"This don"t go on long when Cherokee, after thinkin", says to Texas, "This yere is the way I figgers it, If we-alls keeps on, them Injuns is that fervent they runs in on us at the ford. With half luck they"s due to down either a hoss or Monte--mebby both; in which event the stage sh.o.r.ely stops, an" it"s a fight. This bein" troo, an" as I"m "lected for war anyhow, I"m goin" to caper out right yere, an" pull on the baile myse"f. This"ll stop the chase, an"
between us, pard, it"s about the last chance in the box this pore female an" her offsprings has. An" I plays it for "em, win or lose."
""Them"s my motives; says Texas, tryin" to pull himse"f together.
"Shall we take this he-shorthorn along?" An" he p"ints where them four tenderfoots is mixed up together in the back of the stage.
""He wouldn"t be worth a white chip," says Cherokee, "an" you-all is too hard hit to go, Texas, yourse"f. So take my regards to Enright an" the boys, an" smooth this all you know for Faro Nell. I makes the trip alone."
""Not much," says Texas. "My stack goes to the center, too."
"But it don"t, though, "cause Texas has bled more"n he thinks. The first move he makes he tips over in a faint.
"Cherokee picks up his Winchester, an", openin" the door of the stage, jumps plumb free, an" they leaves him thar on the trail.
""It"s mebby an hour later when the stage comes into Wolfville on the lope. Texas is still in a fog, speakin" mental, an" about bled to death; while them exhortin" people is outen their minds entire.
"In no time thar"s a dozen of us lined out for Cherokee. Do we locate him? Which I should say we sh.o.r.ely discovers him. Thar"s a bullet through his laig, an" thar he is with his back ag"in a rock wall, his Winchester to the front, his eyes glitterin", a-holdin"
the canyon. Thar never is no Injun gets by him. Of course they stampedes prompt when they hears us a-comin", so we don"t get no fight.
""I hopes you nails one, Cherokee," says Enright; "playin" even on this yere laig they shoots."
""I win once, I reckons", says Cherokee, "over behind that big rock to the left."
""Sh.o.r.e enough he"s got one Injun spread out; an", comin" along a little, Jack Moore turns up a second.
""Yere"s another," says Jack, "which breaks even on the bullet in Texas."
""That"s right," says Cherokee, "I remembers now than is two. The kyards is comin" some Tast, an" I overlooks a bet."
"We-alls gets Cherokee in all right, an" next day "round comes the female tenderfoot to see him.
""I wants to thank my defender," she says.
""You ain"t onder no obligations, whatever, ma"am", says Cherokee, risin" up a little, while Faro Nell puts another goose-h"ar piller onder him. "I simply prefers to do my fightin" in the canyon to doin" it at the ford; that"s all. It"s only a matter of straight business; nothin" more"n a preference I has. Another thing, ma"am; you-all forgives it, seein" I"m a gent onused to childish ways: but when I makes the play you names, I simply seizes on them savages that a-way as an excuse to get loose from them blessed children of your"n a whole lot.""
CHAPTER X.
TEXAS THOMPSON"S "ELECTION."
"An" between us," remarked the Old Cattle man, the observation being relevant to the subject of our conversation on the occasion of one of our many confabs, "between you an" me, I ain"t none sh.o.r.e about the merits of what you-all calls law an" order. Now a pains-takin"
an" discreet vig"lance committee is my notion of a bulwark. Let any outfit take a bale of rope an" a week off, an" if their camp ain"t weeded down to right principles an" a quiet life at the end tharof, then I"ve pa.s.sed my days as vain as any coyote which ever yelps.
"Of course thar dawns a time when Wolfville has to come to it, same as others. They takes to diggin" for copper; an" they builds the Bird Cage Op"ry House, an" puts in improvements general. We even culminates in a paper, which Doc Peets a.s.sures us is the flower of our progress. Nacherally on the heels of all them outbursts we gives up our simple schemes, organizes, an" pulls off an "lection. But as Old Man Enright is made alcalde tharby, with Jack Moore marshal, the jolt is not severe nor the change so full of notice.
"It"s not long prior to these yere stampedes into a higher moonic.i.p.al life, however, when quite a b"ilin" of us is in the Red Light discussin" some sech future. Our rival, Red Dog, is allowin"
it"s goin" to have a mayor or somethin", an" we sorter feels like our hands is forced.
""For myse"f," says Old Man Enright, when the topic is circ"latin", with the whiskey followin" suit, an" each gent is airin" his idees an" paintin" his nose accordin" to his taste, "for myse"f, I can see it comin". Thar"s to be law yere an" "lections; an" while at first it"s mighty likely both is goin" to turn out disturbin" elements, still I looks on their approach without fear. Wolfville is too strong, an" Wolfville intelligence is too well founded, to let any law loco it or set it to millin"."
""Still," says Dan Boggs, "I must remark I prefers a dooly authorized band of Stranglers. A vig"lance committee gets my game right along. They"s more honest than any of these yere lawsharps who"s "lected to be a jedge; an" they"s a heap more zealous, which last is important."
""Boggs is right," replies Enright. "It may not become me, who is head of the local body of that sort, to make boasts of the excellence of a vig"lance committee; but I ain"t bluffin" on a four- flush when I challenges any gent to put his tongue to an event where a vig"lance committee stretches a party who ain"t in need tharof; or which goes wastin" its lariats on the desert air. I puts it to you- alls without heat or pride, gents; Jedge Lynch is right every time."
