Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1892-12-31

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'You ran gamble, said Watkins con.
hdently. ANY man as chases me round
much will regard it az u thrillin' pastime.
Hewon't get fat at it--none whatever"
As you all seem 10 feel that away"
said Moore, IN step ont and shoot with
YOU right now.
Well, I'll shore go You" said Wat
Idns.
They arose and stepped out at the door.
1t was gathering dark, but it was light
enough to shoot by
The other cowboys followed in silence.
Not one sail word in comment or in.
reference. They were grave and seri.
GUS, but passive. 1t is not good form to
interfere with other peoples duels in the
southwest. Tho pretty girl was still
singing, and the strains fell softly on the
ears of the cowboys. Every one, whether
unlooker or principal, felt inspired with
lurking, pleased anticipation of the
/ blood to he soon set flowing Nothing
was said Of distance They separated to
about forty PAGES and turned 10 face
each other. Zach wore his Colts As"
the loosely buclilel belt letting it rest
low down ON the right hip Each threw
down his big hat and stood ut apparent
ease. with his thumbs caught in the PTS
toll belt.
shall you give the word. OF me- said
Moore
You give il :" said Watkins. It'll be
funny passage in American history if
you get your artillery to the front any
sooner than do. then"
BE you ready asked Jack.
"Shore."
"Then got
"Bang! Bang. Bang! Bang went
both pistols together. and with rapid
ity not TO DO counted. Moore got d
crease in bis left shoulder "a mer,
wound to the flcsh-and Watkins fel
with "a bullet in his side. Ruwlins, tn,
range boss, came running out. He un
derstood all Mt u look Hastily examin
ing Moore me discovered that his hur
was nothing serious. The others carrie,
Watkins into the house.
Take my pony, saddled at the fence
Jack" said Rawlins. "and pull you
freight. This ycre mans goin' to die"
(Which | shorely hopes he does. sal,
got no use for none of these yere he
shorthorns around the HIT"
SO he took Rawlins' pony, and whel
he stopped riding in the morning it wa
no marvel that the poor pony hung hi
head dejectedly, while his TANKS steame
and quivered. He was almost 100 mile
. from his last corn, and cooled his merry
. GUS muZzle as he took his morning drin
=. in the Rio Pecos, stream far 10 tn
: west of the 1T.
: Some shooting scrape about the
!, saddles, miss; that's all" So reporte
Rawlins 10 the pretty girl.
Isn't it horrible!' shuddered III
:, pretty girl, in reply.
The next morning the pretty girl an
her gnarled aud twisted aunt paid the IA
jured Watkins "a visit. This sight so a
fected the other three cowboys that the
. at once saddled and rode away to III
!. northwest TO work some cattle on tn
! ocate Mesa. They intended 20 be gon
! three months. They looked black an
forbidding rs they galloped away.
"It's a pity Jack Moore amt no bette
pistol shot, said one, as the picture {
: the pretty girl visiting the wounded Wa
kins arose in his mind.
That 5 whatever. asscnted the other
The pretty girl was full of sympath
! for the stricken Watkins. 1t occurre
:, to her, too that his profile was clear an
! handsome He was certainly very pal,
and this stirred the depths Of her fem
nine nature. She and her aunt came I
III a a.
= pretty girl sand she would hiring him
:. book TO read and while away the hour
which seemed shod with lead
), Il can't read said Watkins, in ton
Of deepest shame. Il never learned.
should like 10 read, too. but there's n
!. one To- teach me SO that settles that
. : and the rascal expressed deep sigh
!. Watkins lied Ii was he who was til
L Princeton man. lie said afterward thu
: this lie was the only real good work b
: ever did in his life.
= So the pretty girl came every day an
gave Watkins "a reading lesson, Will
the gnarled aunt read "a book and watcl
ed them through the open door.
by the way said Watkins one da,
where's Moore"
NY hehel the range Dt'SS, 10 WuOl
!, the question was put.
= You tell him, said Watkins, his ey,
beginning 10 gather rage, THAT when
:, get out I'll he lookin for him wit
= something besides field glass"
.'Oh no!' said the pretty girl, risir
/" and coming toward his couch. II,
= tone showed disturbance and fear at Il
thought
AS he gazed 1T her the look chang,
!. in his eyes. Haze for Moore gave pla'
:, to something else
- No. - he said at last. Tell him IL
= all right RIwlins."
. The pretty girl thought him vel
:, noble.
Watkins was our in five weeks an
N could 60 about the ranch. One nigl
!, Rawlins thought he heard pony in Il
: yard aud arose ts remedy the matte
:. As he steppvi ont couple passed hii
:. IN the moonlight IL was Watkins an
:. the pretty girl. The caiuns arm WI
roGnd her.-Dan Quin in Kansas Cit
Times.
ng Sailors are a bowlegged class An c
'ot salt always walks AS II he were ON {
in deck Of ship. and he never takes gre
% strides like a lanlsman He is used
hay a. 4. l