"Now, while Coyote saveys wolves, he"s a heap dark on badgers that a-way. An" also thar"s a badger who lives clost to Coyote"s dug-out.
One day while this yere ill-tempered anamile is c.o.c.ked up in the mouth of his hole, a blinkin" hatefully at surroundin" objects. Coyote cuts down on him with a Sharp"s rifle he"s got kickin" about his camp an"
turns that weepon loose.
"He misses the badger utter, but he don"t know it none. Comin" to the hole, Coyote sees the badger kind o" quiled up at the first bend in the burrow, an" he exultin"ly allows he"s plugged him an" tharupon reaches in to retrieve his game. That"s where Coyote makes the mistake of his c"reer; that"s where he drops his watermelon!
"That badger"s alive an" onhurt an" as hot as a lady who"s lost money.
Which he"s simply retired a few foot into his house to reconsider Coyote an" that Sharp"s rifle of his. Nacherally when the ontaught Coyote lays down on his face an" goes to gropin" about to fetch that badger forth the latter never hes"tates. He grabs Coyote"s hand with tooth and claw, braces his back ag"in the ceilin" of his burrow an"
stands pat.
"Badgers is big people an" strong as ponies too. An" obdurate! Son, a badger is that decided an" set in his way that sech feather-blown things as hills is excitable an" vacillatin" by comparison. This yere particular badger has the fam"ly weaknesses fully deeveloped, an" the moment he cinches onto Coyote, he sh.o.r.e makes up his mind never to let go ag"in in this world nor the next.
"As I tells you, Coyote is little an" weak, an" he can no more move that hardened badger, nor yet fetch himse"f loose, than he can sprout wings an" soar. That badger"s got Coyote; thar he holds him p.r.o.ne an"
flat ag"in the ground for hours. An" at last Coyote swoons away.
"Which he"d sh.o.r.e petered right thar, a prey to badgers, if it ain"t for a cowpuncher--he"s one of Old Man Enright"s riders--who comes romancin" along an" is attracted to the spot by some cattle who"s prancin" an" waltzin" about, sizin" Coyote up as he"s layin" thar, an"
snortin" an" curvin" their tails in wonder at the spectacle. Which the visitin" cow sharp, seein" how matters is headed, shoves his six-shooter in along-side of Coyote"s arm, drills this besotted badger, an" Coyote is saved. It"s a case of touch an" go at that. But to caper back to where we leaves Dan an" Texas on the verge of them jocyoolarities.
""No, gentlemen," Coyote is sayin", in response to some queries of Dan an" Texas; "I"ve wandered hither an" yon a heap in my time, an" now I has my dug-out done, an" seein" wolves is oncommon plenty, I allows I puts in what few declinin" days remains to me right where I be. I must say, too, I"m pleased with Wolfville an" regyards myse"f as fortunate an" proud to be a neighbour to sech excellent folks as you-all."
""Which I"m sh.o.r.e sorry a lot," says Dan, "to hear you speak as you does. Thar"s a rapacious sport about yere who the instant he finds how you makes them dug-out improvements sends on an" wins out a gov"ment patent an" takes t.i.tle to that identical quarter-section which embraces your camp. Now he"s allowin" to go squanderin" over to Tucson an" get a docyment or two from the jedge an" run you out."
"Son, this pore innocent Coyote takes in Dan"s fictions like so much spring water; he believes "em utter. But the wonder is to see how he changes. He don"t say nothin", but his-eyes sort o" sparks up an" his face gets as gray as his ha"r. It"s now that Doc Peets comes along.
""Yere is this devourin" scoundrel now," says Texas Thompson, p"intin"
to Peets. "You-all had better talk to him some about it." Then turnin" to Peets with a wink, Texas goes on: "Me an" Mister Boggs is tellin" our friend how you gets a t.i.tle to that land he"s camped on, an" that you allows you"ll take possession mebby next week."
""Why, sh.o.r.e," says Peets, enterin" into the sperit of the hoax, an"
deemin" it a splendid joke; "be you-all the maverick who"s on that quarter-section of mine?"
