""No," says Moore, "t"ain"t quite sech ancient hist"ry. It"s stage coaches. Thar"s a pa.s.sel of people down yere as allows you"ve been rustlin" the mails."
"Old Man Rucker, who keeps the O. K. House, is away when Moore rounds up his party. But Missis Rucker"s thar, an" the way that old lady talks to Enright an" the committee is a shame. She comes over to the store, too, along of Moore an" Cherokee, an" prances in an"
comes mighty near stampedin" the whole outfit.
""See yere, Sam Enright," she shouts, wipin" her hands on her bib, "what be you-alls aimin" for to do? Linin" up, I s"pose to hang the only decent man in town?"
""Ma"am," says Enright, "this yere sharp is "cused of standin" up the stage them times recent over by Tucson. Do you know anythin"
about it?"
""No; I don"t," says Missis Rucker. "You don"t reckon, now, I did it none, do you? I says this, though; it"s a heap sight more likely some drunkard a-settin" right yere on this committee stops them stages than Cherokee Hall."
""Woman"s nacher"s that emotional," says Enright to the rest of us, "she"s oncapable of doin" right. While she"s the loveliest of created things, still sech is the infirmities of her intellects, that gov"ment would bog down in its most important functions, if left to woman."
""Bog down or not," says Missis Rucker, gettin" red an" heated, "you fools settin" up thar like a band of prairie-dogs don"t hang this yere Cherokee Hall. "Nother thing, you ain"t goin" to hang n.o.body to the windmill ag"in nohow. I has my work to do, an" thar"s enough on my hands, feedin" sech swine as you-alls three times a day, without havin" to cut down dead folks outen my way every time I goes for a bucket of water. You-alls takes notice now; you don"t hang nothin"
to the windmill no more. As for this yere Cherokee, he ain"t stopped no more stages than I be."
""But you sees yourse"f, ma"am, you hasn"t the slightest evidence tharof," says Enright, tryin" to soothe her down.
""I has, however, what"s a mighty sight better than evidence," says Missis Rucker, "an" that"s my firm convictions."
""Well, see yere," says Cherokee, who"s been listenin" all peaceful, "let me in on this. What be you-alls doin" this on? I reckons I"m ent.i.tled to a look at your hand for my money."
"Enright goes on an" lays it off for Cherokee; how he"s outen camp every time the stage is robbed, an" the idee is abroad he does it.
""As the kyards lay in the box," says Cherokee, "I don"t reckon thar"s much doubt but you-alls will wind up the deal by hangin" me?"
""It"s sh.o.r.ely five to one that a-way," says Enright. "Although I"m bound to say it ain"t none decisive as yet."
""The trooth is," says Cherokee, sorter thoughtful, "I wasn"t aimin"
to be hung none this autumn. I ain"t got time, gents, for one thing, an" has arranged a heap diff"rent. In the next place, I never stands up no stage."
""That"s what they all says," puts in Boggs, who"s a mighty impatient man. "I sh.o.r.ely notes no reason why we-alls can"t proceed with this yere lynchin" at once. S"pose this Cherokee ain"t stood up no stage; he"s done plenty of other things as merits death. It strikes me thar"s a sight of onnecessary talk yere."
""If you ain"t out working the road," says Doc Peets to Cherokee, not heedin" of Bogg"s petulance, "them stage-robbin" times, s"pose you onfolds where you was at?"
"Well, son, not to string this yere story out longer"n three drinks, yere is how it is: This Cherokee it looks like is soft-hearted that a-way,--what you calls romantic. An" it seems likewise that shovin"
the Stingin" Lizard from sh.o.r.e that time sorter takes advantage an"
feeds on him. So he goes browsin" "round the postmaster all casooal, an" puts questions. Cherokee gets a p"inter about some yearlin" or other in Tucson this Stingin" Lizard sends money to an" makes good for, which he finds the same to be fact on caperin" over. It"s a nephy or some sech play. An" the Stingin" Lizard has the young one staked out over thar, an" is puttin" up for his raiment an" grub all reg"lar enough.
""Which I yereafter backs this infant"s play myse"f," says Cherokee to the barkeep of the Oriental Saloon over in Tucson, which is the party the Stingin" Lizard pastures the young one on. "You"re all right, Bill," goes on this Cherokee to the barkeep," but now I goes back of the box for this infant boy, I reckons I"ll saw him off onto a preacher, or some sharp sim"lar, where he gets a Christian example. Whatever do you think?"
"The barkeep says himse"f he allows it"s the play to make. So he an"
Cherokee goes surgin" "round, an" at last they camps the boy--who"s seven years comin" gra.s.s--on the only pulpit-sharp in Tucson. This gospel-spreader says he"ll feed an" bed down the boy for some sum; which was sh.o.r.e a giant one, but the figgers I now forgets.
