The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1902-06-08
BILL WILSON OF THE BRAZOS.

WRITTEN FOR THE UNpAY RFprrRrrr
-Yoa-au receila" observed the o1d ca t+,.
man. turning 20 me one evening with an air
wherein amtaht1ty. and & WILLINGNESS for
Story telling seemed evenly active, 'you-alI
recalls how I speaks recent Of this yere
Wild BIZ Hiclzox as q sort O. nacheral born
sharp with q str-shoOthrr Thar's a big dif-
ference that away In folks. One gents
long SUIT is bein' quick on the pull; another
is plumb vehement an rapid IN shaktn' the
lead orten ha gunS another is 80 shore q
shot that at any distance, long or short.
he'll kill oftener with one cartridge than
most gents would Eith all SIX; while thar's
xtin others who couldn't hit their pard
across g. poker table an blaze away a
week ASH states. thars a mighty sight OF
difference in folks.
"Speakin' Of sharps who's quick, We ex-
periences one Of these we're hash-light peo-
pie In Woolville once, an he's that deft an
lively with his Colts It comes clost to stick
In his nose in a moose. The problem holds
the strangers in a angle throughout the
time OF two drinks It's Doc Poets who
solves the play an shows Us how that gent
should go free. Poets Is a great scientist,
son; as 1 look BACKYARD. I'm free to remark
that, bar Colonel Sterett, Doc Poets Is the
finest dedicated souid who ever uplfts the
mental average OF Arizona
This time Doc Poets proves how free
from stain the survivor is, occurs when two
parties pulls OF 4 shootin' in the night.
Both IS more or less strangers to the camp.
an the appearance Of neither amt what
you-all, ErOpIn' for q word, would term re-
assurin'.' They shore does look like felons,
both Of 'eU. rs out back of the Dance
Hall one evenin' when a gun banks once,
short an sharp it is, like the bark OF a dog.
With the cur osity which prevails in from
Ter camps, a passed. Of us who amt busy
over faro hank nor other engrossin' sub
jects, sa'nters forth to see who does Il an
who's dowied. Being but one shot, OF
course, We saveys that some gent gets
stopped Tor good.
h they be: the killer an his prey.
The dead gent Is piled up on his face, an
his siX-shCOter layiu' loose on the grass
near his right hand. The bullet, when Poets
looks Tor II. goes in ouder his right arm am
crosses over an locates itse'f most likely in
his heart; an as this yere last Is common
ly fatal, ne peters out.
"Whe The Strangers come down to con-
s!uer THIS incident, the gent who does the
shoOtln' allows departed gets to his hard
ware first an forces his hand. He says
lie slams away in self defense.
But If he acquires his gun first says
Enright. who's dealiu' the game for the
Strangers, how comes it you're the first
70 get in your SlRckT
Because he's a heap more slothfuI thar
me- says the cliprit. I'm a mighty ner-
vous person an plenty abrupt with a gun.
Jack Moore takes the cartridges outen
his pistol an tells this rapid fire party to
belt on the empty weapon. Now says
Jack. let's see how soon you can come TO
the front with that
"Accoosed. at the word, makes a move SO
quick it battles the gave Of the Committee;
he has the empty iron on Jack before ever
you might bat Jour eye. Speak of bein'
soon! Lightnin' is preeposterous compared
TO him.
Thar shore don't SEEM says Jack, as
he takes back the s-x-shooter, no elements
OF declaration about your gun play
AT that says accoosed. I only exceeds
this neTson 1 down by a ha'r. He has his
arm up an his weapon p'inted. He's organ