""Which if you can"t get along with that cayouse," remarks Jack Moore at the time, "I reckons it"s foreordained you-all has to go afoot."
"An" that"s how it turns out. No sooner is Slim Jim in the saddle than that Remorse pony arches his back like a hoop, sticks his nose between his knees, an" gives way to sech a fit of real old worm- fence buckin" as lands Slim Jim on his sombrero, an" makes expert ponies simply stand an" admire.
"That"s the last round-up Slim Jim attempts; workin" cattle he says himse"f is too deep a game for him, an" he never does try no more.
So he hangs about Wolfville an" Red Dog alternate, turnin" little jim-crow tricks for the express company, or he"pin" over to the stage company"s corrals, an" sorter manages to live.
"Now an" then some party who"s busy drinkin", an" tharfore hasn"t time for faro, an" yet is desirous the same be played, stakes Slim Jim ag"inst the game; an" it happens at times he makes a small pick- up that a-way. But his means of livelihood is sh.o.r.ely what you-alls would call precar"ous.
"An" yet, as I sends my mind back over the trail, I never knows of nothin" bad this yere Slim Jim does. You needn"t go inferrin" none, from his havin" a terror of steers an" broncos that a-way, that he"s timid plumb through. Thar"s reason to deem him game when he"s up ag"inst mere man.
"Once, so they tells the story, Curly Bill rounds up this Slim Jim in a Red Dog hurdy-gurdy an" concloods to have some entertainment with him.
""Dance, you shorthorn!" says this yere Curly Bill, yankin" out his six-shooter an" p"intin" it mighty sudden at Slim Jim"s foot; "shuffle somethin" right peart now, or you-all emerges shy a toe."
"Does this Slim Jim dance? Never cavorts a step. At the first move he swarms all over this Curly Bill like a wild-cat, makes him drop his gun, an" sends him out of the hurdy-gurdy on a canter. That"s straight; that"s the painful fact in the case of Curly Bill, who makes overgay with the wrong gent.
"Later, mebby an hour, so the party says who relates it to me, Curly Bill sends back word into the hurdy-gurdy, tellin" the barkeep, if his credit"s good after sech vicissitoodes, to treat the house. He allows the drinks is on him, an" that a committee can find him settin" on the post office steps sorter goin" over himse"f for fractures, if it"s held necessary for him to be present when the drinks is took.
"Which of course any gent"s credit is good at the bar that a-way; an" so a small delegation of three ropes up this yere Curly Bill an"
brings him back to the hurdy-gurdy, where he gets his gun ag"in, an"
Slim Jim an" him makes up.
""Which I renounces all idee of ever seein" you dance some," says Curly Bill, when he an" Jim shakes; "an" I yereby marks your moccasins plumb off my list of targets."
"Everybody"s pleased at this; an" the barkeep is delighted speshul, as one of them reeconciliations that a-way is mighty condoosive to the sale of nose-paint. I"m yere to remark, if thar ain"t no more reeconciliations on earth, an" everybody stands pat on them hatreds an" enmities of his, whiskey-drinkin" falls off half.
"I only su"gest this turn-up with Curly Bill to "l.u.s.trate that it"s about as I says, an" that while Slim Jim"s reluctant an" hesitatin"
in the presence of wild steers, an" can"t adhere to a pony much, this yere girlishness don"t extend to men none; which last he faces prompt an" willin" as a lion.
"Thar"s times when I sh.o.r.ely ponders the case of this Slim Jim a mighty sight, "cause he keeps strikin" me as a good gent gone bad, an" as bein" the right gent in the wrong place.
""This pore maverick is plumb Eastern, that"s all," says Enright one day, while he"s discussin" of this Slim Jim. "He ain"t to blame, but he ain"t never goin" to do, none whatever, out yere. He can"t no more get used to Arizona than one of the Disciples, an" he might camp "round for years."
"It"s mebby hard onto a year when along comes the beginnin" of the end as far as this Slim Jim"s concerned, only we-alls don"t know it.
The postmaster says afterward he gets a letter; an" by what"s found on the remainder it looks like the postmaster"s right, an" this letter sets him goin" wrong. I allers allows, after he gets this missive, that he sees the need of money that a-way an" plenty of it; an" that it"s got to come quick.
"Most likely he"s been bluffin" some parties in the East about how rich he is an" how lucrative he"s doin",--sech bluffs bein" common in the West,--an" now along comes events an" folks he"s fooled, an"
his bluff is called.
"When it arrives, none of us knows of this yere letter the postmaster mentions, an" which is later read by all; but it"s about that time Slim Jim acts queer an" locoed. He"s fl.u.s.tered an"
stampeded about somethin", we-alls notes that; an" Dave Tutt even forgets himse"f as a gent so far as to ask Slim Jim what"s up.
""Which you looks oneasy these autumn days," says Tutt to Slim Jim.
"What"s wrong?"
""Nothin"," says Slim Jim, lookin" a bit woozy, "nothin" wrong. A friend of mine is likely to show up yere; that"s all."
""Which he has the air of a fugitive from jestice when he says it,"
observes Tutt, when he speaks of it after all"s over; "though jedgin" by the party who"s on his trail that time I don"t reckon he"s done nothin" neither."
"It"s sh.o.r.ely the need of money drives this Slim Jim to turnin"
route-agent an" go holdin" up the stage, for the evenin" he quits camp he says to Cherokee Hall: "S"pose I asks you-all to lend me money, quite a bundle, say, would you do it?"
