""It"s a week later," goes on Jack Moore, "when I encounters this sport Woodruff in Howard"s store over in Tascosa. I stands him up an" asks whatever he"s shootin" me up for that day near the Serrita la Cruz.
""" Which I never sees you nohow," replies this yere Woodruff.
laughin". "I never cuts down on you with no Winchester, for if I did, I"d got you a whole lot. You bein" yere all petulant an"
irritated is mighty good proof I never is shootin" none at you, But bein" you"re new to the Canadian country an" to Texas, let me give you a few p"inters on cow ettyquette an" range manners. Whenever you notes a gent afar off with a fire goin" an" a yearlin" throwed an"
hawg-tied ready to mark up a heap with his own private hieroglyphics, don"t you-all go pesterin" "round him. He ain"t good company, sech a gent ain"t. Don"t go near him. It"s ag"in the law in Texas to brand calves lonely an" forlorn that a-way, without stoppin" to herd "em over to some well-known corral, an" the punishment it threatens, bein" several years in Huntsville, makes a gent when he"s violatin" it a heap misanthropic, an" he don"t hunger none for folks to come ridin" up to see about whatever he reckons he"s at. Mebby later them visitors gets roped up before a co"t, or jury, to tell whatever they may know. So, as I says, an" merely statin" a great trooth in Texas ettyquette, yereafter on beholdin" a fellow-bein" with a calf laid out to mark, don"t go near him a little bit. It"s manners to turn your back onto him an" ignore him plumb severe. He"s a crim"nal, an" any se"f-respectin" gent is jestified in refoosin" to affiliate with him. Wherefore, you ride away from every outcast you tracks up ag"inst who is engaged like you says this onknown party is the day he fetches loose his Winchester at you over by the Serrita la Cruz."
"That"s what this Woodruff says," concloodes Jack, windin" up his interruption, "about what"s manners in Texas; an" when it"s made explicit that away, I sees the force of his p"sition. Woodruff an"
me buys nose-paint for each other, shakes hearty, an" drops the discussion. But it sh.o.r.ely comes to this: manners, as Texas declar"s, is sometimes born of geography, an" what goes for polish an" the p"lite play in St. Looey may not do none for Texas."
""Mighty likely," says Old Man Enright, "what Texas Thompson an"
Jack Moore interjecks yere is dead c"rrect; but after all this question about what"s manners is "way to one side of the main trail.
I tharfore su"gests at this crisis that Black Jack do his best with a bottle, an" when every gent has got his p"ison, Dave Tutt proceeds for"ard with the killin" of this Jack Rainey." ""Goin" on as to said Rainey," observes Tutt, followin" them remarks of Enright, "as I explains when Texas an" Moore runs me down with them interestin"
outbreaks, Rainey gets ag"inst it over in a jimcrow camp called Lido; an" this yere is a long spell ago. ""Rainey turns in an"
charters every bar in Lido, an" gets his brand onto all the nose- paint. He"s out to give the camp an orgy, an" not a gent can spend a splinter or lose a chip to any bar for a week. Them"s Jack Rainey"s commands. A sport orders his forty drops, an" the barkeep p.r.i.c.ks it onto a tab; at the end of a week Jack Rainey settles all along the line, an" the "saturnalia," as historians calls "em, is over. I might add that Jack Rainey gives way to these yere charities once a year, an the camp of Lido is plumb used tharto an" approves tharof.
""On this sad o"casion when Jack Rainey gets killed, this yore excellent custom he invents is in full swing. Thar"s notices printed plenty big, an" posted up in every drink-shop from the dance hall to the Sunflower saloon; which they reads as follows RUIN! RUIN! RUIN!
CUT LOOSE!
JACK RAINEY MAKES GOOD ALL DRINKS FOR ONE WEEK. NAME YOUR POISON!
""At this yere time, it"s about half through Jack Rainey"s week, an" the pop"lace of Lido, in consequence, is plumb happy an"
content. They"re holdin" co"t at the time; the same bein" the first jestice, legal, which is dealt out in Lido."
""An" do you--all know," puts in Dan Boggs, who"s listenin" to Tutt, "I"m mighty distrustful of co"ts. You go to holdin" of "em, an" it looks like everybody gets wrought up to frenzy ontil life where them forums is held ain"t safe for a second. I shall sh.o.r.ely deplore the day when a co"t goes to openin" its game in Wolfville. It"s "adios"
to liberty an" peace an" safety from that time."
