a book, two Greasers an" a half blood Injun was playin" poker with an old bunch o" whiskers "at wasn"t a ridin" man at all while the cook had turned in without washin" the dishes.
"If anybody"s at home," sez I, "I"d like to ask permission to set down an" rest."
"Why, certainly, make yourself at home," sez the fair hair. The balance o" the bunch only give me the side eye.
"Would you need any more help?" I asked, most respectful.
"No, thank you," sez the young feller, "I think we"ll make it all right."
"You have a nice bunch here," sez I, "an" I thought perhaps you might want to get "em to market in good shape. I am referrin" to the cows"--I continued, kind o" takin" the cover off my voice.
"We expect to get them to market in good shape," sez the fair-hair, uncoilin" his dignity. I rolled a cigarette.
"What makes you think we won"t get them to market in good shape?" sez he.
""Cause your cook"s got a sour temper, an" the" ain"t no one bossin"
the job--"at knows how," sez I, mild an" open-faced, an" lookin" into the fire. The fair-hair straightens up with a snort, while the pot-openers begin to cuss sort o" growly.
"Where are you from an" how long have you been making my business your own?" asked the fair-hair.
"Oh, I come from up no"th a ways; but I ain"t ever made your business mine. I never saw your outfit until twenty minutes ago--but I"ve seen other outfits."
"Can you handle cattle?" sez he.
"Yes," sez I--"and men."
"Well, I think you can join us," sez he, kind o" slow. "The cattle don"t seem to be as gentle as they did when we started. I think it is because we are short handed and have to be a little too rough with them." I didn"t answer.
"Well, do you want the job?" sez he.
"Who"s the foreman?" sez I.
"I am in charge," he answers stiff like.
"You"re the owner, I know, but who"s in charge o" the men?"
"I take full supervision," sez he.
"I don"t want the job," sez I.
"All right," he snaps, "I don"t recall havin" sent for you."
"No offense," sez I, "but up my way it"s generally polite to inquire about the appet.i.te. If any one was to ask me, I"d say I was hungry. If any one was to urge me, I"d be obliged to meet up with a little food."
I looked him gently in the eyes. He dropped his an" looked put out.
"Tell you the truth, I"m havin" a dog"s time of it with my cook. He"s gone to bed an" I don"t think there"s a thing to eat."
"What"ll the night riders do?" I asked.
"Oh, they"ll raise Cain as usual, but that"s all the good it"ll do "em."
"That ain"t all they"ll do," sez I. "Chances are they"ll take it out on the cattle, an" they may--they may even go so far as to get the cattle to cut up until the day shift has to turn out an" help quiet "em."
"Is that the reason?" he asked, his face lightin" up.
"I don"t know for sure, but that"s my first guess," sez I.
He looked down at his feet an" I looked him over. He was a nice lookin", well built boy, but he was up against it for about the first time, an" I saw his finish. "I would take the job o" foreman," I sez.
"I hire you--ten a month advance over regular wages, an" you to begin to-morrow."
"No," sez I, "me to begin to-night--with supper."
"All right," sez he, laughin", "help yourself."
I walked over to the cook wagon, as I hit the shadow I loosened my guns, an" the very minute they slipped in their holsters my lone-sickness rolled off like a cloud an" the hurtin" melted out o" my inwards. They was somethin" rolled up in a Navajo under the cook wagon an" I sized it up. It appeared to be seven feet long, but I kicked it in the ribs. Things began to happen at once. A huge creature of a man slid out on the opposite side of the cook wagon, an" when he came around the tail of it he was holdin" a bear gun so it would explode without much ceremony. He was usin" some language an" his speed was a thing to covet; but I just stood with my back to the fire, waitin"
until I could get a chance to introduce myself. He was in the light, an" he was enough to make a man reform. n.i.g.g.e.r, Greaser, Injun--oh, he was the hardest lookin" specimen I had ever seen, an" the think that occurred to me was that some time a woman had rocked him to sleep an"--kissed him. That"s the queer thing about me. My face don"t change, but I never got into a mess in my life without some outlandish, foreign idea poppin" into my head an" tryin" to hog my attention.
My attention wasn"t much required just at that moment anyhow. He held the bear gun loose in his hand an" swore on like the roar of a mountain torrent. Once I glanced over my shoulder an" saw a pained look on the fair-hair"s face, while the ante-up bunch was grinning wickedly an"
waitin" for my finish. Me lookin" younger an" easier at that time than I really was, proved a big thing in my favor. Well, as soon as the mongrel cook had cussed himself clean an" dry, he yells at me, "Who in the h.e.l.l are you an" what in the h.e.l.l do you want?"
"I"m the new foreman," sez I in a school-girl voice, "an" I want my supper."
He wasn"t prepared for it an" dropped his gun to his side while he began to narrate false an" profane eulogies about my breedin" an" past history. He took a few steps toward me so as I wouldn"t lose none of his remarks, an" all of a sudden I swung half around an" kicked him in the jaw with my heel, which was a trick I had learned from a French sailor. It took me forty-five minutes to come to, after I received my first an" only lesson, an" I wasted a full year huntin" for that sailor. Any time durin" the first six months I"d have ventilated him completely, but after that I wanted to thank him, "cause I had learned an" tried the trick by that time, an" it was worth all it cost.
But this cook was no wax figger, an" he only lay quiet a moment before he began to roll around an" groan. I picked up a neck yoke what was handy, an" I went for him. I hit him in the b.u.t.t o" the ear an" on the back o" the neck an" in the center o" the forehead--I tried him out in all the most stylish places, until finally he dozed off.
"Bring me a lantern--you man with the whiskers," I called out.
He riz to his feet like a machine. "It ain"t filled," he said.
"I don"t know much about fillin" LANTERNS," I remarked to him kindly, "but I have had some experience in fillin" other things. Bring me the lantern, filled an" lighted--and don"t keep me waitin"."
I then noticed two fellers a hoss back. "Do you belong to this outfit?"
sez I.
"Yes, we"re the night riders," answered one o" "em stickin" up his hands, which plan seemed good to the other one also.
"What are you doin" here this time o" the evenin"?" I asked "em.
"We heard the racket an" we--we thought something was wrong, an" we--we came in to see--"
"That"s all right," sez I, "I"m the new foreman. You don"t need to put your hands up every time we meet, but I want you to understand right now that I don"t want those cows pestered any more. This outfit is going to run smoother from this on, an" as soon as the cook feels better he is going to cook my supper. I"ll see that there is plenty o"
coffee for your midnight lunch, an" I want you to enjoy yourselves--but I don"t stand for no nonsense."
I made a motion with my eye an" they rode back to the herd, an" by that time the lantern had arrived, an" I poked around in the cook"s belongings an" confiscated two shootin" irons an" a wicked Mexican knife. Then I threw a bucket o" water in his face an" he came out of it.
"How do you feel?" I asked him.