Bisbee daily review., 1909-03-04
THE LAST TRAIL OF
 JESSE B0LANDE

Rapid City was an extreme example 5f picturesque but unwholesonle community.
 1 The ineuElbeHs of the Tnarsfalcy CT Rapid City had won his exalted posi- tion solely because no one could recall tine when he had been either aila- tcry for 6 fatal moment. or inaccurate for an effective air's-breadth. Sc when be issued an odict against lca-Tgin ing guns inside tho 'city" limits the cogYunchers tooS out. thfir re 1 vcngc in oaths and threats against tho tnext election: and. from the very day ai.er the cdict, the place Of the pistol aneW it TO mere.
 I,arid Cisy had managed to survive l abops Q week of this uncomfortable. ircgative virtre. when Jesse Holande rode into town at about four in the afierncon He had been on his range all ,sCcL. and as he stood a. inc u,l- | ai-rcrea bar of Keno Jim's place ne listelCd to the new siatc of aIairs Sith many aa cath O. incredulcra amaze.
 | The marshal and Bclande were old
 rlcndg They Ind once moiled cn Q
 aged claim upon tho mountains to- | ther; they had stood back to back
 r skirnishcs with saveses.
 When the marshal eRired the sa-
 lcn. he did not, at first, sec Boiande's revolver, and there was an U1re- strained cordiality in the ''How!r with -Lich he greeted him. while the warmth Of Boiaadc's answer sErcve vith q pcciGcatcry Uleesincss.
 When finally the sllnt of Bolas de-
 lingy weapon struggled through the
 i2oizo Of the room to the nlarsEsrs
 ye, he said. quietly, hat the others
 night not hear: Jesse. stick yoBr shh lehind the bar un you're ieavin'
 oxn Cant lei you toto your irons in l ;his mans town EoS." ! cWrin' this place now. are you. mar. txaal:" I,iore vas too littio subtility :a solands's iHtonaticn te deceive ths marshal in ita pcrteRt, cad he dung 1 hack . sharp reply: "Any skin on -ou. f do:"
 And Iiolandc calmed before tho oth- | CTS frank resentment and shrrgghnG himself again, Burmurod: Nope. But l ,haru Se sono or the man that tries tc take Ily gun away
 Alnost ploadingly the ouicscent marshal answered: Jesse, I'll give l you tiH six o'clock to put up your gun O. pull your freight out of this"
 Still more unsssumingly, but still more firmly, BOlande ancwered: You l will find mo right Aerc at six. Bring your nerve with yoa, marshal. Have irink?"
 Dent mind fl do. Jesse. Here's howl" and they drained the martyr dom with undinching gusto.
 The marshal evidently thought t only right to give his old friend three minutes Of grace. for it vas little after the hour when hi5 sttp was heard on tho board walk outside.
 WitE epic equality and speed the 1 weapons icapCd into position. Almost reycreutially the HGrtisaHs 5f each Tftet his limp majesty from tho sticf1y pool o' hia own blood cud both were carried upstairs to It- { .le room il ,ho E0tci
 They placed a co, near tAc rlav- 1 slara bed Outside t,-e rcd cry of | lao prairie suUaaL Tls fasiHiaG 5-c
 artb to g res1o4a.sg Lash HI;iHr ] .hg room WAS s.a g'Hr Ehe { arzlcre pe oE frs i,t-c0Ur- ! a-G aaI0es.
 Tfg siatvg lauEs or .Eo twain ,zT 1 gIasrea ov.aill tho CCvarleL ] IslaH.'o Was lhe f-, -o fuG gnwcr ] for speech
 aA-a yoa easy. l.araHIg gagg gs a kid s5u g. cradle. Jess ! Low -c tHeg sou.a oa your sids-
 .so4a here. old man. HaI I'm Goin' .rst
 -yor won't beat me out five nia- ] uas. Jess"
 I' ht Ilue,l the marshal looked 8 rc- | rees'. and ale or tha men bent over 1 {. hear his feeble uu-trriugs, ,f.n vea. ont and rafuroGd with two glass, r ur whisky ou a cracked plate.
 Ne-Cz- .L.r ua7shai's 5ace auEteFad
 wan aEu-. 1i a smile, and he
 gFa between fierce gClps of pain l -ysr-eiagd thg-.Hst treat Jess. ] Have cua-3u mc-DoTT
 surg-old hoss,' vas the grlsly l csrd.aHty Of llo tortured Bolande. Better k-in-the-neG couu- ! tgy:"
 1 "Iow, was the marshals gcccp- tauce; and they drank With paEting effort.
 So they died. stern in wrath, stern in love. each content. rather than | proud. that he-and bis friend-hsd jled game.