The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1908-01-23


Which never did see two tender
feet so yoonanimous for goin' back be-
forel In no time after Cottonwood
ventilates that plug hat, they're or.
derin' spechul buckboards from the
corral, an getting packed to pull their
freight. They allows they've been
imposed on by the bar-keep at the Orr,
entail over in Tucson, he havin' de-
scribed Wolfville as bein as quiet as
a church.
He sends us like lambs TO the
slaughter! they says an once we're
back, Wen unfurl to him our views
concernin' the lies he tells
"Shore Enright talks, an Poets
talks but what's the use? They tries
to make these yere visitors see things
in their troo light, an that it's only
Cottonwoods way of bein' sociable.
They even offers to hang Cottonwood,
il the ceremony will promote a better
onderstandin'. It's of no avail after
that gun-play any gent who says
'Wolfville' to them capitalists rs bark
in at knot. They simply won't have
III An so, when the blackboard Is
ready, they goes tearin' off to the
north in cloud of dust. handker-
chief over the plug-hat party's skelp,
the plug hat In his lap. He allows he'll
take it east to show what Arizona
RELY is.
81 reckon, Texas says Boggs.
heap moody, L owes you a red stack
I'll consider the money well invested
IL 1t results in my seem that misera-
BILE Cottonwoods moccasins ten feet
in the air.
"Enright calls the committee to-
gether in the New York store, though
he states that the session is informal
Its only intended to consider
says he, in what manner we can get
| this Cottonwood killed, with least dis
grace to ourselves
Whatever have / done?' demands
| Cottonwood, some querulous, as Moore
brings him before Enright an the rest
Of us by the scruff of his neck. What
ever have done now?'
what have you-all done?' repeats
Enright, between rage an disgust.
You aims blow at our prospects.
Which you shows yourself a menace
to free people. What made you go
swoopin' at that CAPITALISM
Capitalist says Cottonwood.
However do / savoy he's capitalist?
"Yere's a short-horn," thinks ], IAN
the camp plumb dead! I'll about jump
in, liven things up whole lot, an
give him good impression" That's
why throws myself loose like l do
IAN do you allow returns En-
right, savage an sarcastic, that to
burn up the causeway with your pony,
make a pinwheel of your six-shooter,
an'finish off by shootin' gents only
hat full of holes, is doc to make a
good impression? Is that your idee
Of invitin' the confidence Of stran-
ger?'
After waitin a while, an Cotton.
wood maxim no reply, Enright goes
on:
81 can't get over the notion that
you're more eediotic than criminal
An yet that don't let us In or out, but
leaves us sort O. straddle of a log.
Which l confesses, not without shame,
that I'm nonplussed. Yere you go
stampedin' them 'talists-said con.
duct bein' a bet which no sef-respect-
in commoonity can overlook! An no
jail to put you in! Besides, in that
school of correspondence wharin ]
was reared, it's alters been held that,
when you've got party you ought to
lock up, you've got one you ought to
kill. Cottonwood, l can't see nothin'
for it but hang. Troo, you amt
bumped off no one; but, as reads the
CONSTRUCTION, we're testified in send
ing you over the divide onder the gen.
raj welfare clause of that instroo-
ment. That's my view; what do you
say, Doc?
(which I'm lost in the same neck
Of woods with yourself says Poets
I asks myself what else is thar to
dor
"Enright beats on the table, an
looks about. Has any gent su'ges
tion?' he asks. Thar bein' no response
he turns ag'in to Cottonwood, who
stands round-eyed an amazed like a
young ground-own. Have you any
thing to offer before an outraged pub
lie uses you to decorate the windmill
We regrets this finish, but you forced
our hands yourself. AS for me. per
sonal, I've stood between you an
poplar clamor all will. II you'v any
thing to say speak out; an while he's
talkin', Jack, you might as we'll go fol
a lariat.'
The locoed Cottonwood begins t.
take an interest. See yere,' he says
an his manner is heap plausible an
wheedlin'; 'you-all gents don't want t.
hang me. An, between us, thar's rea
sons, private to be personal, why
don't want to be hanged none. A
least you-all ought to give gent I
showdown. III tell you what: II
nacherally cut the kyards to Sc,
whether hang or go free? Or, II 20,
objects to kyards, I'll throw the die,
first flash out of the box?'
"Enright doorin' these nrofsara 4