The citizen., 1913-08-29
SOPyRI0hT 1912 BY A.C. NHclIpc q co
isiness, bein' as he's sorter a squaw

business, bein' as he's sorter squaw
man"
What" Interrupted the other
sharply. DO you mean he married
into one of the tribes?"
"Sorter left-handed-yep; a Chey-
enne woman. Little thing like that
didn't faze Gene none, if he did have
a white wife-a blamed good-looker
she was too. She was out here onc't,
three years ago bout a week maybe.
Course she didn't know nothin bout
the squaw. an the Injuns was all
huntin' down in the Wichitas But
as | was sayin', Gene caught on to
this yere Injun war last spring.
reckon oil Koleta, his lnjun father-in-
law, likely told him what wus brewin'
hes sorter a war-chief. Anyhow he
knew thet hell was to pay, an so we
materially gathered up our long
an drove 'em east whar they wouldn't
be raided, We didn't git all the crit
ers rounded up, as we wus in
hurry. an they wus scattered some
cause of hard winter So come
back yere to round up the rest O.
ther bunch"
And brand a few outsiders"
He grinned
Maybe | wasn't yer-particular,
but anyhow l got a thousand head
together by the last O. June, an hit
the trail with EN- Then hell sure
broke loose. Fore we'd got that
bunch O cattle twenty mile down
the Cimarron We wus rounded up by
a gang o Cheyenne Injuns. headed by
that ornery Koleta. and every horn of
'em drove off Thar want no fight;
the damn bucks just laughed at us, an
left US sttin' thar out on the prairie.
They hogged hosses an all"
He wiped his face, and spat into
the fire. while Hamlin sat silent, gun
in hand.
81 reckon now as how lie Fevre put
oil Koleta wise to that game, but |
was plum innocent then" he went on
regretfully. Wall. we,-thar wus
four O. us,-hoofed it east till we
struck some ranchers on Cow Crick.
and got the loan O. some ponies. Then
| struck out to locate the main herd.
1t didn't take me long. stranger, to
discover thar want no herd to locate
But | struck their trail, whar lie
Fevre had driven 'em up into Missouri
aa1,o IN NAf ~
Then the damn cuss just match ally
vanished. | plugged bout fer two er
three months hopin' ter ketch up with
him. but | never did. | heerd tell O.
him onc't or twice, an caught on he
was travelin under 'nuther name
some durn French contraction-bu
thets as much as | ever did find out.
Finally. up in Independence ! wus so
durn near broke | reckoned I'd better
put what | he'd left in a grub stake,
an drift back yere | tiggered thet
maybe | could pick up some O. those
Injun cattle again, and maybe some
mavericks, an so start 'nuther herd.
Anyhow | could lie low fer while.
belieyin lie Fevre was sure ter come
back soon as he thought the coast
wus clear. knew then he an Koleta
was in cahoots an he'd be headin' this
way after the stock So | come down
yere quiet. an laid fer him to show
up"
What them"
"Nuthin' much, till Yesterday | got
tergether some cows, herded down
river a ways, out o sight in the bluffs,
but hey he'd ter keep mighty quiet
ter save my hair Them Cheyennes are
sure pisen this year, an raisin Cain.
| never see 'em so rambunctious
afore But hung on yere, hidin' out,
cause | didn't hev nowhar else ter go.
An Yesterday, just ahead o the biz
zard, a kiowa buck drifted in yere.
Slipped down the bluff, an caught me
fore ever saw him. Never laid eyes
on the red afore but he was friendly
nough. materially mistakin me fer
one o. lie Fevres herders His name
was Black Smoke, an he couldn't
talk no English worth mentionin', but
we made out to understan each other
in Mex. He wus too darn hungry and
tired to talk much anyhow. But | got
what | wanted to know out O. him"
We'll, go on. Hughes. you are max
ing long story out of II"
THE rest is short 'nough. 1t seems
he an OIL Koleta, an a young Chey-
enne buck. had been hangin' round