Wolfville

"How did the trial come out?" I queried. "Was the accused found guilty?"

"Which the trial itse"f," he replied, "don"t come out. Thar"s a pa.s.sel of the boys who"s come into town to see that jestice is done, an" bein" the round-up is goin" for"ard at the time, they nacherally feels hurried an" pressed for leesure. Theyalls oughter be back on the range with their cattle. So the fifth day, when things is loiterin" along at the trial till it looks like the law has hobbles on, an" the word goes round it"s goin" to be a week yet before the jury gets action on this miscreant who"s bein" tried, the boys becomes plumb aggravated an" wearied out that a-way; an", kickin" in the door of the calaboose, they searches out the felon, swings him to a cottonwood not otherwise engaged, an" the right prevails.

Nacherally the trial bogs down right thar."

After another season of silence and smoke, the Old Cattleman struck in again.

"Speakn" of killin"s, while I"m the last gent to go fosterin" idees of bloodshed, I"m some discouraged jest now by what I"ve been readin" in that paper about a dooel between some Eytalians, an" it sh.o.r.ely tries me the way them aliens plays hoss. It"s obvious as stars on a cl"ar night, they never means fight a little bit. I abhors dooels, an" cowers from the mere idee. But, after all, business is business, an" when folks fights "em the objects of the meetin" oughter be blood. But the way these yere European shorthorns fixes it, a gent sh.o.r.ely runs a heap more resk of becomin" a angel abrupt, attendin" of a Texas cake-walk in a purely social way.

"Do they ever fight dooels in the West? Why, yes--some. My mem"ry comes a-canterin" up right now with the details of an encounter I once beholds in Wolfville. Thar ain"t no time much throwed away with a dooel in the Southwest. The people"s mighty extemporaneous, an"

don"t go browsin" "round none sendin" challenges in writin", an"

that sort of flapdoodle. When a gent notices the signs a-gettin"

about right for him to go on the war-path, he picks out his meat, surges up, an" declar"s himse"f. The victim, who is most likely a mighty serious an" experienced person, don"t copper the play by makin" vain remarks, but brings his gatlin" into play surprisin".

Next it"s bang! bang! bang! mixed up with flashes an" white smoke, an" the dooel is over complete. The gent who still adorns our midst takes a drink on the house, while St. Peter onbars things a lot an"

arranges gate an" seat checks with the other in the realms of light.

That"s all thar is to it. The tide of life ag"in flows onward to the eternal sea, an" nary ripple.

"Oh, this yere Wolfville dooel! "Well, it"s this a-way. The day is blazin" hot, an" business layin" p.r.o.ne an" dead--jest blistered to death. A pa.s.sel of us is sorter pervadin" "round the dance-hall, it bein" the biggest an" coolest store in camp. A monte game is strugglin" for breath in a feeble, fitful way in the corner, an"

some of us is a-watchin"; an" some a-settin" "round loose a- thinkin"; but all keepin" mum an" still, "cause it"s so hot.

"Jest then some gent on a hoss goes whoopin" up the street a-yellin"

an" a-whirlin" the loop of his rope, an" allowin" generally he"s havin" a mighty good time.

""Who"s this yere toomultuous man on the hoss?" says Enright, a- regardin" of him in a displeased way from the door.

""I meets him up the street a minute back," says Dan Boggs, "an" he allows he"s called "The Man from Red Dog." He says he"s took a day off to visit us, an" aims to lay waste the camp some before he goes back."

"About then the Red Dog man notes old Santa Rosa, who keeps the Mexican baile hall, an" his old woman, Marie, a-fussin" with each other in front of the New York Store. They"s locked horns over a drink or somethin", an" is pow-wowin" mighty onamiable.

""Whatever does this yere Mexican fam"ly mean," says the Red Dog man, a-surveyin" of "em plenty scornful, "a-draggin" of their domestic brawls out yere to offend a sufferin" public for? Whyever don"t they stay in their wickeyup an" fight, an" not take to puttin"

it all over the American race which ain"t in the play none an" don"t thirst tharfor? However, I unites an" reeconciles this divided household easy."

"With this the Red Dog man drops the loop of his lariat "round the two contestants an" jumps his bronco up the street like it"s come outen a gun. Of course Santa Rosa an" Marie goes along on their heads permiscus.

"They goes coastin" along ontil they gets pulled into a mesquite- bush, an" the rope slips offen the saddle, an" thar they be. We-alls goes over from the dance-hall, extricatin" of "em, an" final they rounds up mighty hapless an" weak, an" can only walk. They sh.o.r.ely lose enough hide to make a pair of leggin"s.

""Which I brings "em together like twins," says the Red Dog man, ridin" back for his rope. "I offers two to one, no limit, they don"t fight none whatever for a month."

"Which, as it sh.o.r.ely looks like he"s right, no one takes him. So the Red Dog man leaves his bluff a-hangin" an" goes into the dance- hall, a-givin" of it out cold an" clammy he meditates libatin".

""All promenade to the bar," yells the Red Dog man as he goes in.

"I"m a wolf, an" it"s my night to howl. Don"t "rouse me, barkeep, with the sight of merely one bottle; set "em all up. I"m some fastidious about my fire-water an" likes a chance to select."

"Well, we-alls takes our inspiration, an" the Red Dog man tucks his onder his belt an" then turns round to Enright.

""I takes it you"re the old he-c.o.o.n of this yere outfit?" says the Red Dog man, soopercillious-like.

""Which, if I ain"t," says Enright, "it"s plenty safe as a play to let your wisdom flow this a-way till the he-c.o.o.n gets yere."

