"The avaricious gent slowly gets up his last peso; he"s out on a limb, an" he somehow begins to feel it. When the money"s up, Cherokee throws down three aces an" a pa"r of nines, an" rakes the dust.
""Next time," says Cherokee, "don"t come fomentin" "round poker games which is strangers to you complete. Moreover, don"t let a gent talk you into fal"cies touchin" his hand. Which I"m the proud proprietor of them three aces when I breaks the pot. You-all lose this time; but if you"ll only paste them dogmas I gives you in your sombrero, an" read "em over from time to time, you"ll notice they flows a profit. We three, "concloodes Cherokee, turnin" ag"in to Dan an" Ellis, "will now resoome our wrong-doin" at the p"int where this yere former plootocrat interrupts. A benign Providence has fixed me plenty strong. Wherefore, if either of you sports should tap me for a handful of hundreds, them veins of mine will stand the drain. Dan, it"s your deal.""
CHAPTER VIII
The Treachery of Curly Ben
"ere! you black boy, Tom!" and the Old Cattleman"s voice rose loudly as he commanded the approach of that buoyant servitor, who supervised his master"s destinies, and performed in the triangular role of valet, guardian and friend. "Yere, you; go to the barkeep of this tavern an" tell him to frame me up a pitcher of that peach brandy an" honey the way I shows him how. An" when he"s got her organized, bring it out to us with two gla.s.ses by the fire. You-all ain"t filin" no objections to a drink, be you?" This last was to me.
"As for me, personal," he continued, "you can put down a bet I"m as dry as a covered bridge." I readily a.s.sented to peach and honey. I would agree to raw whiskey if it were needed to appease him and permit me to remain in his graces.
"Thar"s one thing, one redeemin" thing I might say, about the East,"
he went on, when the peach and honey appeared, "an" the same claims my respects entire; that"s its nose-paint. Which we sh.o.r.ely suffers in the Southwest from beverages of the most ornery kind."
"There"s a word I"ve wanted to ask you about more than once," I said. "What do you mean by "ornery," and where do you get it?"
"Where do I get it?" he responded, with a tinge of scorn. "Where do I rope onto any word? I jest nacherally reaches out an" acquires it a whole lot, like I do the rest of the language I employs. As for what it means, I would have allowed that any gent who escapes bein"
as weak-minded as Thompson"s colt--an" that cayouse is that imbecile he used tos wim a river to get a drink--would hesitate with shame to ask sech questions.
""Ornery" is a word the meanin" whereof is goin" to depend a heap on what you brands with it." This was said like an oracle. "Also, the same means more or less accordin" to who all puts the word in play.
I remembers a mighty decent sort of sport, old Cape Willingham it is; an" yet Dan Boggs is forever referrin" to old Cape as "ornery."
An" I reckon Dan thinks he is. Which the trouble with Cape, from Dan"s standpoint, is this: Cape is one of these yere precise parties, acc"rate as to all he does, an" plenty partic"lar about his looks. An Osage buck, paintin" for a dance, wouldn"t worry more over his feachers, an" the way the ocher should be streaked on.
"Now this yere Cape is shy an eye, where an Apache pokes it out with a lance, back in Cochise"s time; an", as he regyards his countenance as seemin" over rocky, bein" redooced to one eye as I relates, he sends East an" gets a gla.s.s eye. This ain"t where Cape"s technical"ties about his looks trails in, however; an", if he had paused thar in his rehabilitations, Boggs allers put it up he"d a- found no fault. But Cape notices that about tenth drink time his sh.o.r.e-enough eye begins for to show up bloodshot, an" is a bad mate for the gla.s.s eye, the same bein" onaffected by drink. So what does Cape do but have a bloodshot eye made, an" takes to packin" the same on his person constant. As Cape drinks his forty drops all commodious, he sort o" keeps tabs on himse"f in the lookin" gla.s.s back of the bar; an" when the good eye commences to turn red with them libations he"s countin" into the corral, he ups an" shifts his bresh; digs out the white eye an" plants the drunken eye in the place.
