The Ekalaka eagle. [volume] (Ekalaka, Mont.) 1909-1920, 1913-07-11

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Ilot'heS on his rifle stock. Also he
buried IL brother with Il Curtis bullet
III nm on the bank Of the lake at CT
'"lo And then the KioWa Indians
made their last raid upon the ranches
between the Frio and the Rio Grande,
ana llueStlcll at the head of his ran
gers flu the earth Of them to the last
brave. earning his ~nl,riuuct. Then
came prosperity in the form of wax
ing nerds and broadening lands. And
then old age and bitterness, when he
sat, with his great name of hair as
white as the Spanish dagger blossoms
ANA his fierce. pale blue eyes. on the
shaded gallery at Ciholo. growing like
the rumas that he hal slain. He snap
ped his fingers at old age. The bitter
taste to life did not come from that.
The cup that stuck at his lips was that
his only son Ransom wanted to mar
ry Il Curtis. the last youthful survivor
of the other end of the feud.
From the door of the store could be
e the Irregular. >loping stretch of
prairie to the south. with its reaches of
"-H' S'SNh. 'lioNH Il'S'iuitc IitS Ill
the lower places. and its rises CROWN
cd with nearly black masses of short
chhparral. Through the mesquite flat
wound the ranch read that five miles
away flowed into the old government
trail to San Antonio. The sun was so
low that the gentlcst elevation cast it's
gray shadow miles into the green gold
sea of sunshine.
That evening ears were quicker than
eyes.
The Mexican held MP Il tawny finger
to still the s"raping Of tin against tin.
zone Nagccen.' SAID he. "croSs dthc
Arr"y" H"nlo. ALI hear dthc wheel.
\erree r"ckce place. dtle Hondo.'
YOU cot good ears. Gregorio."
SAID Mustang Taylor. Il never heard
nothin' but the song bird in the bush
and tho zephyr skallyhootin' across
the peaceful dell"
In ten minutes Taylor remarked: II
see the dust of a wagon risin' right
above the fur end of the fiat
s|1ou have verrce good eyes. senior"
said GregoriU smiling.
TWO miles away they saw a faint
loud dimmin- the green ripples of
the mosquitoes. In twenty minutes
they heard the %clattcr of the horses
h"ofS; IN five minutes more the gray
plugs dashed out of the thickct. whick-
rrlng for oats and drawing the light
behind them like Il toy.
From the %jacals came a cry Of "El
Am". FL .Amo,' Four Mexican
youths raced to unharness the grays.
The ~r"Wpunchcrs gave a yell of greet
and delight.
l;anse T%rucsdell. driving. threw the
to the ground and laughed.
ITS under the wagon sheet. boys" he
said. II know what you're waiting
for. If Sam lets it run out again We'll
use them yellow shoes IF his for Il
and light up. know YOU all want
a SMOKE
After striking dry country Ianse
had removed the WACO sheet from
the bows and thrown it over the goods
in the Wagon. Six pair Of hastv hands
dragged it off and grabbed beneath
the sacks and blankets for the cases of
tobacco.
Long Collins, tobacco messenger
from the San Gabriel outfit. who rode
with the longest >tirrups west of the
Mississippi, delved with an arm like
the tongue Of a He caught
something harder than n blanket and
pulled out Il fearful thinc-a shameless.
muddy bunch of leather tied together
with wire and tWiuc. From its ragged
end, like the head and claws of a dis
turbed turtle, protrUded human toes.
"Nho-ec'.' yelled Long Collins.
'%'liansc. are YOU a-packin' around of
corpuSes: Here's a-howlin' graSshop-
pers.."
Up from his long slumbcr popped
Curly, like some vile worm from it's
hurrow. He rlaW~l his way out and
sat blinking like a ~disreputnble. drunk.
en- owl. His face was as blush red and
putted and scanned and cross lined as
the cheapest round steak of the butch
CT. His eyes were swollen Sits: his
nose n picked beet.
ltanSe jumped down from his seat.
Here, YOU maverick. what are YOU
doing in my wagon: How did you
get in there
Curly looked around him slowly in
every direction. He sllarled like Il
Scotch terrier through his ragged
beard.
'Nhere is this he rnSped through
hi: parrh"d throat. Its II farm
in an old field, WhHt'd you bring me
here for saw Did say unntal