""You can go a yellow stack," remarks Texas Thompson, who sets than plumb loquacious an" locoed to get in a speech, "that Boggs sizes up right about them triboonals. They"rc a disturbin" element in any commoonity. I knowed a town in Texas which is that peaceful it"s pastoral--that"s what it is, it"s like a sheep-fold, it"s so mcck an" easy--ontil one day they ups an" plays a co"t an" jedge an" jury on that camp; rings in a herd of law sharps, an" a pa.s.sel of rangers with Winchesters to back the deal. The town"s that fretted tharat it gets full of nose-paint to the brim, an" then hops into the street for gen"ral practice with its guns. In the mornin" the round-up shows two dead an" five wounded, an" all for openin" co"t on an outfit which is too frail to stand the strain of so much justice to stand onexpected." ""As I"m engaged in remarkin"," says Tutt, after Boggs an" Texas is redooced to quiet ag"in--Tutt bein" married most likely is used to interruptions, an" is sh.o.r.e patient that a-way-- "as I states, they"re holdin" co"t, an" this day they emanc.i.p.ates from prison a party named Caribou Sam. They tries to prove this Caribou Sam is a hoss-thief, but couldn"t fill on the draw, an" so Caribou works free of "em an" is what they calls ""quitted."
""As soon as ever the marshal takes the hobbles off this Caribou Sam--he"s been held a captif off some"ers an" is packed into Lido onder gyard to be tried a lot--this yore malefactor comes bulgin"
into the Sunflower an" declar"s for fire-water. The barkeep deals to him, an" Caribou Sam is a.s.suaged.
""When he goes to pay, a gent who"s standin" near shoves back his dust, an" says: "This is Jack Rainey"s week--it"s the great annyooal festival of Jack Rainey, an" your money"s no good."
"""But I aims to drink some more poco tiempo," says this Caribou Sam, who is new to Lido, an" never yet hears of Jack Rainey an" his little game, "an" before I permits a gent to subsidize my thirst, an" go stackin" in for my base appet.i.tes, you can gamble I want to meet him an" make his acquaintance. Where is this yere sport Jack Rainey, an" whatever is he doin" this on?"
""The party who shoves Caribou"s dinero off the bar, tells him he can"t pay, an" explains the play, an" exhorts him to drink free an"
frequent an" keep his chips in his war-bags.
"""As I tells you," says this party to Caribou, "my friend Jack Rainey has treed the camp, an" no money goes yere but his till his further commands is known. Fill your hide, but don"t flourish no funds, or go enlargin" on any weakness you has for buyin" your own licker. As for seein" Jack Rainey, it"s plumb impossible. He"s got too full to visit folks or be visited by "em; but he"s upsta"rs on some blankets, an" if his reason is restored by tomorry, you sends up your kyard an" pays him your regyards--pendin" of which social function, take another drink. Barkeep, pump another dose into this stranger, an" charge the same to Jack."
"""This yere sounds good," says Caribou Sam, "but it don"t win over me. Ontil I sees this person Rainey, I shall sh.o.r.ely decline all bottles which is presented in his name. I"ve had a close call about a bronco I stole to-day, an" when the jury makes a verdict that they"re sorry to say the evidence ain"t enough to convict, the jedge warns me to be a heap careful of the company I maintains. He exhorts me to live down my past, or failin" which he"ll hang me yet. With this bluff from the bench ringin" in my years, I shall refoose drinks with all onknown sots, ontil I sees for myse"f they"s proper characters for me to be sociable with. Tharfore, barkeep, I renoo my determination to pay for them drinks; at the same tune, I orders another round. Do you turn for me or no?" """Not none you don"t,"
says the friend of Jack Rainey. "You can drink, but you can"t pay-- leastwise, you-all can"t pay without gettin" all sort o" action on your money. This Rainey you"re worried about is as good a gent as me, an" not at all likely to shake the standin" of a common hoss- thief by merely buyin" his nose-paint."
"""Mine is sh.o.r.ely a difficult p"sition," says Caribou Sam. "What you imparts is scarce encouragin." If this yere Rainey ain"t no improvement onto you, I absolootely weakens on him an" turns aside from all relations of his proposin". I"m in mighty bad report as the game stands, an" I tharfore insists ag"in on payin" for my own war medicine, as bein" a move necessary to protect my att.i.toodes before the public."
With thesc yere observations, Caribou Sam makes a bluff at the barkeep with a handful of money. In remonstratin", Jack Rainey"s pard nacherally pulls a gun, as likewise does Caribou Sam. Thar"s the customary quant.i.ty of shootin", an" while neither Caribou nor his foe gets drilled, a bullet goes through the ceilin" an" sort o"
sa"nters in a careless, indifferent way into pore Jack Rainey, where he"s bedded down an" snorin" up above.
""Sh.o.r.e, he"s dead, Rainey is," concloodes Dave, "an" his ontimely takin" off makes Lido quit loser for three days of licker free as air. He"s a splendid, gen"rous soul, Jack Rainey is; an" as I says at the beginnin", he falls a sacrifice to his love for others, an"
in tryin" at his own expense to promote the happiness an" lift them burdens of his fellow-men."
