Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1895-09-28

time, says JACK, meDDy NOT AW
month, so don't go maxim any friendly
waits fur me nowhar on the trail
Pickles, cause you'd most likely run
out of water or somethin' before ! got
alongr
'Bimeby Pickles he gifts saddled up
and comes chargin' round on his little
buckskin boss, cuttin' all manner OF
tricks, reachin' fur things on the
ground, snatchin' off Mexicans' hats,
an a-jumpin' his pony over wagon
tongues an camp fixin's. All the time
a-whoopin' an yellin', an hayin'
high old time all by himself. You
could see he was a-gittin up his blood
an nerve reglar Injun fashion. Pretty
soon he takes down his rope an goes
to whirlin' that. Two or three times
he comes fiashin' by whar we were, an
look for to see him make try Tor
Jack. But he was too far back or too
many round him, or Pickles couldn't
git his boss step, or somethin', for ne
didn't throw it, but jest kept yellin'
an ridin' louder an faster every min
ute. About this time Stockton came
out from his bar room.
so old Ike he goes back to his bar
room, an Pickles gifts down an leaves
his boss standin' an comes back up on
his porch.
Do you know, Jack says Pickles, ]
don't like the onrespeckful way you
talks of Injuns. I'm Injun part myself,
an ! don't like it,
No. says Jack. / s'pose that's
fact, too. An yet, Pickles, not intend
in nuthin' personal at all, for | would
MT be personal with horned toad,
I'm not only onrespeckful of an lnjun,
an thinks the guvment ought to pay a
bounty fur their skelps, but states
belief that a mean, emery. mud-blooded,
sneakin, hoss-stealin mongrel Of a
half-breed is lower yet. ! holdin he
amt even people-ain't even nuthin'.
in fact. But to change the subject az
we'll as open an avenue for anuther
round Of drinks, I'll bet you, Pickles,
you stole that boss down thar, an that
the z X brand on his boulder amt no
brand at all. but jest picked on with
the point of a knife
when Jack puts it all over Pickles
this way, we looked fur some shootin'
shore. But Pickles couldn't steady
himself on the pinch. He was jest
like lots of ponies I've seed. He'd ride
right at a thing as though he was goin'
clean through or over, an Jest the last
second he'd shy, an finch, an weaken.
The fact is, son, it wasn't Pickles fault.
Their ant any breed of man on earth
but the pure white as will play des-
perate deal clean through an call the
turn for life or death at the close; an
of course, Pickles was only half white.
So he laughed sorter ugly at Jacks
bluff, an allowed he'd order drinks
without no bettin'
An then, Jack he says, I want you
to take dinner with me. I'll have Ike
get us somethin' right
"Pll go you says Jack, III it amt
nothin' but sowbelly.'
"I'll fix you people up feed, says
old Ike, but you can't do your feedin'
in no dinin' room of mine. I'll fix it
over in the camp house, t'other side
the corral, an you kin be jest as socia-
BILE an smoky as you please. There
won't be nuthin' nor nobody fur you
to hurt or disturb over there
after a little their grub was got
ready in the camp house, an Jack an
Pickles walks over side an side. They
goes in and shuts the door, an in about
five minutes bang! bangl goes two six
shooters, an we all canter over an
finds Jack eatin' away all right. an
Pickles over the other side with his
head in his tin plate. and his brains
runnin' out over his left eye"
ct don't look like Pickles was hun
cry much after ALL says Jack.
They'd both pulled their guns al
they sat down an put 'em on their
laps but jest as say, Pickles couldn't
stand the pressure; an gettin nervous
he grabbed for his gun, an as he went
to git it up the muzzle caught under the
table top an there his bullet was all
safe in the wood. Jack bein' clean
strain had better luck.
after dinner we impaneled a Jury
an tried Jack for the KILN. or
course, we knowed he'd got to be ac-
quilted, an the KILN was right. but II
bothered heap to find ground to put
It on.
"'You see, says Dan Boggs, this kill
in was bound to be all right from the
jump, no matter who got sailed Each
was agin' the other un, an they lest
went to this shootin' hand in hand like
brothers. Neither was to blame. an,
that's what gifts me-
Finally, Cherokee Hall gifts up an
says: This here KILN was right bur
there bein' some present difficulty Of
givin' the reasons why it's all right. an
OWN, as we do, a dooty to the pub
lie, moves you that our verdict be
justified homicide" based on the
ground that Pickles commits suicide
This was good enough. OF course.
Pickles didn't commit suicide none.
but that didn't hurt 1t for a reason Just
the same"