Wolfville

She"s a female, an" onresponsible, for one thing; an" then, ag"in Dave"s a heap onlikely to stand any condemnations of his wife.

""She"s as good a woman as ever wears a moccasin," says Dave, while he"s recoverin" of his sperits at the Red Light bar.

"An" we-alls allows she sh.o.r.ely is; an" then everybody looks pensive an" sincere that a-way, so"s not to harrow Dave none an" make his burdens more.

""But whatever can I do to fetch her back to camp?" asks Dave, appealin" to Enright mighty wretched. "I goes plumb locoed if this yere keeps on."

""My notion is, we-alls better put Missis Rucker in to play the hand," says Enright. "Missis Rucker"s a female, an" is sh.o.r.ely due to know what kyards to draw. But this oughter be a lesson to you, Dave, not to go romancin" "round with strange women no more."

""It"s a forced play, I tells you," says Dave. "Them Injuns has us treed. It"s a case of fight or give up that she-towerist, so what was I to do?"

""Well," says Enright, some severe," you might at least have consulted with this yere towerist woman some. But you don"t. You simply gets a gun an" goes trackin" "round in her destinies, an"

shootin" up her prospects like you has a personal interest. You don"t know but she deplores the deal complete. Peets, an" me, an"

Boggs, an" all the rest of us is your friends, an" nacherally partial on your side. We-alls figgers you means well. But what I says is this: It ain"t no s"prisin" thing when Tucson Jennie, a- hearin" of them p.r.o.nounced attentions which you pays this towerist lady, is filled with grief. This shootin" up an Injun, cause he"s plannin" to wed this female some, is what I sh.o.r.ely calls p.r.o.nounced attentions. What do you think yourse"f, Peets?"

""Why! I readily concedes what Dave says," remarks Peets.

"Ondoubtedly he acts for the best as he sees it. But jest as you puts it: s"pose Dave ain"t hungerin" none for this towerist woman himse"f, the headlong way he goes after this yere Black Dog, settin"

of the war-jig the next sun-up, an" all without even sayin" "Let me look at your hand," to this female, jestifies them inferences of yours. Of course I don"t say--an" I don"t reckon none--Dave thinks of this old-maid maverick once; but, he sees himse"f, ht sh.o.r.e goes to war a heap precipitate an" onconsiderate, an" Tucson Jennie has ondoubted grounds to buck.

""Which, when you-alls puts it so cl"ar, I thinks so too," says Dave, who"s listenin" to Enright an" Peets a mighty sight dejected.

I But I ain"t been wedded long--ain"t more"n what you might call an amature husband. What you-alls oughter do now is he"p me to round her up. If Tucson Jennie"s a bunch of cattle, or a band of ponies as has stampeded, you"d be in the saddle too quick."

"Missis Rucker sh.o.r.e does all she knows to soften Tucson Jennie. She reminds her how in the old times, when Dave gets his chile con carne at the O. K. House, and the party from the States takes to reprovin"

of Missis Rucker about thar bein" nothin" but coffee an" beans to eat, Dave onlimbers his six-shooter an" goes to the front.

""The grub"s dealt down," says Dave, explainin" to this obnoxious tenderfoot, "till thar"s nothin" left in the box but beans, coffee, an" beans. It"s a cat-hop, but it can"t be he"ped none."

""Cat-hop or no cat-hop," says this tenderfoot, "I"m dead ag"in beans; an" you can gamble I ain"t out to devour no sech low veg"tables; none whatever."

""You jest thinks you don"t like beans," says Dave, an" with that he sorter dictates at the tenderfoot with his gun, an" the tenderfoot thar-upon lays for his frijoles like he"s actooally honin" tharfor.

""Which it all shows Dave"s got a good heart," says Missis Rucker to Tucson Jennie.

""That"s nothin" to do with his makin" love to the British woman,"

says Tucson Jennie, grittin" her teeth like she could eat the sights offen a six-shooter.

""He never makes no love to this yere woman," says Missis Rucker.

