Willmar tribune., 1900-05-23
An Avenging Rescue
BY Bourbon Wilson.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS,

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IN THOSE good old days when the
/ Apache was yet lord of the Mexican
Sierra Madre, was commissary clerk
in grading outfit that was engaged in
building a railroad in the state of Chi
huahua. While this position was one
that gave me constant opportunity. for
the study of mulishness, there having
been 300 mules in the outfit, it was not
one calculated to make me familiar
with feminine nature, graders camp
being no place for woman; neverthe-
less, it was while so employed that my
personal observation brought me to the
conclusion that there is no creature
more whimsical than a woman, unless
it be mule.
p chihuahua was wild bit of country
in those days, an uninhabited desert of
bare mountains and hills, and waterless
svalleys'a and plains for the greater part;
as, for that matter, it is still so. but the
Apaches are not there now. and
Apaches are-well, there is nothing
with which to compare an Apache.-un-
less to- the devil, Of whose character
lstics have only hearsay knowledge.
The mules of the outfit were plain,
everyday mules, sometimes sensible
and tractable, at other times foolish
and stubborn, but energetic kickers al
ways. Their leader was not one of
their own number, as one would natur-
ally expect, but an old gray mare with
a vicious temper-whoh hated them with
all her heart, and who was continually
dghting them, ever keeping them we'll
beyond the reach of her heels and teeth
land her they reverenced, if ever
mules can be said to reverence any
thing, never offering to return her
kicks and bites, and they would have
followed her into the very jaws of
death. And because of this leadership
the old gray was assigned as mount to
the man who took the herd out every
night to pasture, for with her under
the control of an experienced man there
was but little danger of the mules be-
ing stampeded and run off by the
zApaches. *zs-.z~~-, Is -
: With few exceptions the men of the
outfit were in keeping with their sur
roundings. Wild, rough fellows. whose
only law was the dictate of the six
shooter held persuasively at .'the
DROP" and. the few orders by the ''boss''
of the outfit: Ofthese, none was wilder
or rougher than one who was named
Bill Smith: Physically, he was giant,
and he was an ideal laborer, but moral
ly he was a weakling, and his great
strength in connection with extra ordi-
nary quickness in drawing his gun, Civ
ing him unlimited confidence in him
self, at the same time inspiring his
comrades with fear of him, he became
the bully of the camp, though he was
not the coward that most bullies are.
Among the few who were not of Bills
class was a young Mexican, whose name
appeared on the books as Luis Montez,
but who was known to the men as ss.Kid
Cook" this nickname having come of
his. position as cook assistant, i and
his smooth. beardless face. He was a
quiet fellow Of about 10 years. given to
blushing when roughly spoken to, and
was as shy and timid as a girl; natural
ly he eassociated ver.,. little with the 9TH
er men, and, disliking him because of
this, they bullied him continually.
Part of Kids duty was to help serve
at table, and one day, while filling Bills
cup with coffee, some one struck his
arm, and some of the hot fluid fell on
the bully's hand. With a below sof
rage, Bill sprang to his feet and, with a
sweeping blow, sent Kid staggering
down in corner Of the tent. where he
stood over him With drawn revolver,
threatening to kill him il a dozen diff
ferent ways if he should so much as bat
his eye. Nobody offered to intervene,
for all knew that, il left alone, Bill
would do the boy no further harm, but
il interferred with might shoot him in a
spirit Of savage will lfulness, and that, as
{ he used his gun promiscuously when
once started, somebody else would get
hurt. Kid wisely made no protest but
lay still and quiet, covering his flaming
face with his hands and, after awhile,
Bill put up his gun and went back to the
table
,ss Anybod but q bully would haye3let
that end the inciden ii, hut Bill seemed
unable to forget hissscalde hand, and
]. never tired Of bad dgering the timid cook.
Z Kid avoided him q s much as possible,
hut could not escape him At meal times.
when would pour from him 4 perfect
ts