Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1894-08-29

IN 60 utes longer, when
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tn boy rolled of
WGES ~. ~ an cried t me, as
Ell ! ! MM@Z/|/ he loosed th' cinch
W. N(sE<sS% t ease tn sorrel's
wv SzS$SE breath:
" ., "Rope yer best
horse, Steve, an
an load all yer guns! fer tbs fifty Pie.
gan imps howlin' down tho valley,
gatherin' stock an swearip' t raid an
burn tn Silver Concho!"
9Th Silver Conchop cried I, weth a
gasp O. horror. I've been called "Ceur
dor Steve" hunter an guide, in tn
North Country since long before tn' cat
tie ranches came, an it's nothin' new fer
me = fight redskins; but If tbs crea-
ture On tn face O. Gods Garth thet
despise an dread it's a Piegan B!acHfoot,
weth his sneakin' ways, only like d fash
an gone, weth blood in his tracks, be.
fore y en- git tn charge in yer Winches'
ter er tn saddle onto yer cayuse.
1.-The Silver ConcboH said !, know.
in thet Perry Winstons wife was alone
over there weth her baby an tn Chinese
cook. Is TIL news straight, Leni
How'd y hear about it?"
''Dead straight Ben got it in Shos-
te-te an drove up t TIL Place an hour
ago weth til sickest lookin' stock y ever
saw him hold tn strings over"
IAN, now, Steve, If y'll give me q
fresh horse-fer y en- see thet Monies
clean busted-I'll 90 an bring thi
roundup in. don't reckon y'll want t
stand off no fifty Piegans single-handed,
not fer very long, an tn boys is yer
only show. There're on Painted Robe,
an it's fifteen miles over. Thet pinto o.
your III do it in an hour an half, an
tn boys won't save up their stock mona
comm back, so y en- count on help in
from three y four hours, Steve, if y en-
hold tn redskins level thet long"
Lord, how we did workl Ropin', an
saddlin', filllin' and strappin' on ca fridge
belts, an chargin' guns an Wincaesters.
Thankin' tn Lord thet tn ca'tridge keg
was more'n half full; an loadin' 'em
into every corner o. our clothes, where
we cd make 'em stick.
We made quick job O. It. fer knew
tn nature O. tn red cusses I'd got T. deal
weth too well t take any cnances on
Ben's havih' got much TIL start Of 'em,
though he'd brought his heavy coach
Ben drives th' Orleans an Fort Sublette
coach; an they say he's th' best reins-
man in tn Northwest. Three Fingered
Ben down tn big Canyon o. tn Arsali,
thing hardly ever done before or since,
= bring tn news; an counted on havin
got few hours over tn thievin' rascals,
while they was pick1u' up stock in th'
upper basin.
Twas nigh sundown when our
broncos struck tn trail down tn coulee,
on a slingin' lope; an l took LOOK back
at my sh' K, thinkin' most likely it 'u'd
be in ashes before l saw tn place ag'in.
Tn little valley lay quiet enough.
Twas late in tn fall, an touch o
smoke in tn air made me think o
burnin' ranches. A jackrabbit skittered
by headlong PACE us if warnin' us t.
hurry along. An TIL chatter o tn
prairie dogs had sort o piercin', uu-
natural sound. Our horses feet seemed
Z Keep time to sort o :une-"Piegans,
ride fast! Piegans, ride fast!" beat ont
by tn click O. tn iallin' hoofs, au' tn'
moot o an owl chImed in on tb' same
key.
Lens road lay tn same as mine fer a
couple o miles, but we scarcely spoke
till tn trail branched, an singin' out, :,
"Hang on by tn skin O. yer teeth till we
get there!" he turned t TIL left an
struck out fer tn big plateau in tn Low
or Lake basin, while kept on down tn
coulee t tn Silver Concho rauchhouse.
didn't have t put quirt or spur t
my horse; he knew whuS / wanted by
tn tone O my voice an tn touch o my
hand on tn rein, an was layin' off tn
ground tn very best he knew how.
Twas six good miles from tn bend, an
1t gave me time t study about tn job
had on hand. A white man always
feels like he cd whip about five times
his own weight in redskins, but 1 knew
thet fifty of 'cm-an' Backfeet at thet-
was a mighty big contract fer man o
my size. An then thought about tn
woman, an tn baby.
Y see Perry Winston came out here
from tn States a dozen years ago-on
Sccount o somcthin' bein' little of
with one o his luugs-an' hired me fer
guide on long hunt up among tn
Rockies; an happened t save his life
o time or two before We got back. o
course 1t was all in tn way o. business,
en- whut 'u'd be sure t happen to a
hsir-brained kid o. a youngster like he
Nas then; but Perry never fergot it, an
when he made up his mind thct this
country was good enough fer him, an
settled down at tn Concho, first as cow
hand, an then as manager an partner
fer Perry's got morey-he use t. smoke
his pipe, nights an rainy days, over a.
my shack nigh about rs ofen as he did
at home weth tn boys.
Well, after a while he went back t
see tn Old folks, an tn old place; a
b-own-faccd, broad-shouldcred feller,
tibet I'd vow never knew he had such a
thing as pair o. lungs about him; bat
rollin' little in his gait, from sittin'
close t a stock saddle nine months in
tn year. Tn next winter he went az d,
az that time he brought wife homS
weth him; tn prcttiest aa' best LITTLE
woman on tn northcrn range, as every
man on tn river.--except tn few thet':
got wives O. their own---'n freely swear
O. course l thought then thet it 'u'd
be all weth me, but net bit o. it. Sac
was jest as much my friend as Perry
was, an 1 saw him nis;h as of'cn as
did before, til only difference beIn' thct
went t tn Concho. instead O. his ridia
over I my place, an after while there
was tn baby thet 'u'd conc t me--attel
a big romp weth her fa.hcr---an' cIddle
her fluffy ye!low head ag'ir my old can.
vas coat an drop of To- sleep. tell y
when | thocght o how them red i.nps
'u'd dash Eer brains olt ag'in tn wal
an trample lie. under their dirty moe
casias l unslung my Winchester an
drove Ia steels iato poor Tartar. tha!
was ucss-:in' his length ct very .t:ide
an punP;n' fer breath like broken.
vinded steam eagine already.
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