Los Angeles daily herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1884-1890, 1889-09-22

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next minute the impetchoous heifer went
gsllopin' into the misty beyond. Jim
came over to camp and got Ben Malone,
and when they both got their ropes on
her they skooted her into camp over the
snow too easy. 1t took all the fur off her
left side, but we wer'nt allowin' to eat
the fur nohow, so we didn't care. When
she was skinned an cut up, Malone
started to split her head with an ak.
"'What you goin' to do now?' asked
a boy by the name of Watkins. Watkins
was a short horn who allowed he'd learn
the COW business.
well, thar amt nuthin' to be made
maxim my intentions obscure, says Ben.
Pm goin' to get them brains.'
"'What do you think you need them
brains for, I'd like to know?' said Wat
kins. They amt no good, reckon, are
they?'
"'Ain't no goodp says Ben. why
mountain lions, man! they're the best
thing to eat in this here whole COW from
the last jint in her tail to the upper teeth
she never had. They're good as aigs.
1t don't look like you knowed much
about q COW, Watkins I'll bet moss
you thought they had teeth in their
upper jaw, now didn't you?'
"Aad they do, don't they?" says the
shorthorn.
"Well, this bucks me off," says Ma
lone, taikin' to himself mighty Disguised.
This here man don't know a little bit.
Ii was low an wanted to steal money
I'd make bet that this here man Wat
kins follers off wagon track an gifts lost
inside a week. l knowed when 1 seed
him have that goose-h'ar piller for to
sleep on he warn't no good
$50 Ben goes on talkin' to hisself, an
finally gets his brains all right and al
lows he'll cook 'em right off.
"'An' reckon I'll have you eat
few says Ben to Watkins, 'an' then
you'll know about 'em.'
" 4 don't fgger l need any, says Wat
kins.
$50, you just think you don't need
'em,' says Ben, but you're rally goin' to
eat about half of 'em with gentleman
from Texas just the same.'
"sWell, now says Watkins, gettin'
pretty hot and dangerous, it'll be a
mighty funny passage in English history
when anything from Texas gets some
thing down my neck don't want.
"'People from Texas says Ben,
mighty ugly an gettin up, has put
harder thing n cows brains down worse
necks than yours an then gone on an
made any little alteration in the per.
sonal appearance of the victim as
pleased their Texan fancy quite free aud
leisurely. l knowed a man down near
Laredo as put shorthorn like you in
the fire an had plenty of fun
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all, says Watkins, 'as anyone curious
to know can find out too easy
"'Now, stop the deal right thar says
Peacock, the range boss, 'or I'll stop it
myself. If Watkins don't like brains he
don't have to: If you do, Malone, just
eat 'em. There amt goin' to be no boss
play in the camp. If there is, I'll de-
clare myself in on it. So stop right
where we are. The man that makes the
first break makes the next one in the
smoke
"Of course this ended it, cause we all
knowed Peacock, who WAS allowed to
own the liveliest gun on Red river; but
about Blk weeks later, when we was all
up to Springer, we heard from it agin.
Malone WAS in on boss race, an a little
boss he had called Shylock got beat.
After the race Malone started in to see
how much whisky he could conceal, an
about O'Clock in the afternoon had got
started on his second quart. He was
leanin' up in front of Hawkins saloon
allowin' he was as good as anybody,
when some of the boys wanted him to
get on his boss and come out with them
to camp.
"'This here thrivin' an tumultuous
metropolis is good 'nuf for me, says Ben,
AM you don't ketch me in no COW camp
tonight. Pm coyote as is shot or two
above it, an Pm goin' to howl round
here tor a long while YETI
"You couldn't do nothin' with him.
He'd just got that ornery and contraory
with whisky he wouldn't stay thar nor
60 anywhere else, 80 they had to leave
him.
"About that time along comes Wat
kins, also elevated about twenty de.
grees.
"'Thar's that tenderfoot, says Malone,
as is too blamed good to eat brains, an
as l need saddle.cover | reckon I'll get
his hide an make one.
Hello, Watkins says he, 'spose
you don't like brains none yet?'
"'That's whatever says Watkins.
mighty gay. Il don't like brains an
holds can crawl any mans hump as
objects in the slightest
What you need says Malone, lis
shootin' up whole lot, an the signs are
most right for me to do it,
'Whoop-ee! and shoot she is. STAN
from in from in front and let her roll, ,
says Watkins, jerkin' his gun.
"Just then Bob Williams grabbed
their guns an held 'em down toward the
ground, an tried to talk 'em out of it,
but it warn't no use."
"'Re's got to eat brains, says Malone.
"'Like - he has, says Watkins |;
he don't have to eat nothin'-not even
pie-so turn us loose
$50 Bob give 'em warnin' to stand
ready, an countin' one two three
throwed 'em loose an jumped back out
o. range.
eff it hadn't meant blood it would
have been pretty the wsy them boys
worked their guns. Both of 'em had the
triggers out, 30 they wouldn't STAND
cooked, an they'd shoot 'em with their
thumbs 80 fast the fire come out the
muzzles like they was Roman candles.
Malone got to goin' first and his bullet
took Watkins in the shoulder good an
hard an started him to fallin'
backward, but he kept shootin'
low an steady, like the game, bad man
he was. His six-shooter went off four
times, an caught Malone every trip, a
little higher each time, as he went down.