"Sh.o.r.e! none of us cares except Dan Boggs; but Dan feels it to that extent, it"s all Colonel Sterett an" Doc Peets an" Old Man Enright can do, added to Dan"s bein" by nacher a born gent that a-way, to keep Dan from mentionin" it to old Cape.
""A gent who comes from a good fam"ly, like you-all," says Old Man Enright to Dan, sort o" soothin" of him, "oughter be removed above makin" comments on pore old Cape shiftin" his optics. Troo! it"s a weakness, but where is the sport who hasn"t weaknesses likewise.
Which you-all is a mighty sight to one side of bein" perfect yourse"f, Dan, an" yet we don"t go "round breakin" the information off in you every tinic you makes a queer play. An" you must b"ar with Cape, an" them caprices of his." ""I ain"t denyin" nothin","
declar"s Dan. "I"m the last longhorn in Wolfville to be revilin" old Cape, an" refoosin" him his plain American right to go pirootin"
"round among his eyes as suits his taste. But I"m a mighty nervous man that a-way, an" Cape knows, or oughter know, how, as I states, I"m nacherally all onstrung, an" that his carryin"s on with them eyes gives me the fantods. Onder all the circ.u.mstances, I claims his conduct is ornery, an" not what a invalid like me has a right to expect."
"No; Dan never says nothin" to Cape; or does anythin" "cept talk to Enright an" the rest of us about how he can"t stand Cape shiftin"
them eyes. An" it ain"t affectation on the part of Dan; he sh.o.r.ely feels them shifts. Many a time, when it"s go to be red eye time with Cape, an" as the latter is scroop"lously makin" said transfers, have I beheld Dan arise in silent agony, an" go to bite hunks outen a pine shelf that is built on the Red Light wall.
""Which that ornery Cape," says Dan, as he picks the splinters from his mouth after sech exercises, "would drive me as locoed as a coyote if I don"t take refooge in some sech play like that."
"But, as I su"gests about this term "ornery;" it depends a lot on who uses it, an" what for. Now Dan never refers to old Cape except as "ornery;" while Enright an" the rest of us sees nothin" from soda to hock in Cape, doorin" them few months he mingles with us, which merits sech obloquys.
"No; ornery is a word that means what it says an" is sh.o.r.e deescriptif. Coyotes is ornery, sheep is ornery; an" them low-flung hoomans who herds sheep is ornery, speshul. Of course, the term has misapplications; as an extreme case, I"ve even heard ign"rant tenderfeet who alloodes to the whole West as "ornery." But them folks is too debased an" too darkened to demand comments."
"You are very loyal to the West," I remarked.
"Which I sh.o.r.ely oughter be," retorted the old gentleman. "The West has been some loyal to me. Troo! it stands to reason that a party fresh from the East, where the horns has been knocked offen everythin" for two or three hundred years, an" conditions genial is as soft as a goose-ha"r pillow, is goin" to notice some turgid changes when he lands in Arizona. But a shorthorn, that a-way, should reserve his jedgment till he gets acquainted, or gets lynched, or otherwise experiences the West in its troo colors. While Arizona, for speciment, don"t go up an" put her arms about the neck of every towerist that comes chargin" into camp, her failure to perform said rites arises rather from dignity than hauteur. Arizona don"t put on dog; but she has her se"f-respectin" ways, an" stands a pat hand on towerists.
"If I was called on to lay out a system to guide a tenderfoot who is considerin" on makin" Arizona his home-camp, I"d advise him to make his deboo in that territory in a sperit of ca"m an" silent se"f- reliance. Sech a gent might reside in Wolfville, say three months.
He might meet her citizens, buck her faro-banks, drink her nose- paint, shake a hilarious hoof in her hurdy gurdies, ask for his letters, or change in whatever sums seems meet to him at the New York Store for shirts. Also, he might come b.u.t.tin" along into the O.
K. Restauraw three times a day with the balance of the band, an"
Missis Rucker would sh.o.r.ely turn her grub-game for him, for the limit if he so pleased. But still, most likely every gent in camp would maintain doorin" his novitiate a decent distance with this yere stranger; they wouldn"t onbuckle an" be drunk with him free an"
social like, an" with the bridle off, like pards who has crossed the plains together an" seen extremes. All this, with a chill onto it, a tenderfoot would find himse"f ag"inst for the first few months in Wolfville.
