""But this yere Short Creek Dave," he remonstrates to me, "ain"t no reg"lar licensed divine. He ain"t workin" in conjunctions with no sh.o.r.e "nough" sociation, I takes it. This Short Creek person is most likely one of them irrelevant exhortin" folks, an" that makes a difference. He don"t belong to no reg"lar denom"nation."
""That"s troo, too," I says. "Short Creek ain"t workin" with no reg"lar religious round-up; he"s sorter runnin" a floatin" outfit, criss-crossin" the range, prowlin" for mavericks an" strays on his own game. But what of that? He"s sh.o.r.ely tyin" "em down an" brandin"
"em right along."
""Oh, I don"t dispoote none the efficacy of your friend"s work that a-way," replies the young preacher-sharp, "but it"s irreg"lar; it"s plumb out of line. Now what you-alls needs in the West is real churches, same as we-alls has in the East."
""I ain"t none sh.o.r.e of that." I says, "an" I"m gettin" a little warm onder the collar some with them frills he puts on; "I ain"t none sh.o.r.e. The East needn"t deem itse"f the only king in the deck; none whatever. The West can afford the usual rooles an" let all bets go as they lays, an" still get up winner on the deal. I takes it you-alls never notes the West sendin" East for he"p?"
""But that ain"t the idee," he urges. "Churches that a-way is the right thing. They molds a commoonity, churches does. You b"ars witness yourse"f that where churches exists the commoonity is the most orderly an" fuller of quietood an" peace."
""Not necessarily I don"t," I replies back, for I"m goin" to play my hand out if it gets my last chip, "not necessarily. What I b"ars witness to is that where the commoonity is the most orderly that a- way an" fuller of quietood an" peace, the churches exists."
""Which I"m sh.o.r.ely some afraid," he says,--an" his looks shows he"s gettin" a horror of me,--"you belongs to a perverse generation. You- all is vain of your own evil-doin". Look at them murders that reddens the West, an" then sit yere an" tell me it don"t need no inflooences."
""Them ain"t murders," I answers; them"s killin"s. An" as for inflooenccs, if you-all don"t reckon the presence of a vig"lance committee in a camp don"t cause a gent to pause an" ponder none before he pulls his gun, you dwells in ignorance. However, I"m yere to admit, I don"t discern no sech sin-encrusted play in a killin"
when the parties breaks even at the start, an" both gents is workin"
to the same end unanimous. It does some folks a heap of good to kill "em a lot."
"It"s at this p"int the young preacher-sharp pulls his freight, an"
I observes, by the way he stacks me up with his eyes that a-way, he allows mebby I"m locoed."
The Old Cattleman said no more for a moment, but puffed at his cob pipe in thought and silence. I had no notion of involving myself in any combat of morals or theology, so I did not invade his mood. At last I suggested in a half-tone of inoffensive sympathy that the West was no doubt much misunderstood.
"Life there," I remarked, "amid new and rough conditions must be full of hardship and tragedy."
This vague arrow in the air had the effect of sending the old fellow off at a tangent. His bent was evidently discursive, and all thoughts of his late religious controversy seemed to pa.s.s from his mind.
"Full of hardship an" tragedy is your remark," he retorted, "an" I joins you tharin. Take them disasters that pounces on Slim Jim. What happens in the case of this yere Slim Jim tenderfoot," the old fellow continued as a damp gleam of sympathy shone in his eye,"is both hardship an" tragedy. Which of course thar"s a mighty sight of difference. A hardship a gent lives through; but it"s a tragedy when his light"s put out. An" as Slim Jim don"t live through this none, it"s nacherally a tragedy that a-way.
"I frequent sees bad luck to other folks, as well as comin" to me personal, in the years I inhabits the gra.s.s country, but this was sh.o.r.ely the toughest. It even overplays anythin" Rainbow Sam ever is ag"inst; an" the hard luck of Rainbow Sam is a proverb of Arizona.
""Which I reckons I was foaled with a copper on me," says this Rainbow Sam to Enright one day. "In all my born days I never makes a killin"--never gets up winner once. I was foaled a loser, an" I"ll keep a-losin" ontil this yere malady--which it"s consumption-which has me in charge delivers me to the angels an" gets its receipt."
"It"s a mockery what transpires touchin" this Rainbow Sam. Jest as he states, the consumption"s got him treed an" out on a limb. Doc Peets says, himse"f, nothin" can he"p him; an" when Peets quits a little thing like consumption an" shoves his chair back, you-alls can gamble a gent"s health, that a-way, is on a dead kyard.
"I recalls how Rainbow Sam dies; which he rides out into eternity easy an" painless. We-alls is into a poker-game nne night-that is, five of us--when Doc Peets is called away.
""See yere, Rainbow," says Peets to Rainbow Sam, who"s penniless an"
tharfore lookin" on; "you never has a morsel of luck in your life.
Now, yere: You play my hand an" chips awhile. I"m on velvet for three hundred an" fifty, an" I"d as soon you"d lose it into the game as any sport I knows. An" to rouse your moral nacher I wants to tell you, whatever you rakes in you keeps. Now thar"s luck at the jump; you can"t lose an" you may win, so set in yere. Napoleon never has half the show."
"Peets goes away for an hour about somethin", an" Rainbow Sam takes his seat; an", merely to show how one gent outlucks another, while Peets has had the luck of dogs it"s that profuse an" good, it looks like the best Rainbow can get is an even break. For half an hour he wins an" he loses about equal; an" he"s sh.o.r.e tryin" hard to win, too.
""If I takes in a couple of hundred or so," says this Rainbow to me, "I allows I"ll visit my folks in the States once for luck."
