Southwest-sentinel. [volume] (Silver City, N.M.) 1883-189?, 1892-11-22
HE LIKES DUDES
HOW 4 PUNY TENDERFcoT ASTON
lsHEo a ROUGH wEsTERNsR.

HOW A pUNY TENOERFCOT ASTON
lsHEo a ROUGH we5TERNsR.
Beeaase IL uaa white Hands and Wore
clean Collars He was Dahbed "Mush
and MoIassesr-ue showed what lie
wss Made of By saving "a Rangers Life.
We had stopped ut a railroad station
ON the Pecos river, and many Of the
passengers were walking mp aud down
the long platform. Among them was a
dudish young man who excited con-
siderable ridicule from the dozen rough
Fellows hanging about. One Of them
finally said something about "chawiug
him MP" when an old man in the gang
raised his hand and said;
''That's 'nough, boys; don't go any
further"
whats It to your demanded the
other.
"A heap, Ireckoni It'sso much tome
That I'll do q leetle shootin on that fell
lows account II needs be-"
The two men looked menacingly at
zach other, and for twenty seconds I ex-
pected 10 sec them draw and fire. Then
the younger one walked away, growing
IS ne went, leaving the field to the old
nan.
'Wouldy You have fought for the dudeY'
asked when the strain had been re-
Heved
''SaftinI7 he grimly answered.
'But you don't know him"
10, and probably never shall, but
sort O reminds me Of a leetle sar-
cumstance that happened seven or eight
years ago. 1 had a ranch mp on the
Pecos plains, and a dude came out from
New York city to visit a naybur o.
mine. He vas jest SIGH a beanstalk as
this chap. He had soft hands, a woman's
way Of talkin, and l looked him over
and made up my mind that a Texas
baby three years old could give him
pointers. Why, durn It, if he didn't
wear white shirts and collars and play
the p%iannerl / tried TO be civil to him,
cause he was n stranger, bat 10 bout
made me sick. l neyenJopksd at him
without thinkin O.nVush and 'lasses."
"WellT' -
"Waal, aSter he'd bin out thar bout
three months, Jim and me went out one
day to look upsome stray mustangs. The
fust thing we knew we got a volley from
alot of Injuns who had broke loose from
the reservation. jim was hit in the
shoulder, but fortunately carried off by
his boss, who was a hier. l headed for
a sink / knCwed Of and reached it with
out a scratch. Then, you see, my caper
was to stand 'em off till jim could send
help. had a Winchester and plenty Of
cartridges, and durin the fust hour l
wounded one cuss and killed another.
Then / got a chunk o. lead through this
right arm and begun to feel a bit
narvous as to how it would turn out. 1
swiped a bullet into another, and in re-
turn / got this rake along the skull. 1t
wasn't ten minutes arter that befo' / be-
gun to feel powerful sick and weak, and
l jest reckoned that my scalp was goin
to make an ornament on some red crit
ter's belt"
But you still stood them OFF,
"As well as able, but the end would
hev come in about fifteen minutes more.
The last three or four shots l fred l was
so blind l couldn't see a rod. The reds
was shOutin to each other and maxim
ready to close in when l heard a white
man yellin. | couldn't see what took
place, but 1 know how it was Jest the
same. That mush and lasses dude was
out on a boss huntin jackass rabbits.
and Jim run cross him and told him
how 1 was fixed and axed him to ride
fur help. What do ye think the burned
cuss didY'
Erode for homer
mot much! He rode fur me! He'd
never seen a war Injun in his life, and
Jim told him thar was a full dozen Ar
ter me, but it made no difference. He
One up on a dead run, yellin and
shootin, and I'll chaw my hat if he didn't
lay out two Of the critters and kill a
pony afore they could git away. He
sailed right in so mighty hard that they
thought he had a big crowd behind him.
That thar leetle dude with soft hands
and puny arms lifted me onto his boss
and rode to my ranch and her heads a
crowd back and runs them reds 'leven
miles and kills another.
"Why, durn met he got two ponies
ont Of that scrap, and he gathered up
moro wampum, bows, arrers, toma-
hawks, knives and SIGH than ans six Of
US had collected in five years. When 1
got about 1 helped him TO box and ship
'em to some club in New York. Pears
70 me it was sumthin like the Manhattan
club. Leastwise, it had a 'tarnal longish
name, and the Teller was a member"
And you came to like himy'
"Say! He kin hev all I've got in this
world any time h. axes for it. / made
a big mistake sizin him up. He could
beat any Of US with the pistol, and the
Teller who took hold Of him for a rassle
was throwed sky high before he could
bite his terbacker. He could run like a
deer, outjump a kangaroo and we
couldn't find q broncho who could buck
him off,"
And that's why you interfered, Is it,
Exactly. Show me a dude and I'll
back him. These boys hnin't learned
the difference between a dude and a
fule yit, but / hev and / don't want no
better chaps behind me in a pinch than
dudes, specially New York dudes."-
New York Herald.
To 81 on old Paint.