River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1923-07-12

fuls of the icy water on his head. He
was a black haired chap, sallow OF
face, clean shaver. His clothes were
those Of cowInan.
Looks heap like drowned rat"
said Mormon. Its Sol Wyatt, one Of
Plim's riders oven to his hawss ranch.
He got fired from the Two-Bar- Circle
TO leavin' his ridin iron to home an
usin anotheh brand. Leastwise, that's
what they suspected. He's sniffin',
Sandy; what we goin to do with
him?"
take him up inter camp soon's he's
able to walk an hand him over to
Plimsoll with our compliments. They
figgered they'd make us all look plumb
ridiculous with bein tipped out of the
tent. Then they'd have had the crowd
on their side erlong with the l'af, way
1t usually goes"
Wyatt opened pair of shifty black
eyes to consciousness and the light of
the lantern and Immediately closed
them again, playing opossum. Sam
prodded him gently in the ribs.
awake up, SOL" he said. Come back
to earth, you sky-salutin' circus-rider.
You sure looped the loops fore you lit.
Git up"
Wyatt gasped and sat up. grinning
foolishly
"What happened?" he asked.
"Nothin'," answered Sandy. "Jest
hoi
"Some tender"
SIT amt in first-rate condition or
you w'udn't be DRAWN pay from Plim-
soil. Yore saddles here, yore hawss
went west. Eff you want to leave the
saddle till you locate the hawss, you
can git 1t thout any trouble any time
you come fo' it. Or you can pack 1t
with you now. We're goin' up to camp.
/ don't figger we'll be jumped ag'in
befo' morning. Eff we are, why, Wen
have to start the arguments all over"
81 w'udn't be surprised" said the
philosophic Wyatt, gingerly pressing
his head with his fingertips, 'but what
there Is gen'ral impression stab
lished by this time that you three
hombres from the Three Star are right
obstinate about considerin' this yOre
property"
"You leavin' camp with Plimsoll in
the mornin'" Mormon asked casually.
81 heard some rumor about his hit
tin the sunrise TRAIL" said Wyatt. EFF
he goes, I stay. I'm lii fed up on
Inn D1iraSn11 laflIu mile fnn
much ON his picket line to suit me. Eff
he's got yeller stripe on his belly,
I'm quittin'. Some day he's goin' to
git inter a hole that'll sure test his
standard Me- may be bit of a wolf,
but I'm id eff l trail with coyotes.
I'll leave my saddle. Any of you got
the makin's? / seem to have lost most
everything but my clothes. l shed
gun round here somewheres."
"You can have 1t when you come
back TO yore saddle, Wyatt" said
Sandy. "Where was you an yore pal
goin' to report back to PlimsollT
Wyatt grinned in the lantern light.
EFF we trailed inter his place an
made bet on the red over TO the faro
table he'd sabe everything went off
fine an dandy. He w'udn't figger we'd
show at all If it didn't come Off An
we w'udn't have. 1t was win-or-lose
job. Pay if it was pulled off. Other
wise, nothin' dom. You hombres
treated me white There's lot who'd
have plugged me full of lead an death.
| was on yore land. Eff you force me
to walk into Plimsoll's place ahead of
you | amt resistin' none, an / shall
sure admire to watch Plim's face when
he sees you-all back of me-"
He took the trail ahead of them,
hands in his pockets, his cigarette
glowing. Behind him walked Sandy.
Hes a cool sort of a cuss," said
Sam to Mormon 81 reckon he's bad
actor, but there's sure somethin
erbout the galoot / like He amt over
fond of Plimsoll, that's sure thing, If
he is workin' fO' him. Wonder why?"
""They tell me-" replied Mormon,
"thet Plimsoll's apt to be fond of the
other feller's gal. He amt satisfied
with what he can pick for himself.
T'otheh feller's apple allus has a
sweeter core. l w'udn't wondeh but
what that was the trouble"
AS they entered the street of the
camp Sandy moved up even with
Wyatt and locked arms with him.
81 amt goin' ter make no break"
said Wyatt. Here's Plim's Jest you
let me go in ahead through the door.
I've seen you use your guns. / amt
sulcidin"
They allowed him to go in first, I'M
escorted Their plans held &c further