"As we p"ints out from the O.K. House, where them Britons has been wrastlin" their chuck pendin" the start, Tucson Jennie is thar sayin" "goodby" to Dave. I notes then she ain"t tickled to death none about somethin", but don"t deem nothin" speshul of it.
"The Britons is made up of two gents, mebby as old as Enright-- brothers is what they be--an" a female who"s the daughter of one of "em. Which thar"s nothin" recent about this yere lady, though; an" I reckons she"s mighty likely forty years old. I learns later, however, it"s this female which Tucson Jennie resents when she says "adios" to Dave.
"It sh.o.r.e strikes me now, when years is pa.s.sed, as some marv"lous how a han"some, corn-fed female like Tucson Jennie manages to found a fight with Dave over this yere towerist woman. I"m nacherally slow to go decidin" bets ag"in a lady"s looks, but whatever Tucson Jennie sees in the appearance of this person which is likely to inviggle Dave is too many for me. I softens the statement a heap when I says she"s uglier than a Mexican sheep.
"However, that don"t seem to occur to Tucson Jennie; an" Doc Peets-- who"s the wisest sharp in Arizona--allows to me afterwards as how Tucson Jennie is cuttin" the kyards with herse"f desp"rate to see whether she declar"s war at the very time we makes our start. If she does, she turns the low kyard, for she don"t say nothin", an" we gets away, an" all is profound peace.
"Four days later we"re in camp by a water-hole in the frill of the foot-hills. The Britons has got up a wall tent an" is sh.o.r.ely havin"
a high an" lavish time. Dave an" me ain"t payin" no attention to "em speshul, as we don"t see how none is needed. Besides, we has some hard ridin" to do lookin" up places for a line of sign camps.
"It"s the second day when we notices an outfit of Injuns camped down the valley from us. They"s all serene an" peaceful enough; with squaws, papooses, an" dogs; an" ain"t thinkin" no more of bein"
hostile than we be.
"Of course, no sooner does these yere Britons of ours behold this band of savages than they has to go projectin" round "em. That"s the worst thing about a towerist; he"s that loaded with cur"osity, an"
that gregar"ous an" amiable, he has to go foolin" "round every stranger lie tracks up with. In their ign"rance they even gets that roode an" insultin" at times, that I knows "em who"s that regardless an" imp"lite as to up an" ask a rank stranger that a-way to pa.s.s"em his gun to look at.
"An" so, as I says, no sooner does them Injuns get near us, than them three blessed foreigners is over after "em; ropin" at em" with questions an" invadin" of "em, an" examinin" of "em like the whole tribe"s for sale an" they aims to acquire "em if figgers is reasonable.
"I never does know what the female towerist says or does to that partic"lar aborigine-nothin" most likely; but it ain"t a day when one of them Injuns settles it with himse"f he wants to wed her. The towerists is in ign"rance of the views of this savage, who goes about dealin" his game Injun fashion.
"It"s this a-way: Dave an" me trails in one evenin" some weary an"
played; it"s been a hard ride that day. Which the first thing we lays eyes on at the camp sh.o.r.ely livens us up a lot. Thar, tied to the wagon-wheels, is nine ponies, which the same belongs to the Injuns.
""Whatever be these y ere broncos doin" yere?" says Dave, for we allows, the first dash outen the box, mebby the Britons makes a purchase.
"One of the towerists tells a long an" delighted story about the gen"rosity of the Injuns.
""Actooally," says this towerist,"them gen"rous savages leads up these yere nine ponies an" donates "em."
"Dave an" me asks questions; and all thar is to the deal--which it"s sh.o.r.e enough to bust Dave"s fam"ly before it"s over--them Injuns brings up the nine ponies all respectful, an" leaves "em hobbled out, mebby it"s a hundred yards from the Britons, an" rides away.
The Britons, deemin" this bluff as in the line of gifts, capers over an" possesses themse"fs of the ponies an" leads "em in. That"s the outside of the store.
""Well, stranger," says Dave in reply, takin" of the towerist one side, "I ain"t aimin" to discourage you none, but you-alls has gone an" got all tangled up in your lariat."
""What for an ontanglement is it?" asks the towerist.
""Nothin"," says Dave, sorter breakin" it to him easy, "nothin", only you"ve done married your daughter to one of them Injuns."
"When Dave announces this yere trooth it sh.o.r.e looks like the Briton"s goin" to need whiskey to uphold himse"f. But he reorganizes, an" Dave explains that the Injuns, when they trails in with the ponies, is simply shufflin" for a weddin"; they"s offerin"
what they-alls calls a "price" for the woman.
""An" when you-alls leads in the ponies," says Dave,"that settles it. You agrees to deal right thar. To-morrow, now, this yere buck, whoever he is, will come surgin" in with his relations plumb down to third cousins; an" he expects you"ll be dead ready to feed "em, an"
wind up the orgy by pa.s.sin" over the bride."
"You can bet them reecitals of Dave"s is plenty horrible to the towerist. He allows we must keep it from his daughter; an" then he puts hip whole outfit in Dave"s hands, to get "em safe onto high grounds.
""Can"t we pull our freight in the night?"says the towerist, an"
he"s sh.o.r.ely anxious.
""Too much moon," says Dave; "an" then, ag"in, the whole Injun outfit"s below us in the draw, an" we never gets by once in a thousand times. No," goes on Dave, "one sh.o.r.e thing we can"t back out nor crawl off. We-alls has to play the hand plumb through:
"Then Dave tells the towerist him an" me talks over this yere weddin" which he done goes into so inadvertent; an" if thar"s a chance to save him from becomin" a father-in-law abrupt, we"ll play it to win.
