""Of course, Miss, says Enright, "we alls ain"t expectin" you to open this yere academy the first kyards off the deck. You needs time to line up your affairs, an" am likewise wrung with grief. You takes your leesure as to that; meanwhile of course your stipend goes on from now."
"But the little Sue girl couldn"t listen. Her paw is dead, an" now she"s due in the States. She says things is all right thar. She has friends as her paw never likes; but who"s friends of hers, an"
she"ll go to them.
""Well, Miss," says Enright, mighty regretful, "if that"s how it lays, I reckons you"ll go, so thar"s nothin" for us to do but settle up an" fork over some dust we owes your paw. He bein" now deceased, of course you represents."
"The girl couldn"t see how any one owes her paw, ""cause he"s been too sick to work," she says.
""We owes him all the same," says Enright, mighty ferocious. "We onderstands well enough how we comes to owe him, don"t we, Doc?"
""You can stack in your life we do," says Doc, plenty prompt an"
cheerful. "We-alls owes for his nailin" them hoss-thiefs when they tries to clean out the corral."
""That"s it," says Enright, "for ketchin" of some rustlers who lays for our stock. It"s all right, Miss; you needn"t look so doubtful.
You wouldn"t if you knowed this camp. It"s the last outfit on earth as would go an" give money to people. It"s a good straight camp, Wolfville is; but business is business, an" we ain"t pirootin"
"round none, givin" nothin" away, be we, Doc?"
""Not much," says Doc. "It"s enough for a gent to pay debts, without stampedin" "round makin" presents of things."
""That"s whatever," says Enright; "so Miss, me an Doc"ll vamos over to the Red Light an" get the dust, an" I reckons we"ll be back in an hour. I s"pose we owes Mister Wilkins about "five hundred dollars, don"t we, Doc?"
""Tain"t so much," says Doc, who"s guileful that a-way. As he sees the little Sue girl archin" for another buck, he pulls out a paper an" makes a bluff. "Yere it is,--four hundred an" ninety-three dollars an" seventy-four cents. I puts it down all accurate, "cause I don"t allow no sharp to come "round an" beat me none."
"We-alls throws "round an" makes up the pot to come to Doc"s figger- -which I wants to say right yere, Doc Peets is the ablest gent I ever sees--an" the little Sue girl has to take it.
"Which this money lets her out right, an" she cries an" thanks us, an" the next day she takes the stage for Tucson. We"re thar to say "good-by" an" wish the little Sue girl luck.
""Adios," says Peets, takin" off his hat to her; "it ain"t down on the bills none, but if you-all could manage to kiss this yere outfit once apiece, Miss, it would be regarded. You needn"t be afraid. Some of "em looks a little off, but they"re all right, an" b"ar huggin"
is barred."
"So the little Sue girl begins with Enright an" kisses us all, a- sobbin" meantime some free. As the affection proceeds, Cherokee sorter shoves back an" allows he"ll pa.s.s.
""Not any pa.s.s!" says Enright. "Any gent who throws off on that thar little Sue girl, she willin", needn"t look for any luck but lynchin"."
""That settles it," says Cherokee, "I saloots this yere lady."
"So he ups an" kisses the little Sue girl like she"s a hot flat- iron, an" backs into the crowd.
""Cherokee makes me tired," says Peets, who"s ridin" herd on the play. When it comes his turn he kisses her slow an" rapturous, an"
is contemptuous of Cherokee.
"When she"s in the stage a-startin", Cherokee walks up, all respectful.
""You"ve been away from the States some time, Miss," he says, "an"
it"s an even break you won"t find things the way you expects. Now, you remember, sh.o.r.e; whatever game"s bein" turned back thar, if it goes ag"in you, raise the long yell for a sharp called Cherokee Hall; an" his bank"s yours to go behind your play.""
CHAPTER IV.
THE WASHWOMAN"S WAR.
It was evening. The first dark foreshadowing of the coming night clothed all in half obscurity. But I knew the way; I could have travelled the little path at midnight. There he was, the Old Cattleman, under a favorite tree, the better to avoid the heavy dew.
He sat motionless and seemed to be soaking himself, as one might say, in the balmy weather of that hour.
My wisdom had ordered Jim, my black man, to attend my steps. The laconic, half-sad salutation of my old friend at once gave Black Jim a mission. He was dispatched in quest of stimulants. After certain exact and almost elaborate commands to Black Jim, and that useful African"s departure, I gently probed my companion with a question.
