""That I don"t believe in marryin" "em," says Texas, expoundin" his p"sition concernin" ladies in answer to Boggs who claims he"s inconsistent, "don"t mean I wants "em killed. But you never was no logician, Dan."
"Cherokee"s the only gent who"s inclined to softer att.i.toodes, an"
that leeniency is born primar"ly of the inflooence of Nell. Nell is plumb romantic, an" when she hears how the Turkey Track"s been enfiladin" at the Mockin" Bird only because he loves her, while she don"t reely know what she does want done with that impossible cow-puncher, she sh.o.r.e don"t want him hanged.
""It"s sech a interestin" story!" says Nell, an" then capers across to Missis Rucker an" Tucson Jennie to c"llect their feelin"s.
"Moore brings in Turkey Track.
""Be you-all tryin" to blink out this yere young lady?" asks Enright, "or is that gun play in the way of applause?"
""It"s love," protests Turkey Track, his voice chokin"; "it"s simply a cry from the soul. I learns to love her that day on the buckboard while I"m lookin" at her red ha"r, red bein" my winnin" color. Gents, you-all won"t credit it none, but jest the same them auburn tresses gets wropped about my heart."
""Whatever do you make of it, Doc?" whispers Enright.
""This boy," returns Peets, "has got himse"f too much on his own mind.
He"s sufferin" from what the books calls exaggerated ego."
""That"s one way of bein" locoed, ain"t it?"
""Sh.o.r.e. But him bein" twisted mental ain"t no reason for not adornin"
the windmill with his remains. The only public good a hangin" does is to scare folks up a lot, an" you can scare a loonatic quite as quick an" quite as hard as a gent whose intellects is plumb."
""Thar she stands," Turkey Track breaks in ag"in, not waitin" for no questions, "an" me as far below her as stingin" lizards is from stars!
Then, ag"in, when folks down in front is a"plaudin" her, she wavin"
at "em meanwhile the gracious smile, it makes me jealous. Gents, I don"t plan nothin", but the first I knows I lugs out the old .45 an"
onhooks it."
"The Mockin" Bird has come over from the O. K. House with Nell, Missis Rucker an" Tucson Jennie. As she hears Turkey Track"s confession two drops shows in her eyes like diamonds. Clutchin" hold of Nell, an"
with Missis Rucker an" Tucson Jennie flockin" along in the r"ar, she rushes out the front door.
"This manoover leaves us some upset, ontil Nell returns to explain.
""She"s overcome by them disclosures," says Nell, "an" goes outside to blush."
""The ontoward breaks of that songstress," observes Enright oneasily, "has a tendency to confoose the issue, an" put this committee in the hole."
""Thar"s nothin" confoosin" about it, Sam Enright." It"s Missis Rucker who breaks out high an" threatenin", she havin" come back with Nell.
"This yere Mockin" Bird girl"s in love with that gun-playin" cowboy, an" it"s only now she finds it out. Do you-all murderers still insist on hangin" this yere boy, or be you willin" to see "em wed an" live happy ever after?"
""Let"s rope up a divine some"ers," exclaims Boggs, "an" have "em married. If that Mockin" Bird girl wants Turkey Track she shall sh.o.r.e have him. I"d give her his empty head on a charger, if she asks it, same as that party in holy writ, she singin" "Suwannee River" like she does."
"Cherokee, who"s more or less rooled by Nell, thinks a weddin" the proper step, an" Tutt, who sees somethin" in Tucson Jennie"s eye, declar"s himse"f some hasty.
"Even Texas backs the play.
""But make no mistake," says Texas; "I insists on wedlock over lynchin" only because it"s worse."
""Which it"s as well, Sam Enright," observes Missis Rucker, blowin"
through her nose mighty warlike, "that you an" your marauders has sense enough to see your way through to that deecision. Which if you"d failed, I"d have took this Turkey Track boy away from you-all with my own hands. This Vig"lance Committee needn"t think it"s goin" to do as it pleases "round yere--hangin" folks for bein" in love, an" closin"
its y"ears to the moans of a bleedin" heart."
""My dear ma"am," says Enright, his manner mollifyin"; "I sees nothin"
to discuss. The committee surrenders this culprit into the hands of you-all ladies, an" what more is thar to say?"
