The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1908-01-24

80 cure crazy, . I'm! Why, i bought
that fellow from Jesse Black I, ntbar
dag. I've got bill OF sale for him
I'm shippin' a couple OF cars to Sioux
City and bought him to send along
That's on the square,"
Il don't doubt its far as you're
concerned. Bill Brown" said Jim. "but
that's our critter jest the same. and
III jest tote i'm along f you've no oh.
jections"
well, guess not!" said Brown, la
conically.
Look here, Bill Brown" jim was
getting hot headedly angry, didn't
you know Jesse Black stands trial to-
morrow for rustlin' that there very
critter from the Three Bars rancho"
mo, l didn't" Brown answered
shortly. ANY case?"
Il guess yes! Williston o the Lazy
saw this very critter On that island
where Jesse Black holds out" He
proceeded to relate infinitely the story
to which Williston was going to swear
on the morrow But" he concluded.
"Jesse's goin' to fight like hell against
beir bound over"
We'll. well.' said Brown, perplexed-
ly. But the brand Jim, it's not
yours or Jesse's either"
acquainted with any J R ranch in
these parts?" queried Jim, shrewdly.
Il Amt"
We'll, neither am IT, confessed
Brown, but that's not sayin' there
amt one somewhere. Maybe we can
trace it back"
"Shucks!' exploded jim.
Maybe you're right, Jim, but
don't propose to lose the price O. that
animal lessn 1 have to. You can't
blame me for that. I paid good money
for it, If it's your'n, why, of course,
it's your'n. But l want to be sure first.
Sure you'd know him, Jim? How
could you be so blamed sure? Your
boss must range 5000 head"
"Know him? Know Mag? I'd know
Mag eff my eyes were full O. soundin'
cataracts. He's an old and tried friend
O. mine. The meanest critter the
Lord eyer let live and that's a fac.
But the boss calls i'm his maggot.
Seems to actually churish a kind o.
'fection for the ornery critter, and
says the luck O the Three Bars would
sort O peak and pine eff he should
ever git rid O the pesky brute. Maybe
he's right. Leastwise, the critters his
and when things yours, why, it's
yours and that's all there Is about it.
BY crack, the boss is some mad!
You'd think him and that wall-eyed
cross-grained son-of-a-gun had been
kind and lovin' mates these many
years. Well, I amt met up with this
ornery critter for some time. Hullo
| there, Mag! Look kind O. sneakin'
now, don't you, wearin' that outland
1sh and unbeknownst ] R ?"
Bill Brown thoughtfully surveyed
the steer whose ownership was thus
so unexpectedly disputed.
"You hold him." insisted Jim. CT
he amt ours, you can send him along
with your next shipment, can't you.
What you wobblin' about? Amt afrait
the boss IL claim what amt his, are
you, Bill Brown"
well, I can't hep myself, I guess,
said Brown, in tone of voice which
told plainly of his laudable effort tt
keep his annoyance in subsection tt
his good fellowship. you send Lang
ford down here first thing in the morn
ing. If he says the critters his'n thai
ends it,"
| Now that he had convinced his
quondam acquaintance, the present
shipper, to his entire satisfaction
Jim glanced at his watch with os
tentatious ease. His time had come
If all the minutes of all the time tt
come should be as short as those II
| had been, how soon he, Jim Munson
COW puncher, would have ridden then