The west Tennessee star. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1888, 1888-08-17

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them came the cook wagon, or grub
outfit" drawn by pair of slow-mov-
ing, mOuse-colored mules.
This was Dock Walters herd Of
Texan broad-horns on their way to
the railway shipping point in Kansas.
Dock Walters, Injun Bill and the
Yankee rode close together some dis
lance in the rear Of the herd. Injun
Bill, with a quick motion of his sun
Drowned hand, threw back his mop of
jetty hair as stiff almost as a horses
name.
Dock" he asked, "time fer ante
lopez"
Reckon so, answered the proprie-
tor of the herd. ''We're in the grang-
ers' country"
I'm tired Nv salt junk" growled
Bal.
Me, toor' chimed in Yankee.
Same here!n added Dock Walters.
''Inj, you an Yank kinder shassay
around a leetle. If you run onto any
antelope, you know what to do,
reckon"
You bet yer lifer'
That was the extent of the CONVEX
satiOn, but each thoroughly understood
it.
Away the two went, their ponies
bounding along at the top of their
speed and the brims of their broad
hats, that had once been white, flop
ping up and down at every bound OF
the ponies. The jingles on their great
| spurs ratified and clanked merrily.
Suddenly Injun Bill, the half-breed,
drew so quickly on the horse-hair rein
of his bride that his pony stopped al
most in its tracks.
Bill had spied the sleek, sharp
horned heifer that Liz had been watch
ing before she fell asleep. ANTELOPE, y
he said, briefly.
Then they raced away again toward
the heifer calmly standing by the
! ''branch."
A long-continued feud exists be
tween the cattle men of the plains and
/ the squatters, or grangers, as they
/ call them. The wire fences of the
! grangers encroach, year by year, upon
| the land that the cattle kings have for
! seasons without number been wont
! to consider their own. The grangers
| pillow up the pasture and their barbed
! fences cut off the trails. The cowboys
retaliate in many ways. They cut the
wire fences, burn an occasional Outly-
ing haystack and do any damage that
seems not likely to be proven on them.
| The few COWS of the squatters they
I 4
! a ''mOOley" that has strayed from hel
/ owners corral and watchful care is
never seen again. About the same
| time there is antelope for dinner al
the cowboy camp. They know moth.
ing of the fate of the granger's COW; not
! they. The flesh they are eating is ''ante
lope.n and that is all the satisfaction
the farmer gets.
| The sleek heifer threw up her head
and ceased to push away the offending
! green heads. Injun Bill had coiled his
hair lariat neatly and was swinging i
rapidly about his head as they ad
vanced. The animal turned as if Il
/ flee. The lariat shot toward her anC
the loop fell about her neck. The
half-breed's pony stopped short, ODE
dent to the touch of the cruel Mexi
can bit. The heifer was brought
around with a turn that almost dis
| jointed her neck. The next instant
she lay on her back, with her sharp
black-tipped horns digging into the
earth at the roots of the iron weeds.
Casting his bride to Injun Bill
Yankee rushed forward on foot
There was a twice repeated CLEAN o
steel, and the sleek Cherokee heifel
lay dead with a knife-thrust entering
her brain, just behind her little SHARP
horns.
Five minutes sufficed for them to Gu
out the choicest bits of the antelope
beef.
So quietly was the whole thing don,
that Liz, asleep in the shade of thu
scrubby oak, did not hear a sound.
Then, as the half-breed mounted
with the beef strapped on behind, /
swift-footed jack rabbit dashed by to
ward the north with prodigious leaps
In an instant, Yankee sprang on hi
pony and was racing away after tn,
fleeing rabbit, while Injun Bills pom.
plodded off to the southwest towart
the distant herd.