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Updated: May 17, 2025
It had been a private dwelling, far out on the prairie once, but the hot, steady lava flow of the great city had reached and split and swept around the little elevated patch of grimy green with its eleven despairing trees. A wooden house it was, and in the very nature of it a temporary shift; but the committee Hopkins, Hartigan, and Belle felt it worth looking into.
A laugh went up, which was just what the auctioneer wanted, for merriment is essential to a successful sale. "Here now, boys, who will start him at five dollars? And him worth a hundred." It was too much for Hartigan. He raised his finger to the auctioneer.
Those who noted their arrival some while later saw Belle ride up the Main Street with her aunt, and tie up at her father's door. Twenty minutes later Hartigan rode beside the doctor's rig to his home, at the other side of the town. The Ordeal Jim went at once to Dr. Jebb's to report. Mrs. Jebb opened the door, greeted him with a hearty handshake, and was more than usually cordial. Dr.
So, fully informed, the white spies retired; sneaked back to their horses and in less than two hours were at Fort Ryan. "Well, Colonel, we sure saw the whole thing," said Hartigan. "They are not taking any chances on it.
His pranks were always begun in fun though it was inevitable that they should lead to serious consequences. It was admitted by his severest critics that he had never done a cruel or a cowardly thing, yet the constant escapades and drinking bouts in which he was ever the leader earned him the name of Wild Jim Hartigan. After each fresh exploit his abject remorse was pitiful.
It was Belle who answered his knock. Charlie began: "My wife told me to tell you that Mr. Hartigan got hurt last night. He is at our house. He won't be in town to-day." "What? Did he interfere in a spree?" "Yes." "Is he shot?" "No." "Is he wounded?" "No, not exactly." "What is the matter?" "Only a general shakeup, he had a bad fall," and Bylow moved uneasily.
Be happy." And he was. To such a buoyant soul a guarantee of six months' freedom put slavery so very far away that it was easy to forget it. Shoeing the Buckskin Hartigan and the blacksmith were at it hard again.
Then Hall drew a pistol and shot him dead; and, as the Courts held later, shot justly, for a man may defend his life. It was a large funeral that buried Bill, and it was openly and widely said that nine out of ten were there merely to make sure that he was dead and buried. The Widow Hartigan was chief mourner in the first carriage.
He was handled from forelock to fetlock and rubbed and massaged like a prizefighter who is out for mighty stakes. "They are just like humans," Hartigan remarked to the "perchers" at Shives's blacksmith shop. "All they need is kindness and common sense."
Hopkins opened the meeting by introducing Hartigan, who spoke as follows: "My friends; we are assembled to discuss the formation of a club to provide for the residents of this district such things as they need in the way of a convenient social meeting place and whatever else is desirable in a club.
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