""I turns faro for my money," says Cherokee; "which I merely mentions it to show I comes honestly by my roll. As to borrowin" of me, you-all or any gent in hard lines can get my money by showin" he needs it worse than I do; an" to encourage you I might say I don"t need money much. So, go on an" tell me the news about yourse"f, an"
if it"s as bad as the way you looks, I reckons I"ll have to stake you, even if it takes half my pile." Tharupon Cherokee urges Slim Jim to onfold his story.
"But Slim Jim gets shy an" won"t talk or tell Cherokee what"s pesterin" him, or how much money he needs.
""No," he says, after thinkin" a little, "I never begs a stake yet, an" I never will. Anyhow I sees another way which is better."
"Countin" noses afterwards, it"s probably this talk with Cherokee is the last Slim Jim has before he breaks over into the hills on the hunt for money. He goes afoot, too; for he don"t own no pony, an" he couldn"t, as I explains previous, stay on him if he does.
"But he fixes himse"f with a Winchester which he gets from the stage-company people themse"fs on a talk he makes about takin" some reecreation with the coyotes, an" p"ints straight over into Rawhide Canyon,--mebby it"s six miles from camp. When the stage gets along an hour later, this Slim Jim"s made himse"f a mask with a handkerchief, an" is a full-fledged hold-up which any express company could be proud to down. Old Monte relates what happens in the canyon, "cause from where he"s stuck up on the box he gets a better view.
""Yere"s how this happens," says Old Monte, while renooin" his yooth with Red Light licker after he"s got in. "It"s a little hazy in the canyon, comin" evenin" that a-way, an" my eyes is watery with the shootin" goin" on, an" I tharfore don"t say I notes things none minoote; but as near as I can, you gets the story.
""Thar"s only one pa.s.senger, an" she"s a woman. Which for that matter she"s a beautiful girl, with eyes like a buck antelope"s; but bein" she"s layin" over to the stage station defunct right now, along with this yere Slim Jim, I don"t dwell none on how she looks."
""When I pulls out from Tucson I has this yere young female inside; an" the company puts two Wells-Fargo gyards on top of the coach, the same bein" the first time in months. These Wells-Fargo parties ain"t along for hold-ups, but jest "cause they has business over yere, an"
so comes by stage same as other gents.
""It all goes smooth ontil I"m rattlin" along in Rawhide Canyon not half-a-dozen miles from where we-alls is now drinkin" all free an"
amiable, like life"s nothin" but sunshine.
""The first p"inter I has that I"m up ag"inst it, bang! goes a Winchester, an" throws my off leader dead ag"inst the trail. Thar"s no goin" "round the dead hoss, an" bar the nacheral rarin" an"
pitchin" of the other five on beholdin" of the ontimely end of their companion that a-way, the whole business comes to a dead stop.
"""Hold up your hands!" says a voice up the rocks on one side.
""My hands is already up, for I"m an old stage-driver, gents, an"
you-alls can gamble I knows my trade. I"m hired to drive. It ain"t no part of my game to fight hold-ups an" stand off route-agents that a-way, an" get shot dead for it by their pards the next trip; so, as I says, the moment that Winchester goes off, I clamps my fingers back of my head an" sets thar. Of course I talks back at this hold- up a heap profane, for I don"t aim to have the name of allowin" any gent to rustle my stage an" me not cuss him out. ""But these yere Wells-Fargo sharps, they never holds up their hands. That"s nacheral enough, for them gents is hired to fight, an" this partic"lar trip thar"s full six thousand dollars to go to war over.
"With the first shot the Wells-Fargo gents--they was game as goats both of "em--slides offen the coach an" takes to shootin". The guns is makin" a high old rattle of it, an" I"m hopin" the hold-up won"t get to over-shootin" an" drill me, when the first casooalty occurs.
One of the Wells-Fargo sports gets a bullet plumb through his frame, an" is dead an" out in the crack of a whip.
""It looks like the hold-up sees him tumble, for it"s then he cuts loose a whoop, jumps down onto the trail an" charges. He comes a- shootin", too, an" the way the lead an" fire fetches forth from that Winchester he"s managin" sh.o.r.e reminds me of them Roman candles last July.
""All this yere don"t take ten seconds. An" it don"t last ten seconds more. As my hold-up comes chargin" an" shootin" towards the stage, I overhears a scream inside, an" the next moment that young female pa.s.senger opens the door an" comes scamperin" out.
""If she tries she couldn"t have selected no worse epock. She hits the ground, an" the second she does--for I"m lookin" over at her at the time--she stops one of that hold-up"s bullets an" goes down with a great cry.
""It"s on me, gents, at this p"int to take all resks an" go down an"
look-out the play for the girl. But I never gets a chance, an" it"s as well I don"t; for towards the last the shootin" of the remainin"
Wells-Fargo person is reckless an" inordinate. It"s plumb reedundant; that shootin" is. But as I remarks, I never has no occasion to go to the girl; for as I feels the impulse I hears the hold-up shout:
"""G.o.d! it"s Mary! It"s my sister!"
""Thar"s a letter on him we finds later, which shows this statement about my pa.s.senger bein" his sister is troo; an" that she"s p"intin"
out when downed, now they"s orphans--which the letter states their father"s jest cashed in--to come an" keep house for him. As the hold-up makes this yere exclamation about the girl bein" his relative that a-way, his Winchester goes a-rattlin" onto the trail an" he gathers her in his arms. However, he don"t last longer than a drink of whiskey now. He don"t no more"n lift her up, before even he kisses her, the remainin" Wells-Fargo gent downs him, an" the riot"s over complete.