Sun River sun. [volume] (Sun River, Mont.) 1884-1885, 1884-08-14
Bill, The Bloody Terror Capitulates.

the rickety door of the Jim Kelly
Saloon and glanced threateningly
upon the quiet crowd within. With
a defiant swagger, and many horrible
oaths, he advanced to the bar and
said:
"How's biz ter-day, KellyY"
Dull, Bill, dull. Can't ye help me
QUIT"
"Ofcourse I can-and will" answer
cd the terror. Turning, he called
out to the loafers scattered about the
room:
"Come up heyr, cum up, yer d--ed
cyotes! an treat yo'scfs, an me too, at
yo' own expense. 'That's right" he
continued, us the ten or twelve per-
sons addressed sprang ninbly from
keg perches and smilingly expressed
their willingness to accept any invi-
tation, however worded, the said Ter
ror might extend.
"Hump erlong.---! an in hur-
ry," he growled savagely, as he noted
one single exception to the unanimity
Of toe acceptance, 'or, by the crook of
my elbow, I'll hurt yer; hurt yer bad"
Tho solitary exception, however,
quietly retained his seat, and neither
by gesture nor speech did he show
the SLIGHTEST consciousness Of the
presence and the language Of the
most famous or infamous, desperate
and dreaded devil that had ever
frightened Western sheriff into
temporary civility.
Great was our Terror's amazcmcnt,
and grcater his wrath, when he be-
came convinced that it was actually
the intention of the rash stranger to
ignore him and his mandatory invit-
alton. With huge, self acting revol-
yer in hand, he etarted toward him.
As he approached nearer, the silcnt
stranger uncoiled his long legs and
extended himself gradually upward,
and upward, until at last he presented
to.our astoni5hod vison the towering
form Of the tallost and thinest mortal
We had ever seen.
When within three feet Of him the
Terror paused and eaid Il gives yer
tn understan' that Tn Billy the Tough
the terror of sheruirs and the pattern
saint of undertakers. Dyer hear me-"
"Oh, yes; I'm not deaf" was the
reply, in Il cool steady voice
"An' I'm tho favourite of hell, an
the rival Of de'th an docktors," con-
tinued the deperado.
"Fust rate record, that" was the
approving reply. sim u jumping
Jumbo-Im the very fther whot brok
the campbell's back-I'm Texas
steer stampeder-I'm II Curncl
straight from Arkinsaw w-an'---
yer! look ont fur I'm goin' ter shootw
simultaneously with the elevation of
the revolver, the strangers foot flew
forward and upward, the ball meant
for his heart went crashing harmlessly
through the roof--and then with ra-
pidity of movement that gave to his
russet brogan the appearance Of Il
chunk Of tightening in n mighty hur-
ry, he kicked Tough Billey under the
chin, behind the car, in tho stomach,
in the back, Oh the chin, with first one
foot and then tho other, and SO effect
ually, too, that the astoundcd and
thoroughly shocked man eater found
it impossible to use a single one of
the half-dozcn weapons attached to
his belt. But tho Tough was really
brave, and .hc struggled pluckily to
uphold and preserve tho sanguinary
reputation so dear and profitable to
him. until his slim and supple antag-
onist finally terminated the fight by n
double footed kick that stretched
Tough Bill prone and breathless up
on the floor.
When restored to consciousness he
approached the great unknown and
said:
EUR the las but, fust, what shall
! call yer? Gcner'l-Dook -Prisi-
dent"
"Plain mister said the other
"What! Yer plain mister!" said
the Tough, incredulously.
"Jusso."
"All right, all right, sence yer say
so; by G.! yer deserve promoshnn.
Now, mister, for some years I've thot
/ was whole menag'ly in myself -
lyon, elefnt, wulf, an all
that but I'll be burned if hit
don't look tcr-day like I'd been run
MIN q two,bit sideshow all crlong.
Ef argrceyblc, sir, I'd like tn farn
who an what yer air."
IT," replied the stranger, in Il deep,
grave voice, ''nm Billy Patterson, or
the Great Ameriken Mule"
"Yhen, God be thanked grnspcd
the trembling Terror, that yer didn't
haze on yer illln shoes"
AS an evidence Of the advanced
stato of civilization now reached in