""Which I"m Colonel Coyote Clubbs," says Coyote, bowin" low while his lips trembles, "an" I"m at your service."
""Well," says Peets, "it don"t make much difference about your name, all you has to do is. .h.i.t the trail. I needs that location you"ve done squatted on because of the water."
""An" do I onderstand, sir," says Coyote some agitated, "that you"ll come with off"cers to put me outen my dug-out?"
""Sh.o.r.e," says Peets, in a case-hardened, pitiless tone, "an" why not?
Am I to be debarred of my rights by some coyote-slaughterin" invader an" onmurmurin"ly accede tharto? Which I should sh.o.r.e say otherwise."
""Then I yereby warns you, sir," says Coyote, gettin" pale as paper.
"I advises you to bring your coffin when you comes for that land, for I"ll down you the moment you"re in range."
""In which case," says Peets, a.s.soomin" airs of blood-thirsty trucyoolence, "thar"s scant use to wait. If thar"s goin" to be any powder burnin" we might better burn it now."
""I"ve no weepon, sir," says Coyote, limpin" about in a circle, "but if ary of these gentlemen will favour me with a gun I"ll admire to put myse"f in your way."
"Which the appearance of Coyote when he utters this, an" him showin" on the surface about as war-like as a prairie-dog, convulses Dan an"
Texas. It"s all they can do to keep a grave front while pore Coyote in his ignorance calls the bluff of one of the most deadly an" gamest gents who ever crosses the Missouri--one who for nerve an" finish is a even break with Cherokee Hall.
""Follow me," says Peets, frownin" on Coyote like a thunder cloud; "I"ll equip you with a weepon myse"f. I reckons now that your death an" deestruction that a-way is after all the best trail out.
"Peets moves off a heap haughty, an" Coyote limps after him. Peets goes over where his rooms is at. "Take a cha"r," says Peets, as they walks in, an" Coyote camps down stiffly in a seat. Peets crosses to a rack an" searches down a 8-inch Colt"s. Then he turns towards Coyote.
"This yere discovery annoys me," says Peets, an" his words comes cold as ice, "but now we"re a.s.sembled, I finds that I"ve only got one gun."
""Well, sir," says Coyote, gettin" up an" limpin" about in his nervous way, his face workin" an" the sparks in his eyes beginnin" to leap into flames; "well, sir, may I ask what you aims to propose?"
""I proposes to beef you right yere," says Peets, as f"rocious as a grizzly. "Die, you miscreant!" An" Peets throws the gun on Coyote, the big muzzle not a foot from his heart.
"Peets, as well as Dan an" Texas, who"s enjoyin" the comedy through a window, ondoubted looks for Coyote to wilt without a sigh. An" if he had done so, the joke would have been both excellent an" complete. But Coyote never wilts. He moves so quick no one ever does locate the darkened recess of his garments from which he lugs out that knife; the first p"inter any of "em gets is that with the same breath wherein Peets puts the six-shooter on him, Coyote"s organised in full with a bowie.
""Make a centre shot, you villyun!" roars Coyote, an" straight as adders he la"nches himse"f at Peets"s neck.
"Son, it"s the first an" last time that Doc Peets ever runs. An" he don"t run now, he flies. Peets comes pourin" through the door an" into the street, with Coyote frothin" after him not a yard to spar". The best thing about the whole play is that Coyote"s a cripple; it"s this yere element of lameness that lets Peets out. He can run thirty foot to Coyote"s one, an" the result occurs in safety by the breadth of a ha"r.
"It takes two hours to explain to Coyote that this eepisode is humour, an" to ca"m him an" get his emotions bedded down. At last, yoonited Wolfville succeeds in beatin" the trooth into him, an" he permits Peets to approach an" apol"gise.
""An" you can gamble all the wolves you"ll ever kill an" skin," says Doc Peets, as he asks Coyote to forgive an" forget, "that this yere is the last time I embarks in jests of a practical character or gives way to humour other than the strickly oral kind. Barkeep, my venerated friend, yere will have a gla.s.s of water; but you give me Valley Tan.""
