Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1896-05-25
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buckskin boss, cuttin' all manner of
tricks, reachin' for things on the
ground, snatching off Mexicans' hats
an a-jumpin his pony over wagon
tongues an camp fxin's. All the
time a-whoopin' an yellin' an hav-
ing high old time by himself. You
could see he was a-getting up his
blood an nerve regular Indian
fashion. Pretty soon he takes down
his rope an goes to whirlin' that.
Two or three times he comes hashin'
by whar we were, an I looked for to
see him make a try for Jack. But he
was too far back Or too many round
him, or Pickles couldn't git his hoss'
step, or somethin' for he didn't throw
it, but jest kept yellin' an ridin' loud
er an faster every minute. About
this time Stockton came out from his
| barroom
| +" Look here, Pickles. he says, I
have just told three of my men to
shoot you up a whole lot if you go 'to
pitch that rope jest once;. an they're
going to do it. Bein' as the news con-
cerned you personal, l allowed it was
not nuthing more than friendly to tell
| you. Then ag'in I don't like to lose a
good customer like you It'll I has to,
no how
$50 old Ike he goes back to his bar
room, an Pickles gifts down an leaves
| his boss standin' an comes back up
on the porch.
g DO you know jack he says, I
talks Of Injuns, Pm Injun part myself
and don't like it,
MOP says Jack, Il s'pose that's a
fact, too. An yet, Pickles, not in
tending nothing personal at all, for |
wouldn't be personal with horned
toad, Pm not only onrespectful Of an
Injun and thinks the government
| oughter pay bounty for the skelps,
| but states a belief that mean, on
cry, mud blooded, sneaking, boss
stealing mongrel Of a half breed is
lower yet. / holding he amt even
nothing in fact. But, TO change the
subject as we'll as open an avenue for
another round Of drinks, I'll bet you,
Pickles, you stole that boss down
thar, an that the TX brand on
his shoulder amt no brand at all,
but jest picked on with the point of
knife
When Jack puts it all over Pickles
this away, we looked for some shoot
in shore. But Pickles couldn't steady
himself on the pinch. He was jest
| like lots of ponies I've seed. He'd
ride at thing as though he was go
in 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 There amt any breed
of man on earth but the pure white as
will play a desperate 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.'
cam then, jack he says, Il want
you to take dinner with me, I'll have
Ike git up somethin' right
6 'I'll go you,' says Jack, If it amt
nothin' but sowbelly'
g '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 of the corral, an you kin be jest
as sociable as you please. There won't
be nothin' nor nobody fur you to hurt
or disturb over there
after little their grub was got
ready in the camp house, an Jack an
Pickles walks over side an side. They
goes in an shuts the door, an in
about five minutes bang! bang! goes
two six shooters, an we all canters
over an finds Jack eatin' away all
right an Pickles over the other side
with his head in his tin plate and his
brains running out over his left eye.
6 1T don't look like Pickles was
hungry much after ALL says Jack.
ssThey'd both pulled their guns as
they sat down, an put sem in their
laps, but, jest as say, Pickles couldn't
stand the pressure, an gittin' 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 jury an tried Jack
for the KILN. Of course we know'd
he'd got to be acquitted an the KILN
was right, but it bothered US a heap
to find ground to put it on.
".You see said Dan Baggs, this