Daily Yellowstone journal., 1891-12-23

hIl mp four clure,.~ with cough medi-
ciua--ive 81, som. of the Willow run
stun. ] reckon. DEE goes ul. turuiu To
the rest of u.s.. Eve uverlIIui~ tAi, yere
ha-- dealer too easy Euri-ht was
chic, of rhc STRANGERS, au a prompt,
thoughtful man. You can gamble he
kuo,5al his business
While we all are waitiu for the
HOSES. stys Doc Poets. am ] wants 20
mention that most likely this we're Poets
was the >Iuarrc>t man ! Y see,
's'pose We ]couveucS the camp an find
who's misSin. 1t may hep find the
thief
so Poets steps out an turns his six
shooter loose three or four times, an of
course all the inhabitants comes can
term up eager for to see whoever gets
downed so early in the day, an when
we counts noses we finds were jest
short this yere sharp, johnson.
" | reckon he's our man, SAYS En-
right. 1 CAM go myself, but four of
you all take the bosses Booth Is comm
with. an pint N an get him
SO Poets. Booth, Boggs an Cherokee
Hall steps into the saddle an, pickin up
the trail over by the corral, lines out
toward the Tres Hermanos. They nj
the trail until late that afternoon an
camps, an gettin it agan in the mornin,
is takes 'em into the hills. Yere it gets
hard and rocky, an they, nacheral
enuf, not bein Iniuns, lose it. An In
Jun can track "a tomcat along a stone
wall. but white men amt got no sech
gift. But on they goes, trail or no
trail.
"' We gets this yere Johnson, says
Jack Booth. 'or up goes "a wickeyup
an ! lives right in these we're hills from
now ON. Either we downs him or ]
don't 20 back no more. IN which event
WOlfyille lose not only ten HOSES, but
a v~alvooel citizen Booth is marshal
for the Strangers, au for "a outsider
like this yere johnson 90 stroll IN and
quit us ten hose. ahead j. mighty
rrievous an -ratiu 20 Jack.
'As tIe outfit was -tumbliu mp "a
canyon they lear~ "a hoss wLiuuy t'orher
side If the hin. II was one Of the
,raGe ho~-es. an he gets scent Of au ac-
guaiurancr 0f hi,u-thcy beiu 20 wind
'ard-which the same is carryiu Doc
Poets AN easy euuf. au so he ~ay~
'Howiy' 10 linn. hoss fashion. Peet-
ho,-. he say, Howdy back. ara the
next minute these yere four people is
7 pilin all permi>cu, into the canyon
where the ten hose, j.. an each
a-~hootiu. So. Johnson, for that mat
Ter, an for "a time IT'S some lively.
When the ~hDOtiu ceases there's that
man johnson stretched ont with his
laig broke ar the knee. an Booth is
busy gettiu his saddle of his own dead
hos, 10 put it onto another. Then
. they sets johnson in a saddle after tyin
up his laig. takes the ten HOSES. which
il all lOOkin on. some interested in the
racket. an lines out for home.
Just as the outfit is euterin into a
long. narrer stretch Of canyon where
the walls is high an onclimable, they
| hears fifteen or twenty guns behind
EN-. an at the same time the bullets
begin 10 scutter an spatter around in
the rocks. Back they looks and thar's
forty Injuns up the valley half "A mile.
"'Oh. you wants us. do your says
Booth, plenty %scOrnful; well, well
just fool you up a whole lot What
do you say. Poets; let's stop an give
EN- a rough toss2 There's nuthin in il,
Of course. but let it 60 into the minute,
Of the meetin under the head Of good
Of the order. $50
NO says Poets, let's get out Of
the hills onto the Hat ground first. Too
good a chance to crawl round US yere.
But I'm constitootionally agin al
lOwin Iniuns 70 poster round me thi'
away saws Jack. What do you al
say. b6ysr he continued TO Boggs an
Cherokee.
"Boggs was for stoppin, an Cherokee
allowed he don't care none which way
anything a. suits the rest suits him.
d" Don't / get no vote in this yere
I'd like for 10 know says johnson
who sits on his boss listenin, ONE pal,
WIFI Ills bN-lFA ih4Es buA EhlA' III N-A.
Jest the same. Amt | into this at all
Well, / should say not say
Booth. mighty contemptuous. ID
you think we're comm out yere in tn
hills TO let a hoss thief vote along of Us
If you do, you amt got our grade, non
at all
Gan this time the Injuns is closin up
a-shootin wild an wastin good lead Liz
they alters do, an so Poets, a-seein ho'
sentiment stands, sorter drops the Who'll
outfit in behind a point o rocks an be
gins pumpin it into the hostiles in
rapid an unpleasant way. This yer
goes on for two minutes, an the lnjun
sorter drops out Of the game long emu
70 count what chips they're short.
" dispose says johnson TO Peet.
rvbiIa they're waifin won alIs shoI