Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1892-01-09

. man hangin in the way, the last time
we runs up on Tucson Dave, Mis-
Rucker gets way behind on her game
at the Garfield restaurant an we
don't see no supper till z o'clock. Mis-
Rucker tells me then that's the last
time we ever hangs a man 10 the wind
mill. She says she won't stand no
more Of IT, Stretchin Of shot man
don't do no good neither. II amt no
example,
80 everybody feelin' alike about IL,
they ups an gives johnson Winches-
ter an a brace of six shooters, an plants
him down behind a rock, with his back
agin another. turns him over a canteen
Of whisky, an says, 'Adios.
You're goin to have chance now,
Johnson, says Peets, to do somethin
for society, an shore hopes you inn
proves it, an don't lay down on it none. ,
That's all right. boys says John
son, takin a big drink an wavin his
hand all pleasant When you all gets
In, jest write on to the commissioner on
lnjuns an give him my respects, an tell
him to shorten up his count on Apaches
at least ten
do you mean to tell me- says
Faro Nell, her eyes a-hashin, when they
stops in front of the Red Light saloon
four hours later an informs the rest of
us how the game stands, do you all
mean to stand yere an tell me you four
rides of without a mark an leaves
white man behind with bullet in his
knee to get shot an skelped by Iujunsl
Cherokee, continues Nell, goin over to
him with tears in her eyes, i wasn't
lookin for no sech play from you, no
how
Why, Nellie, says Cherokee, this
yere's all right if you looks at it, This
johnson was due to hang, anyhow; an
what difference, as he says himself, if
he gets his stack cashed by an Injun1
He's bound to quit anyhow. Now the
way it's fixed he's goin to get whole
lot of Injuns himself, first, which would
shore be comfort to me an is bound
to be to johnson. II you regards how
Johnson is fixed when them Apaches
jumps up, you sees, he tharby plays in
a whole lot of luck
Pm goin out after that man, says
Faro Nell, all of furious sudden.
q maxim of a break for her pony as
stands saddled across the street.
You can't head off n woman, once
ahn 81 rte Donfo
gamble Poets knowed, any more than
you can bird; an we might Jest as
we'll call this yere picnic an all hands
saddle up an follow Nell Since she
states matters her way, I'm beginnin to
have a mighty sight of curiosity about
this yero johnson myself.
80 thar upon the whole hepart of
the outfit saddle up, an we all goes
stanpedin off after Faro Nell 1t was
a long, hard run into them hills, but |
We makes it all right. We finds John
son up agin his rock, little paler an q
little drunker-hes been thar nine
hours drinkin an fghtin an sufferin, an
it's jest gettin dark-but from the looks
of things out in front it appears he's
been seein his hind sights right along
when he shoots. This yere johnson
was shorely clean strain game an nary
cross OF course when the Iniuns
hears us a-comin they hops outen the
way, too quick. They was glad of an
excuse, cause they was tin heap
tired of johnson, the way he acts, an
was thinkin of quittin him anyhow
Now we gets this yere outcast
agin, says Peets to Enright an the rest
when we was all back in the Red Light
Whatever be we goin to do with himF
"'Well, says Enright, of course,
hoss stealth by the laws of God an
man means hangin. That is, in the
regular everyday game of life. But
this yere is an exception. We can't
hang this yere man now, without
shown n heap of disrespect to Faro
Nell after her ridin so far TO get him.
So reckon Wen jest give him over to
Nell to do what she likes with. What
do you say, Nelll What'll we all do
with this yero felon of JohnsonF
Faro Nell gets closer to Cherokee
IN pullin his head down whispers
awhile. Amt it right, CherokeeP she
asks.
Whatever you say is right, Nell,
'ays Cherokee, smoothin down her
lair, you can gamble is goin to be
light in Wolfville; so tell 'em what it
s.
"'Well, then, says Nell, backin up
'loser agin Cherokee an takin hold of
lis hand behind her, wait till he gets
III well an then give the cuss a pony
md let him lope. We don't want him
lohow.'
well, son, do you know this we're
leal reforms johnson. sees him two
'ears afterward over in Prescott, an
les got n saloon an faro game an is
eformed complete. He tells me him
e'f it's all on account of them actions
4 Faro Nell, They touches his heart
N he makes up his mind he's goin to
liter his play from thar on. An he
oes 20, II. Lewis dan Quinn in
Kansas City Star
For the Voice.
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