Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1912-06-13

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Pick up your gun!" the brief words
swapping out. This is the second time
I've caught you hunting trouble. The
next time you are going to find 1t.
saw you run into this lady-what did
you do it for?"
II only wanted to see who she was,
Bill"
you needn't call me Bill. 1 don't
trot in your class. My name is
Hickock to you. Was 1t any of your
affair who she was?"
II reckoned l know'd her, and l
did"
The marshal turned his eyes toward
Hope, and then back upon Scott, evil
IDENTIFY slightly interested
so? Recognized an old friend.
suppose?"
The slight sheer in wild Bilrs"
soft voice caused Scott to fame up in
sudden passion.
mo, didn't! but called the turn
Just the same-she's Christie Mac
1aire."
The marshal smiled.
Cali right, little boy" he said sober
~. Nov you trot straight along to
bed. Don't let me catch you on the
street again tonight, and I'd advise
you not to pull another gun-you're
too slow on the trigger for this town.
Come along, Doctor, and We'll get
Miss Maclaire to her hotel"
He shouldered his way through the
collected crowd, the other following.
Hope endeavored to speak, to explain
to Fairbain who she actually was, real
Tying then, for the first time, that size
had not previously given him her
name. Amidst the incessant noise
and confusion the blaring of brass,
and the jangle of voices, she found it
Impossible to make the man compre-
bend She pressed closer to him, hold
ing more tightly to his arm, stunned
and confused by the fierce uproar. The
stranger steadily pushing ahead OF
them. and opening path for their
passage, fascinated her, and her eyes
watched him curiously. His name was
an oddly familiar one, associated in
vague memory with some of the most
desperate deeds ever witnessed in the
West, yet always found on the side OF
law and order; it was difficult to con-
ceive that this quiet-spoken mild eyed,
gently smiling man could indeed be
the most famous gun fighter on the
border, hated, feared, yet thoroughly
respected, by every desperate be.
tween the Platte and the Canadian
Beyond the glare and glitter of the
Metropolitan Dance Hall the noisy
crowd thinned away somewhat, and
the marshal ventured to drop back be
side Fairbain, yet vigilantly watched
every approaching face
Town appears unusually lively to
night, BILL observed the latter grave
ly, and the boys have got an early
start"
West end graders just paid off.
was the reply They have beer
whoopin' it up ever since noon, ant
are beginning to get ugly. Now the
rest of the cltfit are showing up, ant
teresting happening before morning
Wouldn't mind it so much if had {
single deputy worth his salt
Whats the matter with Bain?"
Nothing, while he was on the job
but Red Haggerty got him in Pom.
Joe's' shebang two hours ago; sho
him in the back across the bar. Me-
never even pulled his gun"
I'm sorry to hear that; what be
came of Haggerty?"
The marshal let his eyes rest ques
tioningly on the doctors face for al
instant.
We'll, happened to be just behin
Ned when he went" he said gently
''and Red will be buried on Boot
Hilr tomorrow I'm afraid l don
give you much chance to show you
skill, Doc" with smile.
IF they all shot like you do, m
profession would be useless. What
the matter with your other deputies
Lack of nerve, principally, I reel
on; amt one of EN- worth the powde
to blow him up. I'd give something jus
now for fellow had down at Dodg
no Woa man Navor had tn re-