""This yere miscreant, Caribou," says Texas Thompson, "is a mighty sight too punctilious about them drinks; which thar"s no doubt of it. Do they lynch him?"
""No," says Tutt; "from the calibre of the gun which fires the lead that s.n.a.t.c.hes Rainey from us, it is cl"ar that it"s the gent who"s contendin" with Caribou who does it, Still public opinion is some sour over losin" them three days, an" so Caribou goes lopin" out of Lido surrept.i.tious that same evenin", an" don"t wait none on Rainey"s obsequies. Caribou merely sends regrets by the barkeep of the Sunflower, reiterates the right to pay for them drink, an" Lido sees him no more.""
CHAPTER XV.
The Defiance of Gene Watkins.
"Be I religious that a-way?" More to embark him on some current of conversation than from any gnawing eagerness to discover his creed, I had aimed the question at my Old Cattleman.
"No," he continued, declining a proffered cigar, "I"ll smoke my old pipe to-night. Be I religious? says you. Well, I ain"t sh.o.r.ely livin" in what you"d call "grace," still I has my beliefs. Back in Tennessee my folks is Methodis", held to sprinklin" an" sech; however, for myse"f, I never banks none on them technicalities. It"s deeds that counts with Omnipotence, same as with a vig"lance committee; an", whether a gent is sprinkled or dipped or is as averse to water as Huggins or Old Monte, won"t settle whether he wins out a harp or a hot pitchfork in the eternal beyond.
"No, I ain"t a believer in that enthoosiastic sense that fights its way to the mourner"s bench an" manifests itse"f with groans that daunts hoot-owls into silence. Thar don"t appear many preachers out West in my day. Now an" then one of these yere divines, who"s got strayed or drifted from his proper range, comes b.u.t.tin" his way into Wolfville an" puts us up a sermon, or a talkee-talkee. In sech events we allers listens respcetful, an" when the contreebution box shows down, we stakes "em on their windin" way; but it"s all as much for the name of the camp as any belief in them ministrations doin"
local good. Sh.o.r.e! these yere sky-scouts is all right at that. But Wolfville"s a hard, practical outfit, what you might call a heap obdurate, an" it"s goin" to take more than them fitful an"
o"casional sermons I alloodes to, a hour long an" more"n three months apart on a av"rage, to reach the roots of its soul. When I looks back on Peets an" Enright, an" Boggs an" Tutt, an" Texas Thompson an" Moore, an" Cherokee, to say nothin" of Colonel Sterett, an" recalls their nacheral obstinacy, an" the cheerful conceit wherewith they adheres to their systems of existence, I realizes that them ordinary, every-day pulpit utterances of the sort that saves an" satisfies the East, would have about as much ser"ous effect on them cimmaron pards of mine as throwin" water on a drowned rat. Which they lives irreg"lar, an" they"re doo to die irreg"lar, an" if they can"t be admitted to the promised land irreg"lar, they"re sh.o.r.e destined to pitch camp outside. An" inasmuch as I onderstands them aforetime comrades of mine, an" saveys an" esteems their ways, why, I reckons I"ll string my game with theirs a whole lot, an" get in or get barred with Wolfville.
"No; I"ve no notion at all ag"inst a gospel spreader. When Short Creek Dave gets religion over in Tucson, an" descends on us as a exhorter, although I only knows Short Creek thartofore as the coldest poker sharp that ever catches a gent m.u.f.fin" on a 4-flush, I hesitates not, but encourages an" caps his game. But I can"t say that the sight of a preacher-gent affords me peace. A preacher frets me; not for himse"f exactly, but you never sees preachers without seein" p"lice folks--preachers an" p"lice go hand in hand, like prairie dogs an" rattlesnakes--an" born as I be in Tennessee, where we has our feuds an" where law is a interference an" never a protection, I"m nacherally loathin" constables complete.
"But if I ain"t religious," he rambled on while he puffed at his Bull Durham vigorously. "you can resk a small stack that neither I ain"t sooperst.i.tious. Take Boggs an" Cherokee, you-all recalls how long ago I tells you how sooperst.i.tious them two is. Speakin" of Boggs, who"s as good a gent an" as troo a friend as ever touches your gla.s.s; he"s sooperst.i.tious from his wrought-steel spurs to his bullion hatband. Boggs has more signs an" omens than some folks has money; everything is a tip or a hunch to Boggs; an" he lives surrounded by inflooences.
