Ken Campbell
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601 appearances
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first heard Jul 2026
last heard 21 Jul
Ken Campbell’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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had Hay said, hopefully the print of that pivoting lump of leather.
That gives no clue of the where, answered Blake.
Our men often sell their new boots or give their old ones to these hangar ons about the post.
So far as I am concerned, the care of which the print had been erased is proof to me that the major saw just what he said.
Somebody about Hayes place was mighty anxious to cover his tracks.
But a dozen somebodies, besides the stableman, hung there at all hours of the day, infesting the broad veranda and bar room and stores, striving to barter the skin of a coyote skunk or beaver, or, when they had nothing to sell, pleading for an unearned drink.
Half a dozen of these furtive, beetle browed, swathy sons of the prairie lounged there now, as the elder officers and the trader returned, and
while Blake went on his way exploring.
With downcast eyes he followed the road to and across a sandy water course in the low ground, and there, in two or three places, found the fresh imprint of that same barshoe, just as described by Webb.
Then with long, swift strides, he came stalking up the hill again, passing the watchful eyes about the corral without a stop,
and only checking speed as he neared the homestead of the Hays, where once again he became engrossed in studying the road and the hard pathway at the side.
Something that he saw or fancied that he saw, perhaps a dozen yards from the trader's gate, induced him to stop, scrutinize, turn, and with searching eyes, to cross diagonally the road in the direction of the stables, then again to retrace his steps and return to the eastward side.
Just as he concluded his search and once more went briskly on his way, a blithe voice hailed him from an upper window.
and the radiant face and gleaming white teeth of Nanat Flower appeared between the opening blinds.
One might have said he expected both the sight and question.
Lost anything, Captain Blake?
Uh nothing but a little time, Miss Flower, was the prompt reply, as without a pause the tall captain, raising his forge cap, pushed swiftly on.
But I found something, muttered he to himself, between his set teeth, and within five minutes more was again closeted with the post commander.
You saw it?
asked Webb.
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