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"I never had much truck with 'em, but I knowed a feller in the Jackson Hole County that made quite a stake out of dudin'. They took him to Warm Springs afterward he'd weakened his mind answerin' questions but he left his family well pervided for. Teeters," earnestly, "why don't you put your money in somethin' substantial stock in the Ditch Company, or Prouty real estate?" Teeters shook his head.
Teeters was ill indeed a glance told her that and there was not the remotest chance that he would be able to leave with the train. "I guess I'll be all right by the time they're ready to pull out," he groaned. Kate made her decision quickly. "I'll go myself. You're too sick. You get to the hotel and go to bed." Teeters protested through a paroxysm of pain: "You can't do that, Miss Kate.
He guaranteed a first class A1 cook, with a signed contract to wash his hands before breakfast, a good saddle horse for each guest, and plenty of bedding. He did not aim to handle over ten head of dudes to start with, so, if they wanted to play safe, they had better answer upon receipt of his letter, he warned them, signing himself after deliberation: Yure frend C. TEETERS
"It were," replied Teeters. "It's that big yella building with the red trimmin's." He pointed toward the town with his fringed and beaded gauntlet. "I'll be along directly, and if I kin, I'll stop and git you." "Isn't he a character!" exclaimed a lady in an Alpine hat, delightedly. Teeters wrapped the lines around the brake and descended leisurely.
"Don't know how wealthy they be, but they're plenty eastern," Teeters replied dryly. "I was thinkin' I might stop over night with 'em and git acquainted. The Scissors Outfit can't be more'n fifteen mile out of my way, and it'll be a kind of a change from the Widder Taylor's, whur I stop generally." The cowboy combed the horse's mane with his fingers in silence.
"Wouldn't them alkali bogs breedin' a billion 'no-see-'ems' a second be kind of a drawback?" inquired Teeters tentatively. "That'll all be drained, covered with sile and seeded down in lawns," replied the Major quickly. "In two year that spot'll be bloomin' like the Garden of Eden. "I've got to be movin'," the Major continued.
Mormon Joe smiled quizzically but made no comment; perhaps he suspected that the privilege of touching fingers with Miss Maggie Taylor while waiting for the spirits to "take holt" had as much to do with Teeters' interest in the unseen world as the messages he received from it. He asked: "You remember what I said at the Boosters' Club the other night?"
"I heard your horse whinner," Teeters replied, politely, rising. "This banany belt's gittin' colder every winter." The stranger broke off an icicle and laid it on the stove to hear it sizzle. "I was jest fixin' to turn in," Teeters hinted. "Last night I didn't sleep good. I tossed and thrashed around until half-past eight 'fore I closed my eyes." "I won't keep you up, then.
He argued that with a range war pending she already had enough worries. If only he could get word to Teeters somehow or Lingle, even to keep a lookout for the fellow, but since he was many miles off the line of travel and he dared not leave his sheep, there was small chance of notifying either. It was a good many days before the incident was out of Bowers's mind for any length of time.
"Oh, my!" Teeters ejaculated in a shocked voice. "Don't say heathen things like that! If you'd seen half of what I've saw you couldn't nowise doubt." "There ain't no hell there ain't no comin' back." The voice was stronger, and querulous. Teeters wagged his head in horrified reproach. "Mis' Taylor, do you think the sperrits are goin' to take holt?"
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