Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1895-11-12

settin again Cherokee last night, says the
old man, an so l jest prowls down in my
blankets an sleeps till about an hour ago.
$50 the old man buys stack of blues,
an sets them all on the ten. 1t was Jest
Their in comes the big man who was postin
of the notices former an points six shoot
er at Gentry an says:
"'Put your hands up--put them up
quick, or I'll drill you'll Old as you be I
dom t take no chances
cat the first word Nell comes down off
her stool like small landslide, while
Cherokee brings a gun to the front in a
fash The old man was right up with the
procession, too, an stood thar, his gun in
his hand, his eyes a-glitterin an his white
beard a-curlin like CATS He was clean
strain, he was.
"'Let me get word in, gents, says
Cherokee, plenty cam, AN don't no one
set in his stack unless he's to hand. I
does business yere my way, an I'm shorely
due to down the first man who shoots
across any layout Of mine. Don't make no
mistake or the next censusll count one
behind, shore
"'What be you all amin to celebrate,
anyhow says Jack Moore, gettin the big
mans gun, while Boggs gets Gentry's.
Who's Wolfville entertainin yere, I'd like
to know
"'I'm a Wells Fargo detective, says the
big man, an this yere, a-pointin to old
Gentry, lis Jim Yates, the biggest holdup
an stage robber between here an Frisco.
That old tarrapin'll stop stage like
young one would clock, jest to see what's
into it. He's the man was pastin up the
notice for this mornin.
"'He's a liar, says the old man a. gettin
uglier every minute Give us our six
shooters an turn us loose, man. If don't
lance the roof Of his lyin mouth with the
front sight of my gun, I'll cash in for a
boss thief or anything else you say
What do you say, Enright?' says
Moore. Let us give 'em their gatlin's an
let them lope. I've got money as says the
Wells Fargo bill paster can t take this yere
old Cimmaron little bit.
Which I trails in says Boggs, with
few chips on the same card.
"'No, says Enright. If this we're old
mans a-rustlin the mails, we can't know
it too quick. Wolfville is straight camp
an don't back no criminal plays, none
whatever
$50 Enright calls a meetin of the
strangers, Of which he was head, an we
all goes over to the New York store to talk
1t over. Before we done powwows two
minutes up comes old Monte, the stage
driver, all dust an cuss words, an allows
he's been stood up out by the Cow springs
six hours before an is out the mailbag an
the Adams company's box. We all looked
at old man Gentry, an he shorely seemed
to cripple down whole lot.
"'Gentry, says Poets after minute,
walkin over to him, Il hears you tell Nell
you was sleepin all day jest take this
yere committee to your budwer an let's see
how it looks some"
"'The turns agin me, said the old
man, an lose. I'll cut it short for you
all an tell you right off the reel. held up
the stage this afternoon mese'f.'
"'This yere's straight goods, I take it,
says Enright, AN our duty's plain. Go
over to the corral an get a lariat, Moore
"'Don't let Enright hang the old man,
Cherokee says Nell, beginnin to cry.
Please don't let EN- hang him.
This holdin your gun on your friends
amt no picnic, says Cherokee, fushin up
an turnin paler than ever, but your word
way we does: I'll make them talk, an
you run over to the corral an bring the best
boss you see saddled. I'll still be talkin
when you come back, all you creeps up an
whispers to the old man to make jump
for the pony while covers the deal with
my six shooter. If they gets him then,
they'll get him in the smoke It's playin
it low on Enright an Poets an the rest
but I'll do it for you, Nell
$50 Cherokee says to the girl, 'Goodby,'
an squares himself for what he knows will
DO a desperate play, an from which it's
goin to be some unusual If he comes out
alive. Then he begins to talk, an Nell
makes quiet break for the corral. But
no boss was needed. Cherokee didn't talk
a minute when all at once tho old man
tips off his chair in 'pleptio fit. A 'plep-
tic fit is very permiscus an tryin, an
when he comes to himself he was camped
just this side Of the dead line an could
only whisper.
"'Come yere, says he, a-motionin to
Cherokee There's stack Of blues where
sets it on the ten, open, which you amt
turned for yet Take everything got an
put 1t with it. If it lose, it's yours, Of
course; If it win, give 1t to the little girl
"This was all he says, an he dies the
very next second on the list. There was
over So, 900 in his warbags, an we all pos
sesses ourse'fs Of 1t mighty prompt an
goes over to the Red Light an puts it on
the ten along Of the stack Of blues. Chero-
kee goes on with the deal, an I'm blessed
If the ten wasn't loser, an Cherokee gets it
all.
"'But won't win agin dead man.
says Cherokee, an gives it to Nell who
wasn't SO superstitious.
"'Do you mind, says Boggs as we all
takes drink after, as how prophesied
this yere the minute l hears Cherokee
a-tellin about his jacks up on the Fights,
the hand the dead man heldp New
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