Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1893-10-21

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son, it, eay make bleye. vese kind
o lnjuns don't XIII nobody, and he
stuck a contetnp,uous finger toward the
innocent Coyote tits uuy Paches at
kills, an veys none wound here. MON
mic says I'm 'Pache. 80 You better
look out
II was dubiou, sport tor Gay, ami
when II came 70 the killing part sh,
screamed Justify
You've wicked him up an poiled il
all, said Dubs in "a tone Of accusation
"Now he'll want his knife"
Sure enough, the Coyote That Bites did
shake his brown legs aud arms quite Wig.
orously, but the last two big swallow
Of mcscal held hiu down, So, after
turning over and burying his hatchetlike
face ia the sand, he lay quiet again.
I When he had Thus turned over, Wa
brought into view the rifle, which hal
been concealed by his dirty blanket
Dubs eyed the weapon with covetou-
eyes liz could not withstand the temp
I tation Of feeling il all over stand 1t NJ
on its butt aud trying 10 shoulder 1t, but
this last feat he could hardly accom-
pllsh just what II was that kept his
fingers of the hammer and trigger, and
prevented sound that would surely
have brought tine Coyote 10 his feet with
yell, am sure | cannot tell but Duhs
played with that fascinating weapon for
nearly an hour, while Gay poured sand
over the cartridges. hiding nearly all Of
them from view
BY tins time tine suns rays were on
the long slant. and the children We're
very hungry By this time. too, tho
Apache was growing restless, for the
mescal had nearly lost its grip upon him
4 train laundering 10y. or, much less, &
swift brushing against ms black foo,
spider dropping gu his leg. or even 4
big fly buzziug at his ear-any of tines
would have set his demon force intoplay
again.
But the children could not wait fut
such demonstrations as these, thaugj
why II did not occur 10 Duhs that tin
Coyotes ear needed tickling with Is
grease wood tNvig the Lord only knows
The wind was up, and the wires wcrr
murmurrg louder than ever The wee
ones had spurted IN the black shadow
long enough had played with the fang
IT the deadly serpent until they wcT.
tired aud their stomachs were empty
So they set off on trut for home
just as they turned he bend ana camy
IN sight Of the low roof Of tho station, d
dust dcvil' swept ~ the rocks WHERE
lay the Coyote That Bites. He jumped
to his feet, gra-ped hi, empty sheath
gave a mad whupp, and stared about IA
frverish rage There was MS knife. half
covered by the sand, and there was his
rifle, far from his side Here was thu
cartridge belt, empty, and al about him
IA the sand were countless little foot
prints
A bewilaerrl look stole over his face
but It passed away when his ewes rested
Oh the empty drmiiahn The expression
that replaced IL was one Of demoniacn
forocity, and the lust Of slaughter hy
heavily upon mn, liut TIM cartridges
where were they: he s.lW Gays mound
Of sand, aud kictiing il, gave a grunt Of
delight a. ~nr ttr brazrn capsules thut
were scattered right aud left by his foot
lie picked thrm an up, grmtng over
each one Filling the belt anl graspiug
his rife, he started uff in the direction
in which the snal footprints lea. Lika
a bloodhound, he chased along the track
His eyes scanned the plain at every turn
and his breath was not ana strong But
when hu turned the blg curve ami saw
the station hn knew that lie was late
loo late and h. gave a gruut II disgust
aud was Oh like the wind over side
trail that led toward tHr sunset.
In tine low rooted station house the
mother croaurd 10 tired little Gay, lying
50 soft and limp III her arms Sin.
looked ont over the desert, saw the sun
touching tho tips Of the SOLEMN giant
racti with purple dots. saw the pricldv
pear shrubs holding their grotcsqul
arms above HE great sweep q sand thar
ran down L. the low horizon. aud frlt
the inspiration Of the scene. a. Sine ha8
often l,it Il before For the desert has
beanty that is all its own She knew
that other women in the great cities dua
IN the cool, green valleys might pity her
IN that drsalatt spot. but SHE felt thut
she needed not their pity Dub- came
aud lc5Brd his hetd against her arm
where She sat, AMI little Gay nestled
down with tired sign Yes. there was
much, she thought, for which 10 be
thankful
And ~ truth there was Frank +
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