"An" yet, my steer to him would be not to get discouraged. The camp"s sizin" him up; that"s all. If he perseveres, ca"m an"
c"llected like I states, along the trail of his destiny, he"ll sh.o.r.e come winner on the deal. At the end of three months, or mebby in onusual cases four months, jest as this yere maverick is goin" into the dance hall, or mebby the Red Light, some gent will chunk him one in the back with his shet fist an" say, "How be you? You double- dealin", cattle-stealin", foogitive son of a murdererin" hoss-thief, how be you?"
"Now, right thar is whar this yere shorthorn wants to maintain his presence of mind. He don"t want to go makin" no vain plays for his six-shooter, or indulge in no sour ranikaboo retorts. That gent likes him. With Wolfville social conditions, this yere greetin" is what you sports who comes from the far No"th calls "the beginnin" of the thaw. The ice is breakin" up; an" if our candidate sets in his saddle steady an" with wisdom at this back-thumpin", name-callin"
epock, an" don"t take to millin" "round for trouble, in two minutes him an" that gregar"ous gent who"s accosted him is drinkin" an"
fraternizin" together like two stage hold-ups in a strange camp. The West ain"t ornery; she"s simply reserved a whole lot.
"Mighty likely now," continued my friend, following a profound pause which was comfortably filled with peach and honey; "it"s mighty likely now, comin" down to folks, that the most ornery party I ever knows is Curly Ben. This yere Ben is killed, final; clowned by old Captain Moon. Thar"s a strange circ.u.mstance attendin", as the papers say, the obliteration of this Curly Ben, an" it makes a heap of an impression on me at the time. It shows how the instinct to do things, that a bent is allers carryin" "round in his mind, gets sort o" located in his nerves mebby, an" he"ll do "em without his intellects ridin" herd on the play--do "em like Curly Ben does, after his light is out complete.
"This yere is what I"m trailin" up to: When Captain Moon fetches Curly Ben that time, Curly is playin" kyards. He"s jest dealin", when, onbeknown to him, Moon comes Injunin" up from the r"ar surrept.i.tious, an" drills Curly Ben through the head; an" the bullet bein" a "45 Colt"s--for Moon ain"t toyin" with Curly an" means business--goes plumb through an" emerges from onder Curly Ben"s off eye. For that matter, it breaks the arm of a party who"s playin"
opp"site to Curly, an" who is skinnin" his pasteboards at the time, thinkin" nothin" of war. Which the queer part is this: Curly, as I states--an" he never knows what hits him, an" is as dead as Santa Anna in a moment--is dealin" the kyards. He"s got the deck in his hands. An" yet, when the public picks Curly off the floor, he"s pulled his two guns, an" has got one c.o.c.ked. Now what do you--all deem of that for the workin" of a left-over impulse when a gent is dead?
"But, as I remarks yeretofore, Curly Ben is the most ornery person I ever overtakes, an" the feelin"s of the camp is in nowise laid waste when Moon adds him to the list that time in the Red Light bar. It"s this a-way:
"It"s about a month before, when Captain Moon an" his nephy, with two 8-mule teams and four big three-an"-a-half Bain wagons, two lead an" two trail they be, comes freightin" out of Silver City with their eyes on Wolfville. It"s the fourth night out, an" they"re camped near a Injun agency. About midnight a half dozen of the bucks comes scoutin" "round their camp, allowin" to a moral certainty they"ll see what"s loose an" little enough for "em to pull. The aborigines makes the error of goin" up the wind from Moon"s mules, which is grazin" about with hobbles on, an" them sagacious anamiles actooally has fits. It"s a fact, if you want to see a mule go plumb into the air an" remain, jest let him get a good, ample, onmistakable smell of a Injun! It simply onhinges his reason; he ain"t no more responsible than a cimmaron sheep. No, it ain"t that the savage is out to do anything oncommon to the mule; it"s merely one of the mule"s illoosions, as I"ve told you once before. Jest the same, if them Injuns is comin" to braid his tail an" braid it tight, that mule couldn"t feel more frantic.
