The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1909-06-27

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elbow are you, Laramie9' says
Boston
'' How arc you, Boston7' says Lara
mie
* T'm sort Of 'fraid, says Boston,
that | We struck streak of bad luck,
| fred at a man down to Taos, and l
allow I hit him pretty hard,
'Why, that s nothin', says Lara
mic. Ain t we had a man for break
fast quite frequent III Taos'
I" 'You see, he was talkin that way
to put Boston off his guard, and he
rode right up alongside of him, just
the same as if they was pards, and all
the time he was lookin' HIM over, and
he saw two big siN-shooters in his belt.
Well. they rode along, and Laramie he
was speakin real pleasant, and all of
Il sudden. quick as flash, he pulls his
gun and sticks il to Boston's s head, and
says he: Drop your belt, or | II kill
you,'
81 You don't mean it" says Boston,
starin.
a. Drop your belt, and be id quick
about it, or IL blow your head off, ,
=. yells Laramie; and Boston he didn t
wait no longer.
- Have you a Derringer hid about
you?' asks Laramie
NO. says Boston, very sulky like
"Well, Laramie he feels him over,
and then says he: Turn round and
ride back to Taos. or III shoot you
like dawg, the way You got my pard.'
And Boston he knew the game was
up, and he didn e say another word,
but just rode along as quiet as lamb;
and as they passed the belt, with the
two pistols III it, lynn on the ground,
Laramie he swings himself down and
picks them up; and all the way back
he never took his eyes off of Boston,
and kept his guns on him, And when
he got back to Taos, and Boston was
locked up, YOU bet the boys just rode
Laramie round on their shoulders, and
they set up the drinks-champagn
wine, too; eight dollars bottle You
got away with Boston. but Boston him
self told the boys, when they was try
ing him He said no one else could
have done it,
Evidently a reliable man in
pinch your friend Laramie | re-
marked. as Badly concluded.
"You bet that s what he is re-
turned the sheriff, enthusiastically.
EAnd remember what j told you. Reno,
if the u. ). ever wants handy deputy,
you know where to find him.
Three weeks later / was destined TO
be reminded of my conversation with
the sheriff by strange coincidence. A
telegram reached me from headquarters
lnstructlng me to proceed to Flagstaff
and arrest four Mexicans who were
running a sheep ranch and wcre ac-
cused OF setting fire TO government tim
Der, There was nothing out OF the or.
dinary about this, but when my eye
rested on the name Of Jose Gutierrez
in the message my mind reverted to
Baldy's suspicion regarding the out
laws who had been responsible for the
robbery at the Blue Moon mine, and l
INDUCED in gasp of astonishment.
''Queer thing I mused, "if these
fellows should turn ont to be the mem
bers of the gang that got away from
Baldy.'
The others named In the telegram
were Victor Anton, Garcia SomreZ and
course knew nothing. At all events
the Blue Moon affair meant nothing TO
me, 1t was case for the territory au-
thorities TO handle. What ] had to do
was TO get after the bunch on the gov
crnment charge, and L proceeded to
make my arrangements at once. The !
message further stated that it would |
be well for me TO take along as deputy |
a man that ! conld rely thoroughly |
upon in case of trouble, as the Mexicans |
wore said to be a bad lot, who did not |
peaceful pursuit of sheep herding, but
were suspected Of indulging in other
pastimes frowned upon by the law. The
result of my cogitatjons was the dis
patching of a message to Badly inform
ing him that I had some important bus
mess on hand, and would be glad to
avail myself of Laramie Bill's val |
liable services If they could be had in
hurry.
Tho sheriff was true TO his promise,
and must have acted with lightning
promptitude, for five hours later Lara
mic Bill himself stood before me,
He was in no sense of the word
big man this celebrated specimen of
the border breed. Five feet eight IN
height, and built on graceful, rather
than powerful lines, he did not look at
Erst sight TO be a particularly danger
Gus antagonist But there was some
thing cat-like in his movements and
hint OF suppressed fires in the glance
of his cold gray eyes that bespoke the
man to be a perfect whlrlwind of ac
tivity and determination when aroused
TO action. His voice, low in tone and
drawing forth sentences with seem
ingly lazy indifference, was also high
ly deceptive, if taken as an index to
the character Of the owner; but the
recollection of what Badly had told
me acted as an effectual preventative
Of the mistake of Judging by outside
appearances, and / felt confident that
had secured an assistant who would
not fail me In the hour of need. II
took only few moments to swear Lar
annie into the service of Uncle Sam,
and we started off on our expedition.
Flagstaff is about 275 miles from
Tucson, as the crow flies, so that we
had a pretty long journey ahead of us
for the first stage, but Laramie was in
eXuberant spirits, and seemed TO look
upon the whole affair as II kind Of a
pleasant picnic.
''I take it kind of you," he observed,
in his soft, hesitating drnwl, "to have
rung me in on this deal. And, by the
way, ] kin tell you something about
these here birds we re after ] kuowed
This here Gutierrez and them three pals
Of his back in Taos quite a piece ago.
They was bad lot, all OF 'em, and
thc camp didn't have no use for 'em,
though we never got 'em just dead to
rights at any of their games. You kin
bet il ain t sheep herdin' that's takin
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