"Thar"s a peaked old sport named Ryder pervades Wolfville for a while. He"s surly an" gnurlly an" omeny, Ryder is; an" has one of them awful lookin" faces where the feachers is all c"llected in the middle of his visage, an" bunched up like they"s afraid of Injuns or somethin" else that threatenin" an" hostile--them sort of countenances you notes carved on the far ends of fiddles. We-all is averse to Ryder. An" this yere Ryder himsc"f is that contentious an"
contradictory he won"t agree to nothin". Jest to show you about Ryder: I has in mind once when a pa.s.sel of us is lookin" at a paper that"s come floatin" in from the States. Thar"s the picture of a cow-puncher into it who"s a dead ringer for Dave Tutt. From y"ears to hocks that picture is Tutt; an" thar we-all be admirin" the likeness an" takin" our licker conjunctive. While thus spec"latin"
on then resemblances, this yere sour old maverick, Ryder, shows up at the bar for nourishment.
""Don"t tell Ryder about how this yere deelineation looks like Tutt," Says Doc Peets; "I"ll saw it off on him raw for his views, and ask him whatever does he think himse"f.
""See yere, Ryder," says Peets, shovin" the paper onder the old t"rant"ler"s nose as he sets down his gla.s.s, "whoever does this picture put you in mind of? Does it look like any sport you knows?"
""No," says Ryder, takin" the paper an" puttin" on his specks, an"
at the same time as thankless after his nose-paint as if he"d been refoosed the beverage; "no, it don"t put me in mind of nothin" nor n.o.body. One thing sh.o.r.e, an" you-all hold-ups can rope onto that for a fact, it don"t remind me none of Dave Tutt."
"Which Boggs, who, as I says, is allers herdin" ghosts, is sooperst.i.tious about old Ryder. That"s straight; Boggs won"t put down a bet while this Ryder person"s in sight. I"ve beheld Boggs, jest as he"s got his chips placed, look up an" c"llect a glimpse of them fiddle-feachers of Ryder.
""Whoop!" says Boggs to Cherokee, who would be behind the box, an"
spreadin" his hands in reemonstrance; "nothin" goes!" An" then Boggs would glare at this Ryder party ontil he"d fade from the room.
"He"s timid of Boggs, too, this yere Ryder is; an" as much as ever it"s this horror of Boggs which prevails on him to shift his blankets to Red Dog---the same bein" a low-down plaza inhabited by drunkards an" Mexicans, in proportions about a even break of each, an" which a.s.soomes in its delirium treecnors way to be a rival of Wolfville.
""Which I"m a public benefactor," says Boggs, when he"s informed that he"s done froze this Ryder out of camp, "an" if you sports a"preciates me at my troo valyoo, you-all would proffer me some sech memento inebby as a silver tea-set. Me makin" this Ryder vamos is the greatest public improvement Wolfville"s experienced since the lynchin" of Far Creek Stanton. You-all ain"t s"fficiently on the quee vee, as they says in French, to be aware of the m"lignant atmospheres of this yere Ryder. He"d hoodoo a hill, or a pine-tree, Ryder would, let alone anythin" as onstable as my methods of buckin"
faro-bank. Gone to Red Dog, has he? Bueno! He leaves us an" attaches himse"f to our enemies. I"ll bet a pinto hoss that somethin" happens to them Red Dog tarrapins inside of a week."
"An", son, while said riotous prophecies of Boggs don"t impress me a little bit, I"m bound to admit that the second night followin" the heegira of this yere Ryder, an" his advent that a-way into Red Dog, a outcast from the Floridas, who goes locoed as the frootes of a week of Red Dog gayety, sets fire to the sityooation while shootin"
out the dance-hall lamps, an" burns up half Red Dog, with the dance hall an" the only two s"loons in the outfit; tharby incloodin" every drop of whiskey in the holycaust. It was awful! Which, of coa.r.s.e, we comes to the rescoo. Red Dog"s our foe; but thar be c"lamities, son, which leaves no room in the hooman heart for anythin" but pity. An"
this is one. Wolfville rolls out the needed nose-paint for Red Dog, desolated as I says, an" holds the fraternal gla.s.s to the Red Dog lips till its freighters brings relief from Tucson. "All the same, while as I a.s.sures you thar"s nothin" sooperst.i.tious about me, I can"t he"p, when Red Dog burns that a-way, but think of them bluffs of Boggs about this yere old Ryder party bein" a hoodoo. Sh.o.r.e! it confirms Boggs in them weaknesses. An" he even waxes puffed up an"
puts on dog about it; an" if ever thar"s a dispoote about one of his omens--an" thar"s a lot from time to time, because Boggs is plumb reedic"lous as to "em--he ups an" staggers the camp by demandin", "Don"t I call the turn that time when Ryder goes retreatin" over to Red Dog? If I don"t, I"ll turn c.h.i.n.k an" open a laundry."
"Speakin" of omens, of course thar be some, as I tell you yeretofore in that Wolfville book you"ve done printed, so common an" practical every gent must yield to"em. Thar"s places where mere sooper.