CHAPTER XXI.
Long Ago on the Rio Grande.
"Which books that a-way," observed the Old Cattleman, "that is, story-books, is onfrequent in Wolfville." He was curiously examining Stevenson"s "Treasure Island," that he had taken from my hand. "The nearest approach to a Wolfville cirk"latin" library I recalls is a copy of "Robinson Crusoe," an" that don"t last long, as one time when Texas Thompson leaves it layin" on a cha"r outside while he enters the Red Light for the usual purpose, a burro who"s loafin" loose about the street, smells it, tastes it, approoves of it, an" tharupon devours it a heap. After that I don"t notice no volumes in the outfit, onless it"s some drug books that Doc Peets has hived over where he camps.
It"s jest as well, for seein" a gent perusin" a book that a-way, operates frequent to make Dan Boggs gloomy; him bein" oneddicated like I imparts to you-all yeretofore.
"Whatever do we do for amoos.e.m.e.nts? We visits the Dance Hall; not to dance, sech frivol"ties bein" for younger an" less dignified sports.
We goes over thar more to give our countenance an" endors.e.m.e.nts to Hamilton who runs the hurdy-gurdy, an" who"s a mighty proper citizen.
We says "How!" to Hamilton, libates, an" mebby watches "em "balance all," or "swing your partners," a minute or two an" then proceeds.
Then thar"s Huggins"s Bird Cage Op"ry House, an" now an" then we-all floats over thar an" takes in the dramy. But mostly we camps about the Red Light; the same bein" a common stampin"-ground. It"s thar we find each other; an" when thar"s nothin" doin", we upholds the hours tellin"
tales an" gossipin" about cattle an" killin"s, an" other topics common to a cow country. Now an" then, thar"s a visitin" gent in town who can onfold a story. In sech event he"s made a lot of, an" becomes promptly the star of the evenin".
"Thar"s a Major Sayres we meets up with once in Wolfville,--he"s thar on cattle matters with old man Enright--an" I recalls how he grows absorbin" touchin" some of his adventures in that War.
"Thar"s a pa.s.sel of us, consistin" of Boggs, Tutt, Cherokee, an" Texas Thompson, an" me, who"s projectin" "round the Red Light when Enright introdooces this Major Sayres. Him an" Enright"s been chargin" about over by the Cow Springs an" has jest rode in. This Major is easy an"
friendly, an" it ain"t longer than the third drink before he shows symptoms of bein" willin" to talk.
""Which I ain"t been in the saddle so long," says the Major, while him an" Enright is considerin" how far they goes since sunup, "since Mister Lee surrenders."
""You takes your part, Major," says Enright, who"s ropin" for a reminiscence that a-way, "in the battles of the late war, I believes."
""I should sh.o.r.ely say so," says the Major. "I"m twenty-two years old, come next gra.s.s, when Texas a.s.serts herse"f as part of the confed"racy, an" I picks up a hand an" plays it in common with the other patriotic yooths of my region. Yes, I enters the artillery, but bein" as we don"t have no cannon none at the jump I gets detailed as a aide ontil something resemblin" a battery comes pokin" along. I goes through that carnage from soup to nuts, an" while I"m shot up some as days go by, it"s allers been a source of felic"tation to me, personal, that I never slays no man myse"f. Sh.o.r.e, I orders my battery to fire, later when I gets a battery; an" ondoubted the bombardments I inaug"rates adds to an" swells the ghost census right along. But of my own hand it"s ever been a matter of congratoolations to me that I don"t down n.o.body an"
never takes a skelp.
""As I turns the leaves of days that"s gone I don"t now remember but one individyooal openin" for blood that ever presents itse"f. An"
after considerin" the case in all its b"arin"s, I refooses the opportunity an" the chance goes glidin" by. As a result thar"s probably one more Yank than otherwise; an" now that peace is yere an"
we-all is earnestly settlin" to be brothers No"th and South, I regyards that extra Yank as a advantage. Sh.o.r.e, he"s a commoonal a.s.set."