Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1886-04-17

II yer do anything rash yer'll be mighty
sorry fur it tor-mor'. Yer don't know
whether Sanders committed murder Ill
not. Stop. / fell yer! Say, l ain''
much or count an all that, but the
fust man that hits that do gets
or sockdoliger. He drew an
immense revolver. Err man that
amt no count don't kere
much ter live, yer know. Say, luther
day l heard q man read outen or Yam.
kee paper that thar want no law In
this here country, an right then
lowed ter myself that if 1 ever had or
chance I'd see Of thar want. I've got
Their chance an have sorter come to
Their 'clusion that thar ia Q little low
layin' roun' summers.
whats the matter with yer? some
one cried. ''Eave yer furgot that Nose
Sanders waz gwine ter whip yer as
soon as hs catch yer out.
THAT would been or two.handed
game, Nick replied. 1--WE air talkin'
bout somethin' else now. I'd like ter
reason this thing, ~fellers, an am will
in ter do it but yer mustn't tech that
do.
HE amt got no mo- sense than ter
shoot or TELLER, said a man who felt
that his cause was growing weak.
Now, Yo've struck it, podner.
This raised a laugh. Nick continued;
'I've been trying ter find out fur
many a day whut I'm fit fur an l have
jest diskivered that it is ter kill some
Teller. l never woulder found it out
eff l hadn'ter kept dreaming Nv it.
Boys, l know mighty well that yer
could kill me and take charge NV this
here establishment, but whut a shame
it 'ud be. The preacher would say,
laws or missy, they've killed that
no count Nick and or blessed
pore piece Nv work they've done, too.
No, boys, let Their law take her cou'se.
We all know Sanders an we know
that he's got good p'ints about him, so
let's not be rampant erbout this thing.
Say, Wiley Thompson, throw down
yer sledge hammer. Wy I'd hate ter
shoot SIGH or promisin' young Teller as
you air. That's or man, Wiley. fling
it down. Hold on thar, leveling the
pistol at some one who stopped ter take
up the hammer, "don't straighten mp
with it ur I'll have to par'lize yer.
That's it, let it or lone. wy boys,
Their amt but fifteen ur twenty Nv yer,
but jedgin frum Their noise yer made
down yon l thought ther must be or
hunned.
mick, said Wiley Thompson. the
man who had thrown down the sledge
hammer, II believe yer're right erbout
this. I'm goin home. Good night
fellers.
A few moments later the Jail and its
vicinity were quiet. The next morning
when Mrs. Page went into Nick's room
to awake him. she was surprised at not
finding him in bed. Just then, glanc-
ing through a window, she beheld an
unexpected sight-Nick blowing in the
field. She called him, and when he
| came to breakfast he said:
"Mam, yer look at me like I was a
a stranger.
wall, fur goodness sake, son,
what's got inter yer?
Nick told her of the affair at the jail.
"Now. man," said he, when she had
ceased praisiug his courage, n mo-
foolishness fur me. I'm erbout as
straung as Their next man, and frum
this time on I'm going ter work. I'm
going to see this ole house fitted up
like it was in pap's lifetime. and stead
of SEEM yer wearing that ole coat I'm
| going ter git yer a new one. Vas, and
MORN that, nam, I'm going to sorter
slick up or little and 60 ter church
with yer.
The cd woman threw her arms
around Nick's neck: '.Oh, my boy,"she
said, "ycr don't know how happy yer
make this pore ole heart. My life has
been nearly bothered outen me-, think
ing of what was going ter become of
US, but now. thank the Lawd-
Thar, now, nam; thar now. Lem
me hurry back ter work. / fed my
horses afore day an am anxious ter
swing conders on 'em.
It was soon discovered that Tai
Smith, although frightfully cut, was
not dead. When he regained con
seriousness and strength enough to talk
he told the friends who had gathered
at his bedside that Sanders was not to
blame. when he kotch up with me-"
said the wounded man, she gunter ak
my pardon, but fool like, an 4uicker'n
or cat kan bat his eye, l turned on him.
an then an thar we had it, an then
an thar l got Their wust ov it. I fit
like or whitehead. but didn't peer ter
fazs him. So my fren's wanted ter