"Cherokee gives him a stack of blues to start his game, an" is now pesterin" "round in a co"t tryin" to get the young one counter- branded from the Stingin" Lizard"s outfit into his, an" given the name of Cherokee Hall. That"s what takes him over to Tucson them times, an" not stage-robbin".
"Two days later, in fact, to make sh.o.r.e all doubts is over, Cherokee even rings in said divine on us; which the divine tells the same story. I don"t reckon now he"s much of a preacher neither; for he gives Wolfville one whirl for luck over in the warehouse back of the New York Store, an" I sh.o.r.e hears "em as makes a mighty sight more noise, an" bangs the Bible twice as hard, back in the States. I says so to Cherokee; but he puts it up he don"t bank none on his preachin".
""What I aims at," says Cherokee, "is someone who rides herd on the boy all right, an" don"t let him stampede off none into vicious ways."
""Why don"t you keep the camp informed of this yere orphan an" the play you makes?" says Enright, at the time it"s explained to the committee,--the time they trees Cherokee about them stages.
""It"s that benev"lent an" mushy," says Cherokee, "I"m plumb ashamed of the deal, an" don"t allow to go postin" no notices tharof. But along comes this yere hold-up business, an", all inadvertent, tips my hand; which the same I stands, however, jest the same."
""It"s all right," says Enright, some disgusted though; "but the next time you makes them foundlin" asylum trips, don"t walk in the water so much. Leave your trail so Wolfville sees it, an" then folks ain"t so likely to jump your camp in the dark an" take to shootin"
you up for Injuns an" sim"lar hostiles."
""But one thing more," continues Enright, an" then we orders the drinks. Jack Moore is yereby instructed to present the compliments of the committee to Rucker, when he trails in from Tucson; which he also notifies him to hobble his wife yereafter durin" sessions of this body. She"s not to go draggin" her lariat "round loose no more, settin" law an" order at defiance durin" sech hours as is given to business by the Stranglers."
CHAPTER III.
THE STORY OF WILKINS
"No; I don"t reckon I ever cuts the trail of this yere Wilson you mentions, once. If I does, the fact"s done pulled its picket-pin an"
strayed from my recollections."
I had recalled the name of a former friend, one Wilson, who, sore given to liquor, had drifted to Arizona many years before and disappeared. Suggesting "Wilson" to the Old Cattleman, I asked if he had met with such a name and character in his Wolfville rambles.
As often chanced, however, the question bore fruit in a story. It frequently needed but a slight blow from the rod of casual inquiry, and the fountains of my old friend"s reminiscences gushed forth.
"No, I never crosses up with him," observed the old Cattleman; "but speakin" of Wilson puts in my mind a gent by the name of Wilkins, who it"s some likely is as disrepootable as your old pard Wilson."
"What about Wilkins?" I asked.
"Nothin" thrillin", "answered the old gentleman; "nothin" you"d stay up nights to hear, I don"t reckon. It"s Wilkins"s daughter who is the only redeemin" thing about the old Cimmaron; an" it"s a heap likely right now it"s her I remembers about instead of him.
"Not at all," he continued, "I don"t mind onfoldin" as to Wilkins, nor yet of an" concernin" his daughter. You see this Wilkins is herdin" "round Wolfville when I first trails in. I never does know where he hails from. I don"t reckon" though, he ever grades no ways high, an" at the crisis I"m mentionin" his speshul play is gettin"
drunk mostly; an" not allowin" to hurt himse"f none with work.
""Workin" with your fins," says this Wilkins, "is low an"
onendoorin" to a gent with pride to wound. It ain"t no use neither.
I knows folks as works, an" folks as don"t, an" you can"t tell one from which. They gets along entirely sim"lar.
""But how you goin" to live?" says Dave Tutt, when he makes this remark, an" who is fussin" with Wilkins for bein" so reedic"lous an"
shiftless.
""That"s all right about my livin"," says Wilkins; "don"t you-all pa.s.s no restless nights on my account. Go read your Scriptures; read that bluff about feedin" the young ravens an" sparrers. Well, that"s me this trip. I"m goin" to rap for a show-down on them promises an"
see what"s in "em."
""This camp ain"t strong on Holy Writ, nohow," says Dave Tutt, "an"
I"m partic"lar puny that a-way. It"s your game though, an" your American jedgement goes soopreme as to how you plays it."
"This Wilkins lives in a wickeyup out on the aige of the town, an" a girl, which she"s his daughter, about 19 years old, keeps camp for him. No one knows her well. She stays on her reservation mighty close, an" never seems visible much. I notices her in the New York Store once, buyin" some salt hoss, an"she ain"t no dream of loveliness neither as to looks.