""If thar"s anythin"," says the Red Dog man, "I turns from sick, it"s voylence an" deevastation. But I hears sech complaints constant of this yere camp of Wolfville, I takes my first idle day to ride over an" line things up. Now yere I be, an" while I regrets it, I finds you-alls is a lawless, onregenerate set, a heap sight worse than roomer. I now takes the notion--for I sees no other trail--that by next drink time I climbs into the saddle, throws my rope "round this den of sin, an" removes it from the map."

""Nacherally," says Enright, some sarcastic, "in makin" them schemes you ain"t lookin" for no trouble whatever with a band of tarrapins like us."

""None whatever," says the Red Dog man, mighty confident. "In thirty minutes I distributes this yere hamlet "round in the landscape same as them Greasers; which feat becomin" hist"ry, I then canters back to Red Dog."

""Well," says Enright, "it"s plenty p"lite to let us know what"s comin" this a-way."

""Oh! I ain"t tellin" you none," says the Red Dog man, "I simply lets fly this hint, so any of you-alls as has got bric-a-brac he values speshul, he takes warnin" some an" packs it off all safe."

"It"s about then when Cherokee Hall, who"s lookin" on, shoulders in between Enright an" the Red Dog man, mighty positive. Cherokee is a heap sot in his idees, an" I sees right off he"s took a notion ag"in the Red Dog man.

""As you"ve got a lot of work cut out," says Cherokee, eyein" the Red Dog man malignant, "s"pose we tips the canteen ag"in."

""I sh.o.r.ely goes you," says the Red Dog man. "I drinks with friend, an" I drinks with foe; with the pard of my bosom an" the shudderin"

victim of my wrath all sim"lar."

"Cherokee turns out a big drink an" stands a-holdin" of it in his hand. I wants to say right yere, this Cherokee"s plenty guileful.

""You was namin"," says Cherokee, "some public improvements you aims to make; sech as movin" this yere camp "round some, I believes?"

""That"s whatever," says the Red Dog man, "an" the holycaust I "nitiates is due to start in fifteen minutes."

""I"ve been figgerin" on you," says Cherokee, "an" I gives you the result in strict confidence without holdin" out a kyard. When you- all talks of tearin" up Wolfville, you"re a liar an" a hoss-thief, an" you ain"t goin" to tear up nothin"."

""What"s this I hears!" yells the frenzied Red Dog man, reachin" for his gun.

"But he never gets it, for the same second Cherokee spills the gla.s.s of whiskey straight in his eyes, an" the next he"s anguished an"

blind as a mole.

""I"ll fool this yere human simoon up a lot," says Cherokee, a- hurlin" of the Red Dog man to the floor, face down, while his nine- inch bowie shines in his hand like the sting of a wasp. "I sh.o.r.e fixes him so he can"t get a job clerkin" in a store," an" grabbin"

the Red Dog man"s ha"r, which is long as the mane of a pony, he slashes it off close in one motion.

""Thar"s a fringe for your leggin"s, Nell," remarks Cherokee, a- turnin" of the crop over to Faro Nell. "Now, Doc," Cherokee goes on to Doc Peets, "take this yere Red Dog stranger over to the Red Light, fix his eyes all right, an" then tell him, if he thinks he needs blood in this, to take his Winchester an" go north in the middle of the street. In twenty minutes by the watch I steps outen the dance-hall door a-lookin" for him. P"int him to the door all fair an" squar". I don"t aim to play nothin" low on this yere gent.

He gets a chance for his ante."

"Doc Peets sorter accoomilates the Red Dog man, who is cussin" an"

carryin" on scand"lous, an" leads him over to the Red Light. In a minute word comes to Cherokee as his eyes is roundin" up all proper, an" that he"s makin" war-medicine an" is growin" more hostile constant, an" to heel himse"f. At that Cherokee, mighty ca"m, sends out for Jack Moore"s Winchester, which is an "eight-squar"," latest model.

""Oh, Cherokee!" says Faro Nell, beginnin" to cry, an" curlin" her arms "round his neck. "I"m "fraid he"s goin" to down you. Ain"t thar no way to fix it? Can"t Dan yere settle with this Red Dog man?"

""Cert," says Dan Boggs, "an" I makes the trip too gleeful. Jest to spar" Nell"s feelin"s, Cherokee, an" not to interfere with no gent"s little game, I takes your hand an" plays it."

""Not none," says Cherokee; "this is my deal. Don"t cry, Nellie," he adds, smoothin" down her yaller ha"r. "Folks in my business has to hold themse"fs ready to face any game on the word, an" they never weakens or lays down. An" another thing, little girl; I gets this Red Dog sharp, sh.o.r.e. I"m in the middle of a run of luck; I holds fours twice last night, with a flush an" a full hand out ag"in "em."

"Nell at last lets go of Cherokee"s neck, an", bein" a female an"

timid that a-way, allows she"ll go, an" won"t stop to see the shootin" none. We applauds the idee, thinkin" she might shake Cherokee some if she stays; an" of course a gent out shootin" for his life needs his nerve.

"Well, the twenty minutes is up; the Red Dog man gets his rifle offen his saddle an" goes down the middle of the street. Turnin" up his big sombrero, he squar"s "round, c.o.c.ks his gun, an" waits. Then Enright goes out with Cherokee an" stands him in the street about a hundred yards from the Red Dog man. After Cherokee"s placed he holds up his hand for attention an" says:

""When all is ready I stands to one side an" drops my hat. You-alls fires at will."