""Thar"s this more to say," an" Missis Rucker"s that earnest her mouth snaps like a trap. "You an" your gang, settin" round like a pa.s.sel of badgers, don"t want to get it into your heads that you"re goin" to run rough-shod over me. When I gets ready to have my way in this outfit, the prairie dog that stands in my path"ll sh.o.r.e wish he"d never been born."
"Enright don"t say nothin" back, an" the balance of us maintainin" a dignified silence, Missis Rucker, after a look all "round, withdraws, takin" with her Tucson Jennie an" Nell, Turkey Track in their midst.
""Gents," observes Enright, when they"re sh.o.r.e departed, an" speakin"
up deecisive, "ways must be deevised to "liminate the feminine element from these yere meetin"s. I says this before, but the idee don"t seem to take no root. Thar"s nothin" lovelier than woman, but by virchoo of her symp"thies she"s oncap"ble of exact jestice. Her feelin"s lead her, an" her heart"s above her head. For which reasons, while I wouldn"t favor nothin" so ondignified as hidin" out, I s"ggests that we be yereafter more circ.u.mspect, not to say surrept.i.tious, in our deelib"rations."
"Sh.o.r.e, they"re married. The cer"mony comes off in the O. K. House, an" folks flocks in from as far away as Deming.
""If you was a chemist, Sam," says Peets, tryin" to eloocidate what happens when the Mockin" Bird learns she"s heart-hungry that a-way for Turkey Track, "you"d onderstand. It"s as though her love"s held in s"lootion, an" the jar of Turkey Track"s gun preecip"tates it."
""Mebby so," returns Enright; "but as a play, this thing"s got me facin" back"ards. Thar"s many schemes to win a lady, but this yere"s the earliest instance when a gent shoots his way into her arms."
""Well," returns Peets, "you know the old adage--to which of course thar"s exceptions." Yere he glances over at Missis Rucker. "It runs:
"A woman, a spaniel an" a walnut tree, The more you beat "em the better they be."
"Boggs has been congratchoolatin" Turkey Track, an" kissin" the bride.
Texas, as somber as a spade flush, draws Boggs into a corner.
""That Turkey Track," says Texas, "considers this a whipsaw. He misses hangin", an" he gets the lady. He feels like he wins both ways. Wait!
Dan, it won"t be two years when he"ll discover that, compar"d to marriage, hangin" that a-way ain"t nothin" more"n a technical"ty.""
VI
THAT WOLFVILLE-RED DOG FOURTH
"By nacher I"m a patriot, cradle born and cradle bred; my Americanism, second to none except that of wolves an" rattlesnakes an" Injuns an"
sim"lar cattle, comes in the front door an" down the middle aisle; an"
yet, son, I"m free to reemark that thar"s one day in the year, an"
sometimes two, when I sh.o.r.e reegrets our independence, an" wishes thar had been no Yorktown an" never no Bunker Hill."
The old cattleman tasted his gla.s.s with an air weary to the borders of dejection; after which he took a pathetic puff at his pipe. I knew what had gone wrong. This was the Fifth of July. We had just survived a Fourth of unusual explosiveness, and the row and racket thereof had worn threadbare the old gentleman"s nerves.
"Yes, sir," he continued, shoving a "possum-colored lock back from his brow, "as I suffers through one of them calamities miscalled cel"brations, endoorin" the slang-whangin" of the orators an" bracin"
myse"f ag"inst the slam-bangin" of the guns, to say nothin" of the firecrackers an" kindred Chinese contraptions, I a"preeciates the feelin"s of that Horace Walpole person Colonel Sterett quotes in his _Daily Coyote_ as sayin", "I could love my country, if it ain"t for my countrymen."
"Still, comin" down to the turn, I reckon it merely means, when all is in, that I"m gettin" too plumb old for comfort. It"s five years now since I dare look in the gla.s.s, for fear I"d be tempted to count the annyooal wrinkles on my horns.
"It"s mighty queer about folks. Speakin" of cel"brations, for thousands of years the only way folks has of expressin" any feelin" of commoonal joy, that a-way, is to cut loose in limitless an" onmeanin"