The Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1???-1928, 1906-07-01

an he LATED. Keep right on. he says;
youll hit some place II you don't
strike White river. Where are you
from?'
Buchanan, Mizzoura,' | says.
"'What's your name?' he asks.
"Mose Pinckney,' | says.
why, sufferin' snakes!' he says.
You must be old man Pinckney's boy
old man Plnckney OF Buchanan.
| Well, shake!'
You know my pap, them I says.
Know him!' he says. / know him
better'n-'
He broke off an looked at the dim
horryzon, shadin' his eyes with his
hand. Seemed to me cd see little
dust right on the aidge of 1t, too
He wus the best friend / ever
had, says the Teller. sort o. hurried,
an hoppin' off his horse. See here
You're tired. Take thisyer horse an
light ont straight along the trail your
best licks
But" | says.
"'Ain't no but" about it, he says,
frownin'. Don't tell you you're the
son Of my best friend? owe your
dear, kind pap heap morn one
NANCY, flea bitten roam. You're wei
come to him as the flowers In May
81 says, II you owed my pap as
much as dollar an got out o. Blu
chanan alive 'thout payin' him you're
a wonder
You amt got no time TO talk
about ii If you want TO eat tonight,
says my mysterus benefactor, as he
omitted a slicker that bulged consid-
cradle In the middle with what looked
like fry pan an chuck Git up in
that saddle an let's see You ride
Don't you worry about me-
He slapped the horse with his hand
and II gave Jump that mighty nigh !
threw me an then ~ into a lope As
soon's got him started looked back, |
an see my fathers friend duck down
into the coulee.
After awhile 7 took the notion to .
look back an. sure enough, there wus I
some folks peltin' along behind me |
about mile an a half They was
what had been the dust didn't |
think they could have gained on me
that much an it made me mad. be-
cause I'd begun TO take a pride in old
Roany's performance Wen see about
this says to myself an give him
a touch OF the quirt. He made a Jump
or two forward an then one side step
that landed me in a bunch of sage
brush.
Il tried to ketch him, but he Jest
walked away from me, holdin' his
head sideways so he wouldn't step on
the bride. If | moved out of a walk
he done the same an he could out-tros
me. IL stopped he went to feedin'
again. I'd got right interested trailin'
about after him an Jest nearly ketch-
In him so | didn't hardly notice any
thing until somebody hollered 10 me
to throw up my hands looked
around an seen six good-sized bust
ness-ltke fellers with six extry-sized
all p'irtin' right straight
In my direction, Well | throwed up
my hands an one Teller with a crooked
nose rode up an dropped rope over |
me.
Gentlemen. says. T amt got but
sl2 about me, but you're welcome tc
that If you'll jest take this yer rope OF
me an give me my horse an Ter me ,
go
They lated az that But ono feller ,
says: Where did YOU git your horse. !
podner" An then I told EN- about !
The teller my father'd been good TO.
I don't believe word Of IT, saws
= man with @ black beard. but II it's
.rne ] think We ought 10 hang him.
Just the ssme. a Young fool like him
Is bound 10 be hung sooner or later
Two or three others took the same
view an then ] gathered Tor The FIRST
lime that they'd done me The injustice
II s'posln' III stole The horse was
i-ridin. Tho man who owned him !
thought 90 p'timlar They argued !
plenty about Il until fu1y one Of tho 2
'rowd allowed the other Teller copidn.
rave got far II Id been tellin' tAe !
ruth an II would waste time to hang !
ne We might shoot him ~ saws ]
Tie his legs ar leave him saws =
mother feiler. An that's what they !
lone. ,
Six mortal hours. gentlemen. 7 lais
'ut there In the hot sun. rolled I'd IN c
'ope like blame mummy. not able
o stir hand nor foot
"Fin1y I heard a horse a-iopin'
long an pretty scon heard the E
rooked-nose mans vol askin' me G
low ] found myself
II took ne some time, he avs
heerfui, 'bHt se got y0ur friend y
ia best come back an unite s
IN That's a good rope I've got on Z
q an ID hate 70 lose -ChicaFo q
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