Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1904-09-24
ROBBERS.

/ f-OI ~ DtF4iA Wy AAlilblQiltG the itiltdIk
that Holy Cross is the biggest house in
| arizona which it derives its name from
being a sort Of mongrel proposition, cross
| 5etwiNt u palace and a fortress. The
house was built by a Mexican, by name
| Ell Senior Don Luis Barios. Afterward
he sold it TO Lord Balshannon. a tender
| foot and a British colonel but dead
shot and therefore respected on the stock
range.
Now, this Balshannon person hired ne
which NY name is Chalkeye Davies
TO supcriutend ms COW works. educate
! nm IN cows, and teach him the natural
history of us cowboys; tac same being
unexpected and prickly. My Patronc
used to trust me complete, being mostly
engaged himself in studying the local
breeds Of whisky at Tombstone City, and
bucl,inc up against faro bank, the poker
1ame and other crooked layOuts. lie
sowcd liberal. and the dealers reaped.
One day he came from Tombstone and
tracked me to my roundup camp at
Iaetna, whcra ! had twenty Mexican va
oucros branding and cutting the spring
crop Of salve~. The Patrone found us
all at supper, 50 while we ate he told ME
the local gossip; how The Tombstone
strangers had gathered in three bad
men and stretched their nccks by way
If encouraging virtue; how Low Lived
Joe had shot up another Mexican. and
how Mr.. Ryan, the richest man in Ari-
zma. vas putting in big developments on
the Jim Crow mine Then he passed nc
bio rim fire cigar of the special breed
| like, which is pretty nearly strong
enough to buck.
III Chalkeye,7 says lie, give Your
men all the sleep You can. At midnight
you1l pull out for Wolf Gap and at
streak Of dawn gather the whole Of orr
horses. Run them rs hard as YOU can to
Holy Cross and throw them into the
house"
"Indians2" says l.
No, horscrustlcrs. They've heard Of
cur half bred ponies, and Sheriff Bryant
varied me- We mustn't let these poor
robbers fall into er-temptation don [
you know 50 mount a guard at the
house, ana see that tie men have plenty
of ammunition
YES sir"
e friend Of mine mas turned this gang
''"9o N'i my STUN AHcl' bttH ViNONV'l
work"
"kv0n worl, -
"Hav-yes. What makes YOU think Of
Ryap?'
wall. | dunno, boss; but seems to me
this Ryan has made bad medicine a4in
you before. 1t was plumb kind and pc.
lite OF him To send glandercd horses to
drink at yo' water holes, and hire Apache
Indians to murder You, not to mention
other little plays ! heard of since. Hes
gut wealth enough To charter tins outic
ot robbers he's mean as snakes he's
sworn TO wipe YOU out What's the mat
lei with me goim to the jim, Crow mue
ard shooting this ycre Ryan by way Of
precmtion!"
Indeed, all! Nou1l do no such thing.
haW- fact is. | promised Lady Bal
shannon not to shoot Mir. Ryan He
reared mp to leave me, and grabbed MY
paw. We'll. Cholkcyc,' says he. Il
thinks must be oil 20 see that my wife
( IS not alarmed by this new game 81
hFau's, You'll find me at the house"
BY noon next day I brought our herd
Of ponies to Holy Cross and watered
them at the dam, which held some two
or three acres of water Just under the
western wall of the hacienda. \ few
old trees sheltered the pool. one Of which
bad lately been struck down by light
ming, So 1t happened that. turning the
I herd up from water, my riders got n
little mare snarled in the fallen branches
IN which she broke her leg and had 10
/ he shot | gave orders to nave the body
hauled away at shutdown, then threw
/ The herd into he stable court, mounted
a 2U"ld on the northwest bastion. sent
a servant with my compliments to thc
( Fdtrone. and went TO my quarters
I mighty Nl~hful to catch mp lost sleeps.
/ had not slept an hour when the sen
! try fired, and man from the guard
! house came running. | jumped into my
+ boots, grabbed my gun. and bottled 10
the gates. where Balshannon Joined me
at the spy hole.
Who's coming he asked
~ Wnitc man, patroue. and bo,. ON
the dead run"
/ swung the gates wide open. and we
stood Watching the riders. a middle-aced
stoekman and a young cowboy. burning
'he trdll from the north. As they came
swinging mp the approach | reckon their
. horses ~mclt a Whit of blood from that
dead mare beside the water hole. Horses
20 crazy at the smell of blood ana
though the man held straight on nj Il
. pjunGu2 run ior the gates. the hoy lacked
strength 90 control his marc. When she
~wcNel i, >puwed, and then She reared
aud began to buck The saddle came
+ "auit, and the SomG~tcr went over with
/ IT, caught 10y the stirrup unable to ret