Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1893-01-12


stake-an' -ridered Shirt answered
voice from the rear OF the mob, followed
by a roar Of laughter, which was suddenly
changed to one Of fury when 1t was dis
covered who Scott was.
THAT'S Bill Scott, the bell-wother
NV the Rangers 7 howled one, les cap
ture him IN
"'Yes, he's strayed off too fur from
the fold this time yelled another; les
shear him
;. Him, an the fine -hair'll look purity
ridcn' NV the same rail, won't they n
ioked another, and so the fun might
have gone on until they forgot their
blood-thirst, had not Gringo himself
pushed to the front swinging his pistol
around his head aud yelling, stop yer
foolin', boys Pm here fur business.
I've been insulted an my rights as er
citizen NV this State an county inter
fered with. All that is in favor NV pus-
sonai rights, an homes deals, come on
an help me whoop the stuffin' outn
these smart Ellecks
"IIis harangue was welcomed by a
murderous yell, and click of what
sounded like hundred pistols and Win.
chestcrs.
Stand your ground" said Scott to
me and lobe.
:" All right, Capt. answered lobe, as
he rammed wad of tobacco into his
mouth and hitched his powder and shot
horns around handy. The old man
fairly danced from side to side of the half
open door, as eager as boy who has
lighted the fuse of his first Fourth of
July rocket.
g Gimme lief, Cap; gimme lisfr he
chuckled, bracing his shoulder against
the gun.
"'Wait a minute; wait minutep
Scott said, putting one hand on the old
mans shoulder and cooping the other
around his ear, leaning toward the north
and listening intently.
4" That's the boys he said. Il hear
their horses feet Then fiinging the
door wide open he called out once more !:
Throw down your arms! L command
you in the name of the State of Texas J"
Their answer was volley of bullets
which Scott returned by thrusting out his
pistol arm and employing the six cham
bers into their faces. This gave the sig
nal to me and the old man, who kept the
stream hot from the other side for the
next eight minutes, till the Rangers
came. But, tell you, they were the
longest eight minutes l ever counted.
The old man was in his glory. The way
he poured powder, wads, bullets and
caps into Miss Betsy and fired them out,
was equaled only by the way he elected
one quid of tobacco, and bit off another.
| He took it as matter of official inter
ference that the Rangers should come
up and take the fight out of our
hands He sent his last load at random
through the air, and, going to the buck
ct, stood leaning on Miss Betsy while he
gulped down two successive dippers Of
water.
s'Some fools is alters meddlin', he
said. Them Rangers better be tendin'
to their business an let us ten to ourn
1t nd been the maxim NV P to
hev Gringo Perez an his gang laid out
by three men an gal!
! "This called our attention to the
child, whom we had utterly forgotten.
Looking around found her sitting on
one of the barrels against the back door,
swinging her feet and calmly awaiting
results.
60 Do you want to go home, slssleI L
asked, standing beside her perch. She
set her little teeth and shook her head
"'No, dasn't! Dad nd kill me for
shore! He seen me in here an knows |
Civ him erwayn
"'That's all right, Checr the old man
said You kin come an go out West
with me, an be my gal'
"'No, can'tr answered she. Thar
amt no schools out thar, an | ought ter
be edicatedn
''Our further family discussion was in
terrupted by the return of Scott, who
informed us that Gringo and his ring
leaders were lodged in the calaboose, end
the rag-tag and bob-tail Of the gang had
taken to the brush.
'Scott, and the group of citizens who
accompanied him, concurTed in support
of Checs proposition, that she ought to
be edicated, and purse was made up
then and there, providing for the child
and her mother out of reach of Gringo,
when he should again be at large. -
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