The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1913-06-12

The man shuffled uneasily, u the
sergeant's right hand came to a level.
Did your"
II s'pose thar amt no use O. deny
In It," reluctantly, cycling the gun In
the corner, but I didn't mean to
shoot up no outfit but LIE Fevre's. So
help me, I dNn't! The DANCED snow
was 30 thicksf couldn't see nohow, but
I never s'posed any n was on the
trail 'cept him. Thar amt been no
white man long yere in three months.
Didn't hit none Of yer, did II"
Eyes, you did," returned Hamlin
slowly. striving to hold himself In
check. You killed one Of the best
fellows that ever rode these plains,
you sneaking coward, you. Shot him.
dead, with his back to you. Now, see
here, It's a throw Of the dice with
me whether l fill you full Of lead, or
let you 20. / came In here intending
to kill you. IL you were the u who
shot us up. But I'm willing to listen
to what you have got to say. I'm some
on the fight, but plain murder don't
appeal to me. How is It? Are you
ready to talk? Spit it out, mani"
"T1l tell yer jest how it was"
do 1t my way then; answer.
straight what l ask you. Who are
you? What are you doing hereT"
kin l sit DOWN."
Eyes; make 1t short now; all I
want is facts"
oval, my name Is Hughes-Jed
Hughes; l ulster hang out around San
Antoine, an hev been mostly In the
COW business. The last five years LIE
Fevre an / hev been grain cattle In
between yere an Buffalo Creek"
"Partners?"
| oval by God! I thought so, till just
lately" his voice rising. Anyhow, l
he'd a bunch o. money in on the deal,
though I'll be darned If l know just
what's become o. 1t. Yer see, stranger,
Gene he'd the inside o. this Injun
business, bein' as he's sorter a 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. II 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 I was sayin', Gene caught on to
this we're Injun war last spring.,
reckon oil Koleta. his Injun father-in-.
law, likely told him what wus brewin'
he's sorter q war-chief. Anyhow he
knew tibet hell was to pay, an so we
materially gathered up our %long-horns
an drove 'em east whar they wouldn't
be raided. We didn't git all the crit
ers rounded up, as we wus in q
hurry, an they wus scattered some
cause of a hard winter. So come
back yere tn round up the rest o.
Their bunch
"And brand q few outsiders"
He grinned.
Maybe / wasn't over-particular.
but anyhow I got a thousand head
together by the last o. June. an hit:
the trail with 'em. Then hell sure
broke loose. Fore we'd got that,
bunch o. cattle twenty mile down
the Cimarron we wus rounded up by
q gang O. Cheyenne Injuns, headed BY
that ornery Koleta, and every horn Of
EN- drove on. Thar want no fight:
the damn bucks just laughed al US. an
left IN sittin' thar out on the prairie.
They hogged hosses an all"
He wiped his face. and spat into
the IRE. while Hamlin sat silent. gun
IN hand.
Il reckon now ~ how lie Fevre put
Of Koleta wise to that game, but !
was plum innocent them" he went on
rsgretfully. wall, we.-thar wus
four o. us;-hoofed It last TIL We
struck some ranohsrs ON Cow Crick.
and rot the loan o. some ponies. Then
! struck out to locate the main herd.
It didn't take me long. stranger. to
discover thar want no herd to locate.
But I struck their trail. whar Le
Tsvre had driven 'em up into Missouri
and cashed In fer . pot o. money.
Then the damn cuss just materially
vanishsd. / plugged bout fer two or
three months hopin' ter kstch mp with
hin. bat Inevsr did. I heerd tell o.
him onc't or twice. m caught on he
was travelins under snuther name
some duyn Preach contraction-hut
thetsD - much q I ever did ind ont.