The Idaho recorder. [volume] (Salmon City, Idaho) 1886-1927, 1914-08-27

do yOug Mex JuluB hnOH yOu - OS
asking me to cut 1t out on the hay
/ might talk In my sleep. you know. and
give the whole snap away"
NO. you're a good boy when you're
asleep Phil" responded Bad. but
/ when you ket about half Ebsy It's dif-
/ ferent. Come on. now-I1l 4sdt II you
will. That's fair. amt IT."
what? No little toota around
I town? No serenading the senofttas and
giving the rurales the hotfoot' Well
what's the use Of living, Bud, II you
/ can't have little fun? Drinking don
make any difference, as long as we
stick together What's the use oil
swearing ofY-going on record in ad'
vance? We may find some fellow that
we can't work any other way-we may
have to go on drunk with him In or
der TO get his goat, But viii you
stick? That's the point"
Bud glanced at him and grunted. ana
| for long time he rode on In silence
Before them lay rolling plain, dip
| ping by broad gulches and dWlndllns
ridges to the lower levels Of Old Mex
leo. and on the skyline, thin and blue,
stood the knlfelike edges OF the For
tunas miles away.
with desert-trained eyes he noted
the landmarks, San Juan mountain u
the right, Old Niggerhead to the left,
and the feather-edge OF mountains far
/ below: and as he looked he stored II
away in his mind IN case he should
come back on the run some night
II was not a foreboding, but the
training OF his kind. to note the lay OF
the ground. and he planned just where
| he would ride to keep under cover II
he ever made dash for the line. But
all the time his pardner was talking OF
friendship and OF the necessity OF their
sticking together.
I'm tell you, Bud" he said at last.
his voice trembling with sentiment.
whether we win or lose, | won't have
a single regret as long al know we've
been true to one another. You may
know Texas and Arizona, Blu. but |
know Old Mexico, the land OF manana
and broken promises. / know the coun-
try, Bud-and the climate-and the
womeni
They play the devil with the best
OF us, Bud. these dark-eyed senoritas!
That's what makes all the trouble
down here between nan and man, It's
these women and their ways. They're
not satisfied TO win a mans heart
they want him TO kill somebody to
show that he really loves them. BY
love, they're tickle lot. and nothing
pleases 'em more than setting man
against man. one paTdner against an
other"
I'VE never had any trouble yet" OBJ
served Bud sententiously.
No, but we're likely to-" protested
De Lancey. These Indian women up
In the Sierras wouldn't turn anybody's
head, but we're going down into the
hot country now. where the girls are
pretty. tara. tara. and we talk through
the windows at midnight"
We'll, II youli cut out the booze, "
said Hooker shortly, you can have
EN- all, for all Of me"
Sure, that's what you say. but walt
till you see them! oh. Ia, la. la'-he
kissed his fingers ecstatically-"Fll be
| glad to see 'em myself But listen,
Bud, here's the proposition. let's take
an oath right now. while we're start
ing out, that whatever comes up well
always be true to each other. IL one
OF us is wounded. the other stays with
him; II he's In prison. he gets him out;
IL he's killed, he avenges his"
Say" broke In Bud, iostling him
rudcly as he reached into the saddle
bags. let me carry that bottle for a
while"
ii""''"Fss took a big drink out of It to pre-.
vent De Lancey from getting 1t all and
showed It inside his overalls
IAN right. pardner." he continued
with mocking smile. anything you
say. never use oaths myself much
but anything to oblige."
mo. but | IN can II. Bud!" cried DE
lancey, Here's the proposition now
Whatever happens, we stay with each
other till this deal is finished: on all
Q scratch cases we MATCH money TO see
who's It: and II We tangle over some
| girl the best man wins and the other
one stays away. We leave II to the
girl which one wins, VIII you shake
hands on that?"
Don't need to-" responded Bud
"lh do It anyway"
Well. shake ON Il. them" insisted
De I.ancey. holding out his hand
"Oh. Sally" burst out Bud. hanging
hts head ia embarrassment. what's
the use of getting mushy9"
Hut moment later he leaned over
In hts saddle and locked hands with a
viselike grip
My old man told me not to make
no such promises" he muttsred. but
m do 1t. beings It's YOU"
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