""This yere is the only wagon-track out; says Dave to me, after we pow-wows an hour. "You go down to them Injuns, an" find the right buck that a-way, an" tell him the squaw"s got a buck now. Tell him he"s barred. Which at this p"int in your revelations he"s due to offer a fight, an" of course you takes him. Tell him at first-drink time to-morrow mornin" he finds me ready to fight for the squaw."
""This whole business makes metired, though," says Dave, a heap disgustad. " If these eediots had let them Injuns alone-, or even if they disdains the ponies when they was brought up, this yere could be fixed easy. But now it"s fight or give up the woman, so you go down, as I says, an" arrange for the dance."
"Of course thar"s no explainin" nothin" to Injuns. You might as well waste time expoundin" to coyotes an" jack-rabbits. All that"s left for me to do is trail out after my savage, as Dave says, an" notify him that this weddin" he pro. poses is postponed an" all bets is off.
"I finds him easy enough, an" saws it off on him in Spanish how the game stacks up. But he ain"t cheerful about it, an" displays a mighty baleful sperit. Jest as Tutt allows he"s out to shoot for the squaw in a minute, an" as thar"s no gettin" away from it, I tells him to paint himse"f for war an" come a-runnin".
"I has to carry a hard face; for we"re sh.o.r.ely in for it. Yere we be four days from Wolfville, an" the Injuns--an" I reckons thar"s twenty bucks in the outfit-is camped in between us an" he"p.
"This Injun who"s after the woman is named Black Dog. The next mornin" Tutt saddles up an" rides off to one side of our camp, mebby it"s a quarter of a mile, an" then gets offen his pony an" stands thar. We-alls don"t onfold to the towerists the details of the deal, not even to the Injun"s father-in-law. The towerist female is that ign"rant of what"s going" on, she"s pesterin" "round all onconscious, makin" bakin"-powder biscuit at the time. I looks at her close, an" I wonders even yet what that Black Dog"s thinkin" of.
But I don"t get much time to be disgusted over this Black Dog"s taste before he comes p"intin" out from among his people.
"The sun"s jest gettin" over the hills to the east, an", as it strikes him, he"s sh.o.r.e a fash"nable lookin" Injun. He ain"t got nothin" on but a war-bunnit an" a coat of paint. The rest of his trousseau he confines to his Winchester an" belt. He"s on his war- pony, an" the bronco"s stripped as bare as this Black Dog is; not a strap from muzzle to tail. This bridegroom Injun"s tied its mane full of ribbons, an" throws a red blanket across his pony"s withers for general effects. Take it all over, he"s a nifty-lookin" savage.
"So far as the dooel goes, Dave ain"t runnin" no resk. He stands thar on the ground an" keeps his hoss between him an" this yere Black Dog. It"s a play which forces the bridegroom"s hand, too. He"s due, bein" Injun, to go cirelin" Dave an" do his shootin" on the canter.
"An" that"s what this weak-minded savage does. He breaks into a lope an" goes sailin" "round Dave like a hawk. Durin" them exercises he lays over on the shoulder of his hoss an" bangs away from onder its neck with one hand, permiscus.
"This is mere frivolity. Thar ain"t no white gent who could shoot none onder sech conditions; an" Injuns can"t shoot nohow. They don"t savey a hind sight. An", as I remarks, if Dave"s. .h.i.t any, it"s goin"
to sh.o.r.ely be an accident, an" accidents don"t happen none in Arizona; leastwise not with guns.
"Mebby this Black Dog"s banged away three times, when Dave, who"s been followin" of him, through the sights for thirty seconds, onhooks his rifle, an" the deal comes to a full stop. Dave"s shootin" a Sharp"s, with a hundred an" twenty grains of powder, an"
the way he sends a bullet plumb through that war-pony an" this yere Black Dog, who"s hangin" on its off side, don"t bother him a bit.
The pony an" the Black Dog goes over on their heads.
"Dave rides in, an" brings the blanket an" war-bunnit. Even then, the female towerist, which is the object of the meetin", don"t seem informed none of the course of events. The fact is, she never does acquire the rights of it till we-alls is two days back on the return trail.
"Thar"s no more bother. Injuns is partic"lar people, that a-way, about etiquette as they saveys it, an" followin" Dave"s downin" this Black Dog they ain"t makin" a moan or a move. They takes it plenty solemn an" mute, an" goes to layin" out the Black Dog"s obsequies without no more notice of us. It"s a squar deal; they sees that; an"
they ain"t filin" no objections. As for our end of the game, we moves out for Wolfville, makin" no idle delays whatever.
"Goin" in, Dave, after thinkin" some, su"gests to me that it"s likely to be a heap good story not to tell Tucson Jennie.
""Females is illogical, that a-way," says Dave, "an" I ain"t goin"
to have time to eddicate Jennie to a proper view of this yere. So I reckons it"s goin" to be a crafty play not to tell her."
"The Britons has been gone two weeks when Tucson Jennie learns the story. Them towerists is plumb weary of Arizona when we trails into Wolfville, an" don"t seem to tarry a second before they lines out for Tucson.
""They jest hits a high place or two," says Jack Moore, after he hears of them designs of the Black Dog, "an" they"ll be "way yonder out of the country. I don"t reckon none of "em"ll ever come back soon, neither."
"But it"s the towerist woman makes the trouble from start to finish.
It"s a letter from her which she writes back to Dave, allowin"
she"ll thank him some more as her preserver, that brings the news to Jennie. Tucson Jennie gets this missive, an" ups an" rifles an"
reads it to herse"f a whole lot. It"s then Tucson Jennie gives it out cold, Dave is breakin" her heart, an" tharupon prances "round for her shaker an" goes over to Missis Rucker"s.
"The whole camp knows the story in an hour, an" while we-ails sympathizes with Dave of course, no one"s blamin" Tucson Jennie.