The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1891-07-31
no saddle of mine no more.n

"Whatever do You allow is liable
TO happen if take it agin to-mor.
ry p inquired Bill in high scorn.
Bill was of more vivacious
temper than was the glocmy
Moore.
"Y0u lakes it agin an | ming les
with you Il whole lot, mighty
prompt" replied Moore in a tone
of obstinate injury.
These boys We're brothers in af-
iection before thai pleIly girl came
and either would have gone afoot
all day 10 lend his saddle TO the
other, Going afOot, too, is the last
thing, lei me assure you, that a
cowboy will do.
"Well, don't you fail to mingle
none," said Bill. with cheerful fe-
rociiy, son account of It's being
me. | crossed the rail Of the short.
horn, like you, over on the Pan
handle onct, an puts him in the
fire an has plenty of fun with
him"
stop the play now, right here"
said Tom Rawllns, the lit range
boss, who was sitting close at hand.
"You all spring trouble round
yere an III be in it. Whalever's
The mailer with you all people,
anyway? You're like a passel OF
sore head dogs for more'n a week
now. You're sh rely TOO many
for me TO save, an | c'ar give you
up"
The boys started some grumb-'
ling reply, but The cook called Them
to supper just then, and, one ami.
maIilm becoming overshadowed by
another, they forgot their rancor
aud vague animositieS in thoughts
of supplying their hunger. Toward
the lasl of The repaSt Rawlins arose
and going to another room began
overlooking some entries in the
ranch books.
The pretty girl did moi eat at the
ranch table. She had little ban.
quets in her own room. Just then
she was in her own room aid be-
gan singing in low tenor some
tender little love song that seemed
born of sigh and tear. The
boys at supper heard her, and their
resentment at each others exist.
ence began again to flame in their
breasts and burn deeply in their
eyes. None of these savaees were
IN the least degree in love with
the pretty girl either. They might
have become so, any or all of
them.
The singing went on in a cooling,
soft way that did not bring you
The words-only the music.
"What | says about my saddle a
while back, MEANS" said Moore,
finally, turning dark looks OH Wat.
kins.
See yere." said Watkins. in an
aXaSperated tone-he was as vi
,ious as MOOre-"lf you're p'intin'
ou: for warjig with me, don't fool
around none for no reasons, but
est let 'er roll. Come a-runnin',
IN don't bother none with ceremo-
n.y."
"a man don'S need to have no
'easons for crawlin' you none,"
aid Moore you're fair game,
you are. Anyone's licensed TO
haSe YOU round jest for fun an ex-
'rcise"
"Yon can gamble" said Watkins
onfidently, "any man as chases
ne round much will regard it as
ihrillin' pastime. He won't get
at al it-none whatever"
"As you all seem 10 feel that
way" said Moore, "I'll step out /
nd shoot with you right now.'
"Well, I'll shore go YOU" said ,
Watkins.
They arose and stepped ont at :
he door. II was gathering dark, I
ut it was light enough 10 shoot !
Y.
The other cowboys followed in !
lence. Not one said word in !,
omment or interference. They !,
ERE grave and serious, but pas
We. II is not good form TO inter
ere with other peoples duels in
he southwest. The pretty girl 8
'as still singing, and the strains a
III softly on the ears of the cow
oys. Everyone, whether onloOk- a
r or principal, felt inspired with a
irking. pleased anticipation Of
he blood TO be soon set flowing. e
was said of distance. They
eparaled 10 about forty PAGES and l
lrned 10 face each other. Each
ore his "Colt's 45," the loosely
ackled belt letting it rest low C
own on The right hip. Each threw
own his big hat and stood at ap-
aren't ease, with his thumbs caught
J the pistol belt.
"Shall you give the word, or G
le !'' said Moore. =.
"You give it." said Watkins.
ltll be a funny passage IN Amer
AN history ii you get your artil-
.ry 10 The front any sooner than
do, then" L
"Be you readyn asked Jack.
"Shore." "
"Then-gn!"
"Bang! Bangl Bangl Bang!"
ent both pistols together, and ?
ilh a rapidity not TO be counted.
Ioore got a crease in his left
mere wound io the q
Watkins fell with a bull o
n. :. IL Do--l.,c Tho ranna n