Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-04-13

ton IS six-shooter rams out spitefuny
among the echoing rocks just as a huge,
tawRy length sailed, bird-like, out into
the air toward him.
"a mount'n lion after Buxton, m
that shot missed" was the thought that
flashed through the old mans brain.
even while his eyes were following a sin
uous grey thread that Ieaped out, over
took that yellow bolt, writhed around it,
grew taunt for an inconceIvable instant,
and then, loosening, disappeared in the
chasm with q darker form at its other
md.
Five minutes later old Jimmy with face
grayer than his hair, stood in the bot
tom OF the gorge. He looked at the two
mangled forms at his feet and then at
the covering bully beside him.
"Wot Yo' doin' yer, yo' Bill Bux-
ton?" he asked in a quiet, dangerous
tone
"Nuthin , - answered the Texan, sui
lenly. 81 was plum played out with the
sun, m l laid down behind the rock to
rest. M then 1 seen tha lion startin'
to jump onto me firm a shelf in the NAL
pais+, m [ fired but missed him.
"Don't yo' tell me none o. yo'r lies,
Bill BuXtonI 1 know wot yo' was
await'n fur! Now, git TO camp, m
walk straight, m eff yo' make one
break, the Lord hev mercy On yo'r miZ'-
able soul!'
The old man IS Winchester was leveled,
and there was a yellow light in his little
grey eyes. Buxton sullenIy gave up his
| six-shooter and turned toward the camp.
"Yer!' cried Jimmy. Yo' low
wen leave this yer po'r kid to be ate by
the ki-otesS like a dead sheep? Not any,,
we don t.! Come, git him on yo'r
shoulder m pack him to be buried
decent
The bully was about to demur at this
most dIstasteful task, but a look at those
merclless eyes and the dark blue barrel
were enough, n he stopped, grssped
the inanimate form, Inc swung it upon
his shoulder like a sack Of flour.
"Gently yo' cur! Don't yo' go to
treat poor thing like It was dead NUT
ton!' And Jimmy tenderly lifted the
limp burden around into the Texans
arms. ''Eh? Didn't it pull q breath
They isl [ shore culdn't find none be-
fore, but now it's shore there! Now,
git, Bill Buxton! FL camp 8 fast s
the Lord II let yo', 'n'tots that little
rat like yo' loved him! Novel;
When the ''boys'' came looping down
to Big Pond at sunset, behind a thousand
fosming cattle, the whIte-tOpped wagon
was drawn up beside the muddy pool,
and old Jimmy was quietly getting sup
per. As the foreman approached Jimmy
Strengthened up from the fire and stepped
over to him..
'sJohn =" said he, ffthere's q serious
matter here. 1 did low to settle it my
self, but tibet wouldn't be squar' 'th
the outfit. Yo' all we got 3 much TO
say 3 I hev. Yo' seen tibet muss 'twixt
Bill Buxton m Santiago las night m
yO' know wot Buxton is. l lowed this
mornin' there was somethin' up 'n'Itol-
Tered. Ketcred Buxton hid-up, in tho
nal pals canCn waitin' to bushwhack
the boy. Jest 5 Santiago come up he
seen a mount'n lion soroohin to pOuncs
onto somebody n then he seen t the
somebody was Buxton. He yelled TO
look out m Buxton jumped up m fired
at the lion but missed M jest IS the
lion went sailin' fur Buxton the boy
roped him, clean in the airt Fine work?
1 never seen nothin' like Il IN twenty
eight year o. cow work! But the kid
didn t nave no time to take a turn round
a rock, mr. nothin', m the weight o. ~
the lion pulled HIM down. When 1 got
down to 'em both 'peared dead'r'n q
nail-lion' IS head broke all to smash m
the kid hid out up tn the rocks.
Feared like he ID gone m give his life
to save tibet scrub ez he'd abused him m
wus laYin' fur to murder him. But
when 1 he'd Buxton take him up to pack
him to camp 1 lowed Iheered q gasp m
shore enough when I looked agin they
WIS a pulse no bigger N a minute. Com
in in we struck two o. SalRzar's boys
18th the sheep herd, m sooner N bring
the poor thing put yer wher' they ain't
no shade 1 put Jose to tend him in that
hut in the pines till the old man gifts yer
Tomorrow It'll his blackboard m then
he en- take him home easy on a bed. He
perked up some, m I low he'll git
well. Now wot 1 want to know is, wot
III we do with Bill Buxton?'
"Wher is hep" asked the foreman,
with ar ominous look.
Jimmy stepped to the wagon and lifted
the canvas in 'front.' 4nere lay Buxton,
bound hand and foot, pale and shivering.
eyer, boys! Come m pull this thing
outi'' called John, and q dOZed sur
prised men lifted the burly bundle from
the wagon.
The whole story was now told by JIM
my to the crowd. Buxton doggedly de-
MED, but guilt was evident in every look.
A long, low voiced consultation was held
among the men, and then job came
over TO the prisoner.
''Bm Buxton - said he sternly, ssthe
boys did flow to rope 20 up 10 q tree
but we don't wan nc onpleassntness 18th
the Triangle A people, m we've agreed
to give yo' one hour to git. Ell ever yo'
shows up on the Box s range again yo'n
never know what hit yo'. There''-un-
the reats which bound him
The cowed desperate rose, straight
ened his cramped limbs, turned and dis
appeared In the cedars without a word.
What became Of him / do not know; but
was never seen again in New Mexico.
AS for Santiago, though he Is lamer than
ever, and his left arm has an ugly knot
which will never allow it to grow strong
the Box s would as soon him OF
getting along without old Jimmy as with
him.
= Moose loop.
I Look out.
Bad land; the Mexican name for lava.
S Coyotes.
DR.. g. Il. Hartman,