""My pore child," says Billy to w.i.l.l.yum about the third drink-- w.i.l.l.yum is settin" on a monte-table an" payin" heed to Billy a heap decorous an" respectful for a three-year-old--"my pore child," says Billy that a-way, "you-all is ag"in a hard game up at your paw"s.
This yere is playin" it plumb low on you, w.i.l.l.yum. It looks like they fills a hand ag"in you, son, an" you ain"t in it no more at "Doby"s; who, whatever is your fool claims on that p"int a year ago, is still your dad ondoubted. But you-all knows me, w.i.l.l.yum. You knows that talk in Holy Writ. If your father an" mother shakes you, your Uncle Billy takes you up. I"m powerful "fraid, w.i.l.l.yum, you"ll have to have action on them promises."
"w.i.l.l.yum listens to Billy plenty grave an" owly, but he don"t make no observations on his luck or communicate no views to Billy except that he"s hungry. This yere ain"t relevant none, but Billy at once pastures him out on a can of sardines an" some crackers, while he keeps on bein" liberal to himse"f about whiskey.
""I don"t feel like denyin" myse"f nothin"," he says. "Yere I gets married, an" in less"n an hour my wife is ravaged away at the whoop of dooty to ride herd on another gent"s fam"ly,; leavin" me, her husband, with that other gent"s abandoned progeny on my hands. This yere"s gettin" to be a boggy ford for Billy Rudd, you bet."
"But while Billy takes on a heap, he don"t impress me like he"s hurt none after all. When Doc Peets trails in from "Doby"s, where he"s been in the interests of science that a-way, Billy at once drug him aside for a pow-wow. They talks over in one corner of the Red Light awhile, then Billy looks up like one load"s offen his mind, an"
yells:
" "Barkeep, it"s another boy. Use my name freely in urgin" drinks on the camp."
"Then Billy goes on whisperin" to Doc Peets an" layin" down somethin", like his heart"s sot on it. At last Doc says:
""The best way, Billy, is for me to bring "Doby over." With this Doc Peets gets onto his pony at the door an" goes curvin" back to "Doby"s.
""It"s a boy," says Billy to the rest of us after Doc Peets lines out, "an" child an" mother both on velvet an" winnin" right along."
"These yere events crowdin" each other that a-way--first a weddin"
an" then an infant boy--has a brightenin" effect on public sperit.
It makes us feel like the camp"s sh.o.r.ely gettin" a start. While we- alls is givin" way to Billy"s desire to buy whiskey, Peets comes back, bringin" "Doby.
"Thar"s nothin" what you-alls calls dramatic about "Doby an" Billy comin" together. They meets an" shakes, that"s all. They takes a drink together, which shows they"s out to be friends for good, an"
then Billy says:
""But what I wants partic"lar, "Doby, is that you makes over to me your son w.i.l.l.yum. He"s sh.o.r.e the finest young-one in Arizona, an"
Marie an" me needs him to sorter organize on."
""Billy," says "Doby, "you-all an" me is partners for years, an"
we"re partners yet. We has our storm cloud, an" we has also our eras of peace. Standin" as we do on the brink of one of said eras, an" as showin" sincerity, I yereby commits to you my son w.i.l.l.yum.
Yereafter, when he calls you "Pop," it goes, an" the same will not be took invidious."
"""Doby," replies Billy, takin" him by the hand, "this yere day "l.u.s.trates the prophet when he says: "In the midst of life we"re in luck." If you-all notes tears in my eyes I"m responsible for "em.
w.i.l.l.yum"s mine. As I r"ars him it will be with you as a model. Now you go back where dooty calls you. When you ceases to need my wife, Marie, send her back to camp, an" notify me tharof. Pendin" of which said notice, however," concloods Billy, turnin" to us after "Doby starts back, "w.i.l.l.yum an" me entertains.""
CHAPTER XIX.
MACE BOWMAN, SHERIFF.
"And so you think the trouble lies with the man and not with the whiskey?" I said.
The Old Cattleman and I were discussing "temperance."
"Right you be. This yere whiskey-drinkin"," continued the old gentleman as he toyed with his empty gla.s.s, "is a mighty cur"ous play. I knows gents as can tamper with their little old forty drops frequent an" reg"lar. As far as hurtin" of "em is concerned, it don"t come to throwin" water on a drowned rat. Then, ag"in, I"ve cut gents"s trails as drinkin" whiskey is like playin" a harp with a hammer. Which we-alls ain"t all upholstered alike; that"s whatever.
We don"t all show the same brands an" y"earmarks nohow: What"s med"cine for one is p"isen for t"other; an" thar you be.
"Bein" a reg"lar, reliable drunkard that a-way comes mighty near bein" a disease. It ain"t no question of nerve, neither. Some dead- game gents I knows--an" who"s that obstinate they wouldn"t move camp for a prairie-fire--couldn"t pester a little bit with whiskey.
