Bad News for Bad Men E-Book

Max Brand

• Herausgeber: Ktoczyta.pl
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

Western. „Bad News for Bad Men” is just that for the Burwell clan when Jimmy Jones arrives in town to take over the Jasper Journal. Jones’s uncle has given him the small-town newspaper because Jimmy’s life so far has been divided into two equal halves: In the first twelve years you were a small child and a schoolboy. In the last twelve years you have tried to raise hell continually. Now, instead of being called a gunfighter, Jimmy can be called an editor. His uncle warns Jimmy that there is no news in Jasper except bad news, so Jimmy should be right at home. Notwithstanding, the rival newspaper prints only good news. Jimmy changes that from the start by stating that an act of heroism was actually a murder and that the Jasper Journal will tell readers how it happened and who committed it. The collection includes also 2 novels „The Lion’s Share” and „The Red Well”.

Leseprobe

Contents

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER IV

CHAPTER V

CHAPTER VI

CHAPTER VII

CHAPTER VIII

CHAPTER IX

CHAPTER X

CHAPTER XI

CHAPTER I

THE letter to Jimmy Jones was succinct, though strange. It came from his uncle, Oliver T. Jones. It said:

Dear Jimmy:

You have often wondered why I have been so damned stingy. That answer is–because you have been so damned mean. I have always been rich, but the richest thing in my life was not having a son and heir like you. You still are not my son, thank heaven, but the lawyers tell me that you are likely to be my heir unless I give away all my money before I die.

That’s the chief reason I want to give you something now. It isn’t anything very good or else I wouldn’t want to give it to you now, or any time. But I think it might make trouble for you, and since you have made so much trouble for everybody else, it seems only right that some of the gift should be returned.

You are twenty-four years old, and your life has been divided into two exact halves. In the first twelve years you were a small child and a schoolboy. In the last twelve years you have tried to raise hell continually.

You have raised it.

You could raise deep-rooted hell on a sand-lot or a Sunday picnic. You could make it bloom in a church. You could turn a picnic into a dogfight.

If you think I’m wrong, ask any of your friends who you have not shot and see if they don’t agree with me.

For twelve years you have done what you pleased at home.

For the next twelve years you have wiped your feet on the face of the world.

But there is one thing that you cannot do.

What is it? Why, Jimmy, it is an attractive proposition. Think of owning a whole newspaper for yourself. In the newspaper you, as editor, can say what you think of the people you don’t like. You can tell any sort of a lie that pleases you. You can be called an editor, instead of a gunfighter. You never can call the world all the things that the world has called you, but you can make some pretty hot returns.

A newspaper, Jimmy. In the town of Jasper. The Jasper Journal. The lot it stands on is paid for. The building it is in is paid for. It has a fine little modern press of the latest design. It doesn’t owe a cent in the world. It has a stock of blank paper waiting for ink. It has the ink to do the printing. As a reporter it already has one of the most natural free-hand liars that ever beat a typewriter.

Therefore I think that it has everything a newspaper could wish. Except circulation.

All the circulation, all the advertising in this damned town belongs to the Jasper Bugle.

I have tried my hands at running the Jasper “Journal” until my hands ache to the shoulders. At last I have thought of giving the paper to you.

Why? Because I thought of the euphony, having for editor of the Jasper “Journal” a man named Jimmy Jones. Jimmy Jones of the Jasper “Journal.” That sounds good to me.

Also, the worst thing I can wish on the town of Jasper is Jimmy Jones. If I thought yellow fever was worse, I would send it, but I know that yellow fever is nothing compared to catching Jimmy. Catching smallpox is practically a pleasure compared to catching Jimmy.

So come on, my lad. Every dollar you make out of editing this sheet during the first year I will cheerfully double. If you can sell this paper, I’ll double every dollar you get for it above $5,000.

It is a gift. It is more than a gift. It is a dare and a challenge. And when did Jimmy Jones ever take a dare?

I am going away to take a long rest.

Affectionately yours,

Uncle Oliver

P.S. There is no news in Jasper except bad news. Therefore you ought to be quite at home.

WHEN Jimmy received this letter, he paused in the midst of a stud poker game to read it. He had lost everything in that game except his golden spurs. But he returned to the game, staked his spurs, and an hour later had the price of a horse that carried him to the town of Jasper.

Jimmy Jones was a very bland young man with the gentlest voice that was ever heard. He was neither very tall nor very broad; he spoke perfect English most of the time, and his smile was a thing that caused mothers to trust him perfectly. Above all, he had the most beautiful blue eyes that ever were seen, though occasionally that blue became just a trifle too pale and bright.

He arrived with a horse and pair of.45-caliber single-action Colts, in the middle of an afternoon so hot that it caused the shingles to curl on the roofs. His guns were loaded and he had $5 in his pockets; therefore, he felt quite complete. When he looked at the hot hollow of the hills in which the town of Jasper was located, his heart did not sink, because a town of five thousand was quite a place compared with some of the cities in which he had been spending his time.

It was not hard to find the Journal building on the main street. When he entered the editorial rooms, he saw a tall, thin, sad-looking man of middle age chewing a bad cigar and beating a typewriter with his forefingers only.

“Hello,” said Jimmy. “Are you the editor?”

“Yes,” said the other over his shoulder. “And the office boy, janitor, reporter, and lucky piece of the Jasper Journal.”

“Well,” said Jimmy, “you’re only the lucky piece, reporter, janitor, and office boy now.”

“You must be Jimmy Jones,” said the tall man. “My name is Joe Parson. I’m glad you came, because I’m about to...”

“Wait a minute,” said Jimmy. “Tell me that at a bar.”