d seen Bill Otway.

Of course, he could bury the skeleton. It wasn’t an easy task, digging the trench with his hands in the terrific heat, loose though the sand was. Half a foot under the surface he came upon a rusted old dragoon Colt six-shooter, with grips that were not alike. Then he found a big, open-faced silver watch, a watch that held great interest for him.

After he had pushed the sand back and smoothed it over, he straightened with his head bare and spoke solemnly into the thick desert silence:

“Trail’s end for you, pardner, Calico Bill or not. Rest here in God’s peace. . . .” Remembering then that his grubsack and canteens were very nearly empty: “Trail’s end for me, too, maybe, in a way.”

Excerpt From: Hapsburg Liebe. “The Silver Skull and Other Stories.”

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