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The deputy sher'f, 'special, says he don't believe but what it was a frame-up to do him. And Bull Pepper, that found the money hid in the saddle riggin', says he: 'That money was put there a-purpose to be found; fixed so it wouldn't be missed." He looked a question. "Ya-as," said Pete.
"Let it go the way it lays on the board. I don't like Old Man Wisner a little bit anyhow." "Well," says I, "if he's running for alderman, why don't you run for sher'f or something, just to keep occupied?" "I'm studying my ward," says he. "I don't know very many of the saloon people yet. You have to be pretty far along to get to be sher'f in a place like this.
Bonnie Bell she quits combing and goes over and sets down on the lounge, and don't say nothing; nor me neither. We both knew about the old man when he started after anybody. He was that kind of a sher'f. It didn't look peaceful none to me what might happen now. "Lock, stock and barrel?" says he to himself. "Lock, stock and barrel that's the way we done. I dislike the color of their hair and eyes.
"If he does," says I, "I reckon hell will pop in this ward." "Why?" says he. "Well, my boss is figuring he may run for alderman hisself he's naturalized here now. He used to be sher'f out in Cody whenever he wanted to be. When he wants anything, seems like he can't hardly help getting it. It's a way he has." He looks kind of thoughtful at that.
I found 'em in a house 'way out in the country midnight it was when we got thar. I'd summonsed the sher'f and two constables to go 'long. Farm-house was a underground railway station all right, and the farmer showed fight. We was too much fer him, and we taken 'em out at last, but one of the constables got shot some one fired right through the winder at us.
And then I seemed to see my own self like I was Curly, a bow-legged cowpuncher offen the range, with no use for him in the world but just to get things mixed up, like I had. And Old Man Wright that used to be our sher'f and the captain of the round-up, and the best cowman in Wyoming what had come to him here at this place? I turned around to look back.
I conceded it, anyways, as soon as I knowed he wanted to run. Well, sir, it was more like old times then than we'd seen since we moved in there like the times when we was sher'f in the Yellow Bull country.
There may be several bands along in here I hope and trust so. I shorely am fond of music and I like bands. Whenever I get elected sher'f or anything I want the band to play all the bands they is." Well, that was some night! I was glad for once we had come to Chicago, for there is more bands in a town that size than there is in Cody.
Old Man Wright was as busy as a fiddler getting things pulled together. His sleeves was rolled up, and all at once Jimmie looks at him and says: "Colonel, if I'm not mistaken your freckles is coming back again." The old man roars laughing at that. "Yes," he says; "I'm almost fit to run for sher'f oncet more. Ain't it all like the old times, Curly?" says he.
"You're alderman here," I says, "and that's the same as being sher'f. When you was sher'f you couldn't do what the law said you couldn't now could you? You have to keep up the law when you're a alderman or sher'f. With me, it's different. Besides, this is my job, not yours."
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