"Thar"s my friend, Mace Bowman. Mace is clean strain cl"ar through, an" yet I don"t reckon he ever gets to a show-down with whiskey once which he ain"t outheld. But for grim nerve as"ll never shiver, this yere Bowman is at par every time.
"Bowman dies a prey to his ambition. He starts in once to drink all the whiskey in Wolfville. By his partic"lar request most of the white male people of the camp stands in on the deal, a-backin" his play for to make Wolfville a dry camp. At the close of them two lurid weeks Mace lasts, good jedges, like Enright an" Doc Peets, allows he"s sh.o.r.ely made it scarce some.
"But Wolfville"s too big for him. Any other gent but Mace would have roped at a smaller outfit, but that wouldn"t be Mace nohow. If thar"s a bigger camp than Wolfville anywhere about, that"s where he"d been. He"s mighty high-hearted an" ambitious that a-way, an"
it"s kill a bull or nothin" when he lines out for buffalo.
"But the thirteenth day, he strikes in on the big trail, where you never meets no outfits comin" back, an" that settles it. The boys, not havin" no leader, with Mace petered, gives up the game, an" the big raid on nose-paint in Wolfville is only hist"ry now.
"When I knows Bowman first he"s sheriff over in northeast New Mexico. A good sheriff Mace is, too. Thar ain"t nothin" gets run off while he"s sheriff, you bet. When he allows anythin"s his dooty, he lays for it permiscus. He"s a plumb sincere offishul that a-way.
"One time I recalls as how a wagon-train with households of folks into it camps two or three days where Mace is sheriff. These yere people"s headin" for some"ers down on the Rio Grande, aimin" to settle a whole lot. Mebby it"s the third mornin" along of sun-up when they strings out on the trail, an" we-alls thinks no more of "em. It"s gettin" about third-drink time when back rides a gent, sorter fretful like, an" allows he"s done shy a boy.
""When do you-all see this yere infant last?" says Mace.
""Why," says the gent, "I sh.o.r.ely has him yesterday, "cause my old woman done rounds "em up an" counts."
""What time is that yesterday?"
""Bout first-drink time," says the bereaved party.
""How many of these yere offsprings, corral count, do you-all lay claim to anyway?" asks Mace.
""Which I"ve got my brand onto "leven of "em," says the pore parent, beginnin" to sob a whole lot. "Of course this yere young-one gettin"
strayed this a-way leaves me short one. It makes it a mighty rough crossin", stranger, after bringin" that boy so far. The old woman, she bogs right down when she knows, an" I don"t reckon she"ll be the same he"pmeet to me onless I finds him ag"in."
""Oh, well," says Mace, tryin" to cheer this bereft person up, "we lose kyards in the shuffle which the same turns up all right in the deal; an" I reckons we-alls walks down this yearlin" of yours ag"in, too. What for brands or y"earmarks, does he show, so I"ll know him."
""As to brands an" y"earmarks," says the party, a-wipin" of his eye, "he"s shy a couple of teeth, bein" milk-teeth as he"s shed; an"
thar"s a mark on his for"ard where his mother swipes him with a dipper, that a-way, bringin" him up proper. That"s all I remembers quick."
"Mace tells the party to take a cinch on his feelin"s, an" stampedes over to the Mexican part of camp, which is called Chilili, on a scout for the boy. Whatever do you-all reckon"s become of him, son?
I"m a wolf if a Mexican ain"t somehow cut him out of the herd an"
stole him. Takes him in, same as you mavericks a calf. Why in the name of hoss-stealin" he ever yearns for that young-one is allers too many for me.
"When the abductor hears how Mace is on his trail, which he does from other Mexicans, he swings onto his bronco an" begins p"intin"
out, takin" boy an" all. But Mace has got too far up on him, an"
stops him mighty handy with a rifle. Mace could work a Winchester like you"d whirl a rope, an" the way he gets a bullet onder that black-an"-tan"s left wing don"t worry him a little bit. The bullet tears a hole through his lungs, an" the same bein" no further use for him to breathe with, he comes tumblin" like a shot pigeon, bringin" the party"s offspring with him.
"Which this yere is almighty flatterin" to Mace as a shot, an" it plumb tickles the boy"s sire. He allows he"s lived in Arkansaw, an"
sh.o.r.ely knows good shootin", an" this yere"s speshul good. An" then he corrals the Greaser"s skelp to take back with him.
""It"ll come handy to humor up the old woman with, when I gets back to camp," he says; so he tucks the skelp into his war-bags an"
thanks Mace for the interest he takes in his household.
""That"s all right," says Mace; "no trouble to curry a little short hoss like that."
"He shakes hands with the Arkansaw gent, an" we-alls rounds up to Bob Step"s an" gets a drink.