""Put me down," says Doc Peets, at the same time makin" signs for the barkeep to remember his mission on earth, "put me down as coincidin" in them sentiments. An" I says further, that any party who"s lookin" for the place where the bad man is scarce, an" a law- abidin" gent has the fullest liberty, pegged out to the sh.o.r.est safetytood, let him locate where he finds the most lynchin"s, an"
where a vig"lance committee is steadily engaged discriminatin"
"round through the community.
Which a camp thus provided is a model of heavenly peace."
""You can gamble, if anybody"s plumb aware of these yore trooths, it"s me,"
says Texas Thompson.
"When I"m down in the South Paloduro country, workin" a pa.s.sel of Bar-K-7 cattle, I aids in an effort to "lect a jedge an" inst.i.toot reg"lar sh.o.r.e-"nough law; an" the same comes mighty near leavin" the entire hamlet a howlin" waste. It deciminates a heap of our best citizens.
""This yere misguided bluff comes to pa.s.s peculiar; an" I allers allows if it ain"t for the onforeseen way wherein things stacks up, an" the muddle we-alls gets into tryin" to find a trail, the Plaza Paloduro would have been a scene of bleatin" peace that day, instead of a stric"ly corpse-an"-cartridge occasion. The death rate rises to that degree in fact that the next roundup is shy on men; an" thar ain"t enough cartridges in camp, when the smoke blows away, to be seed for a second crop. On the squar", gents, that "lection day on the South Paloduro was what you-alls might term a ma.s.sacre, an" get it right every time."
""Well, what of this yere toomultuous "lection?" demands Dave Tutt, who gets impatient while Texas refreshes himse"f in his gla.s.s. "You- all reminds me a mighty sight, Texas, of the Tucson preacher who pulls his freight the other day. They puts it to him, the Tucson folks do, that he talks an" he talks, but he don"t p"int out; an" he argufies an" he argufies, but he never shows wherein. A party who"s goin" to make a pulpit-play, or shine in Arizona as a racontoor, has done got to cult"vate a direct, incisive style."
""That"s all c"rect," remarks Texas, some savage, as he recovers his nose outen his gla.s.s; "never you fret me none about my style not bein" incisive. Thar be other plays where any gent who comes puttin"
it all over me with roode an" intemp"rate remarks will find me plenty incisive; not to say some soon:
""Yere!" interrupts Enright, quick an" sharp. "This is plumb outside the line. Texas ain"t got no call to wake up so malignant over what"s most likely nothin" worse than humor on Tutt"s part; an", Tutt, it ain"t up to you none neither, to go spurrin" Texas in the shoulder in the midst of what I"m yere to maintain is a mighty thrillin" narration."
""Texas is good people," says Dave, "an" the last gent with which I thirsts to dig up the war-axe. Which I"m proud to be his friend; an"
I means no offense when I su"gests that he whirl a smaller loop when he onbosoms himse"f of a tale. I yere tenders Texas my hand, a.s.surin" of him that I means my language an" ain"t holdin" out nothin". Shake!" An" at this Dave reaches his pistol-hand to Texas Thompson, an" the same is seized prompt an" friendly.
""This yere is my fault," says Texas. "I reckons now my wife recoverin" that Laredo divorce I"m mentionin" to you-alls, sorter leaves me a heap petulant, that a-way. But to go back to this war- jig I was relatin" about down at Plaza Paloduro.
""It"s this a-way: No, Nellie; thar"s no female in it. This yere grows from a business transaction; an" the effort tharfrom to improve on present conditions, inst.i.toot a reign of law, an" lect a jedge.
""Which the comin" of a miscreant named Cimmaron Pete, from some"ers over near the "Doby Walls, is the beginnin" of the deal. This Cimmaron Pete comes trailin" in one day; an" a shorthorn called Glidden, who runs a store at the ford, comes ropin" at Cimmaron Pete to race ponies. """What for stakes do you-all aim to race for?"
demands this Cimmaron Pete.
"""I"ll run you for hoss an" saddle," says Glidden.
"""Say hoss ag"in hoss," says Cimmaron Pete, "an" I"m liable to go you. Saddles is hard to get, an" I won"t resk mine. Ponies, however, is easy. I can get "em every moonlight night."
""When them sports is racin",--which the run is to be a quarter of a mile, only they never finishes,--jest as Cimmaron begins to pull ahead, his pony bein" a shade suddener than Glidden"s, whatever does the latter do but rope this Cimmaron Pete"s pony by the feet an"
down him.
""It"s sh.o.r.e fine work with a lariat, but it comes high for Glidden.
For, as he stampedes by, this Cimmaron turns loose his six-shooter from where he"s tangled up with his bronco on the ground; an" as the first bullet gets Glidden in the back of his head, his light goes out like a candle.
""When the committee looks into the play they jestifies this Cimmaron. "While on the surface," they says, "the deal seems a little florid; still, when a gent armed with nothin" but a cold sense of jestice comes to pirootin" plumb through the affair with a lantern, he"s due to emerge a lot with the conviction that Glidden"s wrong." So Cimmaron is free in a minute.
""But thar"s Glidden"s store! Thar"s n.o.body to claim it; thar bein"