"When these yere faithful mules takes to surgin" about the scene on two feet, Moon"s nephy grabs a Winchester an" pumps a load or so into the darkness for gen"ral results. An" he has a heap of luck. He sh.o.r.ely stops one of them Apaches in his lopin" up, an" down the land for good an" all.
"In less than no time the whole tribe is down on Captain Moon an"
his nephy, demandin" blood. Thar"s plenty of some sorts of wisdom about a savage, an" these yere Apaches ain"t runnin" right in on Moon an" his relatif neither. They was perfeekly familiar with the accoomulation of cartridges in a Winchester, an" tharfore goes about the stirrin" up of Moon an" that nepby plumb wary.
"Moon an" the boy goes in between the wagons, blazin" an" bangin"
away at whatever moves or makes a noise; an" as they"ve been all through sech festivals before, they regyards their final chances to be as good as an even break, or better.
"While them Apaches is dodgin" about among the rocks, an" howlin"
contempt, an" pa.s.sin" resolootions of revenge touchin" the two Moons, the Injun agent comes troopin" along. He seeks to round-up his savages an" herd "em back to the agency. The Apaches, on their side, is demandin" the capture of the nephy Moon for sp"ilin" one of their young men.
"The agent is a prairie dog jest out from the East, an" don"t know half as much about what"s goin" on inside of a Apache as a horned toad. He comes down to the aige of hostil"ties, as you-all might call it, an" makes Moon an" his Winchester workin" nephy a speech.
He addresses "em a whole lot on the enormity of downin" Apaches who goes prowlin" about an" scarin" up your mules at midnight, in what this yere witless agent calls a "motif of childish cur"osity," an"
he winds up the powwow with demandin" the surrender of the "hom"cide."
""Surrender nothin"!" says Captain Moon. "You tell your Injuns to line out for their camp; an" don"t you yourse"f get too zealous neither an" come too clost, or as sh.o.r.e as I casts my first vote for Matty Van Buren, I"ll plug you plumb center."
"But the nephy, he thinks different. In spite of Captain Moon"s protests, he gives himse"f up to the agent on the promise of protection.
""You"re gone, lad," says Moon, when the nephy insists on yieldin"; "you won"t last as long as a pint of whiskey in a five-hand poker game."
"But this yere young Moon is obdurate an" goes over an" gives himse"f to the agent, who puts it up he"ll send him to Prescott to be tried in co"t for beefin" the mule-thief Apache that a-way.
"Sh.o.r.e! it turns out jest as Captain Moon says. Before they"d gone a half mile, them wards of the gov"ment, as I once hears a big chief from Washin"ton call "em, takes the nephy from this yere fallacious agent an" by fourth drink time that mornin", or when it"s been sun- up three hours, that nephy is nothin" but a mem"ry.
"How do they kill him? In a fashion which, from the coigne your Apache views things, does "em proud. That nephy is immolated as follows: They ropes him out, wrist an" ankle, with four lariats; pegs him out like he"s a hide they"re goin" to dry. Thar"s a big ant hill close at hand; it"s with reference to this yere ant colony that the nephy is staked out. In three hours from the tune them ants gets the word from the Apaches, they"ve done eat the nephy up, an" the last vest.i.tch of him plumb disappears with the last ant, as the latter resoomes his labors onder the earth.
"Why, sh.o.r.e! these yere ants"ll eat folks. They re-yards sech reepasts as festivals, an" seasons of reelaxation from the sterner dooties of a ant. I recalls once how we loses Locoed Charlie, which demented party I b"lieve I mentions to you prior. This yere Charlie takes a day off from where he"s workin"--at least he calls it labor- -at the stage corrals, an" goes curvin" over to Red Dog. Charlie tanks up on the whiskey of that hamlet, compared to which the worst nose-paint ever sold in Wolfville is nectar. They palms off mebby it"s a quart of this jooce on Charlie, an" then he p"ints out for Wolfville.