""When he ketches her flirtin" with that Injun," demands Tucson Jennie, "don"t Dave shoot him up a lot? What do you-all call makin"

love? He never downs no Injuns for me, an" I"m his lawful wife." An"

yere Missis Rucker allows, when she reports to Enright an" Dave an"

the rest of the outfit in the Red Light, Tucson Jennie weeps like her heart is sh.o.r.ely broke.

""Which the pore girl"s to be pitied," says Enright. "Dave," he goes on, turnin" to Tutt some fierce, "you don"t deserve no sech devotion as this."

""That"s whatever," says Dan Boggs, lookin" red an" truculent, "this yere Tucson Jennie"s a angel."

"But thar we be, up ag"inst it, an" not a man knows a thing to do to squar" the deal with Dave"s wife. We-alls, calls for drinks all "round, an" sets about an" delib"rates. At last Dave speaks up in a low-sperited way.

""I reckons she done jumps the game for good," he says. "But if she"s goin", I wants her to have a layout. If you-alls cares to go over to the New York Store, I allows I"ll play in a blue stack or two an" win her out some duds. I wants her to quit the deal ahead."

"So Dave sets out for the New York Store, an" the rest of us sorter straggles along. Thar"s nothin" gay about us. Dave gets a shawl an"

a dress; nothin" gaudy; it"s a plain red an" yaller. Missis Rucker packs "em over to Tucson Jennie an" gets that wrapped up in the deal she forgets utter to rustle us our grub.

"Which, it"s the onexpeeted as happens in Wolfville same as everywhere else. The minute Tucson Jennie sees the raiment, an"

realizes how Dave loves her, that settles it. Her heart melts right thar. She ain"t sayin" nothin"; jest ropes onto the dry-goods an"

starts sobbin" out for the "doby where she an" Dave lives at.

"Dave, when he observes this yere from "cross the street, shakes hands all "round, but don"t trust himse"f with no remarks. He gives our paws a squeeze like he knows he can rely on our friendship an"

hunts his way across to Tucson Jennie without a word.

""It"s all right about bein" yoothful an" light, that a-way," says Enright, after Dave pulls his freight, "but Tutt oughter remember yereafter, before he goes mixin" himse"f up with sech vain things as towerists an" Injuns an" British, that he"s a married man.""

CHAPTER VIII.

THE MAN FROM RED DOG.

"Let me try one of them thar seegyars."

It was the pleasant after-dinner hour, and I was on the veranda for a quiet smoke. The Old Cattleman had just thrown down his paper; the half-light of the waning sun was a bit too dim for his eyes of seventy years.

"Whenever I beholds a seegyar," said the old fellow, as he puffed voluminously at the principe I pa.s.sed over, "I thinks of what that witness says in the murder trial at Socorro.

""What was you-all doin" in camp yourse"f," asks the jedge of this yere witness, "the day of the killin"?"

""Which," says the witness, oncrossin" his laigs an" lettin" on he ain"t made bashful an" oneasy by so much attentions bein" shown hire, "which I was a-eatin" of a few sardines, a-drinkin" of a few drinks of whiskey, a-smokin" of a few seegyars, an" a-romancin"

"round.""

After this abrupt, not to say ambiguous reminiscence, the Old Cattleman puffed contentedly a moment.

"What murder trial was this you speak of?" I asked. "Who had been killed?"

"Now I don"t reckon I ever does know who it is gets downed," he replied. "This yere murder trial itse"f is news to me complete. They was waggin" along with it when I trails into Socorro that time, an"

I merely sa"nters over to the co"t that a-way to hear what"s goin"

on. The jedge is sorter gettin" in on the play while I"m listenin".

""What was the last words of this yere gent who"s killed?" asks the jedge of this witness.

""As nearly as I keeps tabs, jedge," says the witness, "the dyin"

statement of this person is: "Four aces to beat.""

""Which if deceased had knowed Socorro like I does," says the jedge, like he"s commentin" to himse"f, "he"d sh.o.r.ely realized that sech remarks is simply sooicidal.""

Again the Old Cattleman relapsed into silence and the smoke of the principe.