Southwest-sentinel. [volume] (Silver City, N.M.) 1883-189?, 1892-09-06
WHY HE LIKES DUDES
HOW A pUNY TEEDERFooT ASTON
lsHED A ROUGH wEsTERNER.

because no HAD white Hands and Wore
Clean Collars He was Dubbed "BIush
and moIassesr-He showed What he
Wa made Of By Saving = Rangers Life.
We had stopped at a railroad station
on the Pecos river, and many Of the
passengers were walking up and down
the long platform. Among them was a
dudish young man who excited con-
siderable rdicule from the dozen rough
fellows hanging about. One Of them
finally said something about "chaV ing
him up" when an old man IN the gang
raised his hand and said;
"That's 'nough, boys; don't go any
further"
Whats IL TO your demanded the
other.
"A heap, Ireckoni It's so much TO me
that III do a leetle shootin on that fell
lows account If needs be-"
The two men looked menacingly at
each other, and for twenty seconds 1 ex-
pected to see them draw and fire. Then
the younger one walked away, growing
az he went, leaving the field to the old
man.
"Would you have fought for the dudey'
| asked whom the strain had been re-
lieved.
"Sartinr he grimly answered.
"But you don't know him"
"No, and probably new shall, but
he sort O. reminds me Of a leetle sar-
cumstance that happened sever or eight
years ago. / had a ranch up on the
Pecos plains, and a dude anne out from
New York city to visit a naybur O
mine. He was 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 piannerl tried to be civil to him,
cause he was a stranger, but it bout
made me sick. l never looked at him
without thinBin O. mush and 1asses."
"WellY'
"Waal, arter 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 fier. I headed for
a sink / knowed 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 duriu the fust hour l
wounded one cuss and killed another.
Then l got a chunk O lead through this
right arm and begun to feel a bit
narvous as to how it would turn out. /
swiped a bullet into another, and in re-
turn 1 got this rake along the skull. 1t
wasn't ten minutes arter that befo' 1 be-
gun to feel powerful sick and weak, and
1 jest reckoned that my scalp was goin
to make an ornament on some red crit
ter's belt"
But you still stood them Off"
Gas well as able, but the end would
hev come in about fifteen minutes more.
The last three or four shots 1 fired l was
so blind 1 couldn't see a rod. The reds
was shoutin to each other and maxim
ready to close in when 1 heard a white
man yellin. l couldn't see what took
place, but l know how it was jest the
same. That mush and lasses dude was
out on a boss huntin jackass rabbits,
and Jim ran across him and told him
how l was fixed and axed him to ride
fur help. What do ye think the burned
cuss didT'
erode for homer
mot much! He rode fur mel He'd
never seen a war Injun in his life, and
Jim told him thar was a full dozen AT
ter me, but it made no difference. He
comes mp 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 hehad a big crowd behind him.
That thar leetle dude with soft hands
and puny arms lifted me onto his hoss
and rode to my ranch and then heads a
crowd back and runs them reds leveu
miles and kills another.
"Why, durn mel he got two ponies
out of that scrap, and he gathered vi
more wampum, bows, arrers, toma.
hawks, knives and SIGH than any six Of
us had collected in five years. When
got about 1 helped him to boz and shiI
'em to some club in New York. Pears
to me it was sumthin like the Manhattan
club. Leastwise, it had a 'tarnal longist
name, and the Teller was a member"
Sand you came to like himP'
'Sayl lie kin hev all I've got In thii
world any time he axes for it. / madl
a big mistake sizin him up. He coulC
beat any Of us with the pistol, and tn,
Teller who took hold Of him for a rassl,
was throwed sky high before he coulC
bite his terbacker. He could run like
deer, outjump a kangaroo and W.
couldn't find a broncho who could bucl
him off,"
"And that's why you interfered, is iii?
Exactly. Show me a dude and II
back him. These boys hain't Learned
the difference between a dude and
fuls yit, but l hev and 1 don't want n,
better chaps behind me in a pinch thar
dudes, specially New York dudes" -
New York Herald.