Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-11-19
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carp and Masterson.

Il was present, too, once when a very
well-known bad man of the southwest
Wyatt carp. no less, deliberately and reck-
lessly gave so noted a killer as Bat Mas
terson the edge on him in the heat of an
extreme soreness against Masterson, who
was then the marshal OF Dodge.
There were a number of the carp boys
and one of them. Virgil upon the occasion
of visit to Dodge had been told by Mas
terson that that section was too far north
Virgil carp to get back to the cactus coun-
try quick and sudden. Masterson in fact
enforced this recommendation at the point
of one of his guns, and Virgil didn't see
any sense In arguing against that kind of
persuasion. So he ducked out Of Dodge,
but when he got down to Arizona he told
his brother Wyatt. the hardest nut of that
craggy family, how Masterson had given
him the hot-foot out of Dodge.
Wyatt rode right up to Dodge to see
Masterson about 1t. Wyatt carp had never
met Bat Masterson, but he had all kinds of
contempt and scorn for the marshal of
Dodge, as he had for any man who did all
of his slaughtering in the name of the law.
He looked upon any man who got behind
the screen Of the laws authority to do his
gun fighting as piece Of paste, and it was
for the purpose of expressing this opinion
to Bat Masterson that he hurried up to
Dodge.
"As soon as Wyatt carp got into Dodge
he made hurried inquiry as to where he'd
be able to find Masterson, and somebody
told him that Bat was playing seven-up In
the back room of Pack Wingate's hotel
bar. carp hiked for Wingate's like but
ton drummer making for an early morning
train.
"Earp clomped into Wingate's bar and
asked the barkeep which of the two seven
up players at the table was Masterson.
The barkeep nodded in the direction of the
marshal. carp got over to the seven-up
table in a couple Of strides. He gave the
table a bang with his fist that made the
cards dance. and he stuck his face within
four inches Of Masterson's.
YOU'RE a law-murderin son Of q coy
ote. Masterson.' carp said to the marshal
of Dodge. and for two bits and poncho
I'd take them law guns away from you and
run 'em down your throat.
"Masterson, who never was first-rater
In his business-and I know-looked flus-
tered. He didn't know carp. but he saw
that the man who was talking to him was
the real thing.
land I'll give you this much the best of
it. at that. you squaws dog, said carp.
from his belt. slammed them down on the
table beside Bat Masterson. tho killing
marshal Of Dodge, and stepped five PAGES
back from the table. feeling Of his knive.
Far from wanting an edge, carp was
deliberately giving the edge to the man who
at that time had the record for his quick
ness on the trigger and the number Of
his killings.
"But Masterson caved-it wasn't the first
nor the last time that he caved, either.
"'Oh, behave he said. weakly and
hoarsely, to the Infatuated carp.
carp walked back to the table, picked up
his guns. stuck them Into his belt. deliber-
ately spat on the pack Of cards lying face
up on the table, and walked out. not even
taking the precaution to walk out back
ward, thus showing his supreme contempt
for the marshal of Dodge. Having made the
only Masterson wilt, he considered his
brother Virgil's account squared.
''The first mark Of the genuine blown-in-
fhe-hotfla had Is that he Is always,
under any and all circumstances, dead will
ing to give the other fellow even the shade
the best of a .get-together If his crouch Is
strong and his blood is sure-enough pfzen.