"No, thar"s nothin" the matter of me; sorter pensive, that"s all,"
was my return.
The Old Cattleman appeared silent and out of sorts. Following the coming of Black Jim, however, who brought a l.u.s.ty toddy, he yielded to a better mood.
"It simply means I"m gettin" old; my settin" "round balky this a- way. Thar"s some seventy wrinkles on my horns; nothin" young or recent about that. Which now it often happens to me, like it does to old folks general, that jest when it begins to grow night, I gets moody an" bad. Looks like my thoughts has been out on some mental feed-ground all day, an" they comes stringin" in like cattle to get bedded down for the night. Nacheral, I s"pose they sorter mills an"
stands "round oneasy like for a while before they lies down all comfortable. Old people partic"lar gets dissatisfied. If they"s single-footers like me an" ain"t wedded none; campin" "round at taverns an" findin" of "em mockeries; they wishes they has a wife a whole lot. If they be, they wish she"d go visit her folks. Gettin"
old that a-way an" lonely makes folks frequent mighty contrary.
"No, as I imparts to you yeretofore,--mebby it"s a month,--I never marries nothin". I reckons too, I"m in love one round-up an" another mighty near a dozen times. But somehow I allers lose the trail an"
never does run up with none of "em once.
"Down in the Brazos country thar was a little blue-eyed girl,--back forty years it is,--an" the way I adores her plumb tires people. I reckons I ropes at her more"n fifty times, but I never could fasten.
Thar comes a time when it looks powerful like I"m goin" to run my brand onto her; but she learns that Bill Jenks marks 150 calves the last spring round-up, an" me only forty, an" that settles it; she takes Jenks.
"It"s astonishin" how little I deems of this yere maiden after Bill gets her. Two months before, I"d rode my pony to death to look once in her eyes. She"s like sunshine in the woods to me, an" I dotes on every word she utters like it"s a roast apple. But after she gets to be Bill"s wife I cools complete.
"Not that lovin" Bill"s wife, with his genius for shootin" a pistol, is goin" to prove a picnic,--an" him sorter peevish an" hostile nacheral. But lettin" that go in the discard, I sh.o.r.e don"t care nothin" about her nohow when she"s Bill"s.
"I recalls that prior to them nuptials with Bill I gets that locoed lovin" this girl I goes bulgin" out to make some poetry over her. I compiles one stanza; an" I"m yere to remark it"s harder work than a June day in a brandin" pen. Ropin" an" flankin" calves an" standin"
off an old cow with one hand while you irons up her offspring with t"other, from sun-up till dark, is sedentary compared to makin"
stanzas. What was the on I makes? Well, you can bet a hoss I ain"t forgot it none.
""A beautiful woman is sh.o.r.ely a moon, The nights of your life to illoomine; She"s all that is graceful, guileful an" soon, Is woman, lovely woman."
"I"m plumb tangled up in my rope when I gets this far, an" I takes a lay-off. Before I gathers strength to tackle it ag"in, Jenks gets her; so bein" thar"s no longer nothin" tharin I never makes a finish. I allers allowed it would have been a powerful good poem if I"d stampeded along cl"ar through.
"Yes, son; women that a-way is sh.o.r.ely rangy cattle an" allers on the move. Thar"s a time once when two of "em comes mighty near splittin" Wolfville wide open an" leavin" it on both sides of the trail. All that ever saves the day is the ca"m jedgement an"
prompt.i.tood of Old Man Enright.
"This is how Wolfville walks into this petticoat ambush. The camp is gettin" along all peaceful an" serene an" man-fashion. Thar"s the post-office for our letters; thar"s the Red Light for our bug-juice; thar"s the O. K. Restauraw for our grub; an" thar"s the stage an"
our ponies to pull our freight with when Wolfville life begins to pull on us as too pastoral, an" we thirsts for the meetropolitan gayety of Tucson.
"As I says we alls has all that heart can hunger for; that is hunger on the squar".
"Among other things, thar"s a c.h.i.n.k runnin" a laundry an" a-doin" of our washin". This yere tub-trundler"s name is Lung, which, however.
brands no cattle yere.
"It"s one afternoon when Doc Peets gets a letter from a barkeep over