Los Angeles daily herald., 1889-07-08

his hoss standin' an comes back ap TO
"iDo YOU know, Bill, he says, : don't
like the onrespectful way you talk OF
Iniuns. Pm Injun part myself, an
don't like it,
@tNo,' saws Bill, L s'pose that's fact,
ten. AM vet. Pickles, not intendin'
nothin' personal at all, for l wouldn't be-
nersonai with a horned toad, Pm not
only onrespectful with en- lnjun en-
thinks the Gov'ment oughter pay q
bounty for their skelps, but | states q
belief that mean, onery, mud-blooded, !,
speakin' hoss-stealin' mongrel OF hall
breed is lower yet, | holdin' he amt
even peope-ain't even nothin', in TACT.
But to change the subjeck las well as open
an avenue for another round OF drinks
bet you, Pickles, you stole that boss
down thar, an that the X brand on his
shoulder amt no brand at all, but just
picked on with the point OF knife
''When Bill put it all over him this
way we looked for some shootln' shore,
but Pickles couldn't steady himself on
the pinch. He was just like lots OF ponies
I'd seed. He'd ride right at a thing as
though he was goin' clean through or
over, an Just at the last moment he'd
shy an finch an weaken. The fact is,
son. it wasn't Pickles. fault. There isn't
any breed of man on earth but the pure
white as will play desperate deal clean
Though and call the turn at the close,
and of course Pickles was only half white.
So he laughed sorter ugly at Bills bluff,
and allowed he'd order drinks without
no bettin'.
"'And then, Bill, he says, 4 want you
to take dinner with me. I'll have Ike
get us up something right
"I'll go you,' says Bill, If 1t amt
nuthin but sowbeily.'
"'I'll fix you people up teed,' says
old Ike, but you can't do your eatin' In
no dinin'- room of mine. I'll fix it over
in the camp-house, t'other side of the
corral, an you kin be just as sociable as
you please. There won't be nothin' nor
nobody for you to hurt or disturb over
there
"After little their grub was gotready
in the camp-house, an Bill an Pickles
walks over side an side. They goes in an
shuts the door. an in about five minutes
bang bang goes two six-shooters an.
we all goes over an finds Bill eatln'
away all right an Pickles over the other
side with his head in his tin plate an
his brains runnin' out over his left eye.
cit don't look like Pickles was hungry
much after all, says Bill.
"They both pulled their guns as they
sat down an put 'em in their laps, but
Just as | say, Pickles couldn't stand the
pressure, an gittin' nervous he grabbed
for his gun, an as he went to get it up
the muzzle caught under the tabletop,
and there his bullet was all safe in the
wood. Bill, bein' clean strain, had bet
ter luck.
eAfter dinner we impanneled jury
an tried Bill for the KILN. OF course
we knowed he'd got to be acquitted, an
the killin' was right, but it bothered a
heap to find ground to put it on.
"'You see,' says jim Tate, this KILN
was bound to be all right from the jump,
no matter who'd got salted. Each was
aigin' the other on, an they just went to
this shootin' hand in hand like two
brothers. Neither was to blame, an
that's what gets me-
"Finally an old muel-skinner from
Trinidad he gifts up an says;
"'This here KILN was all right, but
there bein' some present difficulty OF
giuin' the reasons why its all right, an
OWN, as we do, dooty to the public,
moves you, Mr.. Foreman, that our YER
dict be Justified homocide," based on
the ground that Pinkles insulted Bills
wife,
This was good enough. OF course,
Bill didn't have no wife, but that didn't
hurt it for a reason just the same.
"Well, my son, if you go with me to
the barr DOM I'll show you trick with "a
glass Of whisky used to teach. ~ Kan
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