"But he never visits them folks he adverts to. It"s on Boggs"s deal, an" he"s throwin" the kyards "round when Rainbow"s took bad. His consumption sorter mutinies onto him all at once. He"s got the seat on the left of Boggs, too,--got the age.
""Play my hand," he says to Hamilton, who"s stepped in from the dance-hall; "play my hand, Jim, till I feels a little better. I"ll be all right in a moment. Barkeep, deal me some whiskey."
"So Rainbow walks over to the bar, an" Hamilton picks up his kyards.
I notes that Rainbow steps off that time some tottersome; but he"s so plumb weak that a-way, cats is robust to him; an" so I deems nothin" tharof. I"m skinnin" my kyards a bit interested anyhow, bein" in the hole myse"f.
"Everybody comes in this deal, an" when the chips is in the center-- this yere"s before the draw--Hamilton, speakin" up for Rainbow, says:
""These yere"s Doc Peets"s chips anyhow?"
""Which they sh.o.r.ely be," says Boggs, "so play "em merciless, "cause Peets is rich."
""That"s what I asks for," says Hamilton, "for I don"t aim to make no mistakes with pore Rainbow"s money."
""That"s all right," says Boggs, "dump "em in. If you-all lose, it"s Peets"s; if you win, it"s Rainbow"s."
""Play "em game an" liberal, Old Man," says Rainbow over by the bar,--an" it strikes me at the time his tones is weak an" queer; but bein" as I jest then notes a third queen in my hand, I don"t have no chance to dwell on the fact. "Play "em game an" free," says Rainbow ag"in. "Free as the waters of life. Win or lose, she"s all the same a hundred year from now."
"Hamilton takes another look an" then raises the ante a hundred dollars. This yere is table stakes; this game was; an" the stakes is five hundred.
""Which I plays this," says Hamilton, as he comes up with the hundred raise, "the same as I would for myse"f, which the same means plenteous an" free as a king."
"Thar"s three of us who stays, one of the same bein" me. I allers recalls it easy, "cause it frost-bites my three queens for over three hundred dollars before the excitement dies away. Boggs, who"s so vociferous recent about Hamilton playin" wide open, stays out; not havin" as good as nine-high.
"On the draw Hamilton allows Rainbow"s hand needs one kyard, an" he gets it. I takes one also; the same bein" futile, so far as he"pin"
my hand goes; an" the others takes kyards various.
"Thar"s only one raise, an" that"s when it gets to Hamilton. He sets in a little over two hundred dollars, bein" the balance of the stake; an" two of us is feeble-minded enough to call. What does he have? Well, it"s ample for our ondoin" that a-way. It"s a straight flush of diamonds; jack at the head of the cla.s.s. It sh.o.r.ely carries off the pot like it"s a whirlwind. As near as I can measure, Hamilton claws off with about six hundred dollars for Rainbow on that one hand.
""Yere you be, Rainbow!" shouts Boggs. "Come a-runnin"! It"s now you visits them relations; you makes a killin" at last."
"It turns out some late for Rainbow though. Thar"s no reply to Boggs"s talk, an" when we-alls goes over to him where he"s set down by the end of the bar thar, with his arm on a monte-table, an" his chin on his shirt, Rainbow Sam is dead.
""Which I regrets," says Doc Peets when he returns, "that Rainbow don"t stay long enough to onderstand how luck sets his way at last.
It most likely comforts him an" makes his goin" out more cheerful."
""It"s a good sign, though," says Cherokee Hall, "that straight flush is. Which it shows Rainbow strikes a streak of luck; an" mebby it lasts long enough to get him by the gates above all right. That"s all I asks when my time comes; that I dies when I"m commencin" a run of luck."
"Oh! about this Slim Jim tenderfoot an" his tragedy! Do you know I plumb overlooks him. I gets trailed off that a-way after pore old Rainbow Sam, an" Slim Jim escapes my mem"ry complete.
"Which the story of this gent, even the little we-alls knows, is a heap onusual. No one, onless he"s the postmaster, ever does hear his name. He sorter ha"nts about Red Dog an" Wolfville indiscriminate for mighty nigh a year; an" they calls him "Slim Jim" with us, an"
"The Tenderfoot" in Red Dog; but, as I says, what"s his real name never does poke up its head.
"Whatever brings this yere Slim Jim into the cow country is too boggy a crossin" for me. Thar ain"t a thing he can do or learn to.
We-alls has him on one round-up, an" it"s cl"ar from the jump he ain"t meant by Providence for the cattle business. The meekest bronco in the bunch bucks him off; an" actooally he"s that timid he"s plumb afraid of ponies an" cattle both.
"We-alls fixes Slim Jim"s saddle with buckin"-straps; an" even fastens a roll of blankets across the saddle-horn; but it ain"t enough. Nothin" bar tyin" Slim Jim into the saddle, like the hoss- back Injuns does to papooses, could save him.
"An" aside from nacheral awk"ardness an" a light an" fitful seat in a saddle, it looks like this Slim Jim has baleful effects on a bronco. To show you: One mornin" we ropes up for him a pony which has renown for its low sperits. It acts, this yere pony does, like it"s suffered some disapp"intment which blights it an" breaks its heart; an" no amount of tightenin" of the back cinch; not even spurrin" of it in the shoulder an" neck like playful people who"s out for a circus does, is ever known to evolve a buck-jump outen him, he"s that sad. Which this is so well known, the pony"s name is "Remorse."
"As I says, merely to show the malignant spell this yere Slim Jim casts over a bronco, we-alls throws him onto this Remorse pony one mornin".