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Updated: June 26, 2025
The Old Cattleman's face was full of an earnest, fine sincerity. It was plain, too, that my question nettled the old fellow a bit; as might a doubt cast at an idol. But the sharpness had passed from his tone when he resumed "Not only is Jack long on sand that a-way, but he's plumb loaded with what you-alls calls 'nitiative.
"We know'd the Fourth o' July ain't no joyous day to you-alls, so we've done our bestest to keep you from thinkin' of it by bringin' some one to call on you. Ain't you glad to see again your old friend, Miss Shy Anna?" As the speaker finished, he stepped to one side, bringing into view of the porch a woman seated upon the head of a barrel in the cart.
She comes over to the store, too, along of Moore an' Cherokee, an' prances in an' comes mighty near stampedin' the whole outfit. "'See yere, Sam Enright, she shouts, wipin' her hands on her bib, 'what be you-alls aimin' for to do? Linin' up, I s'pose to hang the only decent man in town? "'Ma'am, says Enright, 'this yere sharp is 'cused of standin' up the stage them times recent over by Tucson.
'I reckons now my wife recoverin' that Laredo divorce I'm mentionin' to you-alls, sorter leaves me a heap petulant, that a-way. But to go back to this war- jig I was relatin' about down at Plaza Paloduro. "'It's this a-way: No, Nellie; thar's no female in it.
What be you-alls doin' this on? I reckons I'm entitled to a look at your hand for my money. "Enright goes on an' lays it off for Cherokee; how he's outen camp every time the stage is robbed, an' the idee is abroad he does it. "'As the kyards lay in the box, says Cherokee, 'I don't reckon thar's much doubt but you-alls will wind up the deal by hangin' me?
"'My hands is already up, for I'm an old stage-driver, gents, an' you-alls can gamble I knows my trade. I'm hired to drive. It ain't no part of my game to fight hold-ups an' stand off route-agents that a-way, an' get shot dead for it by their pards the next trip; so, as I says, the moment that Winchester goes off, I clamps my fingers back of my head an' sets thar.
So now, when the men arrived, she was facing them, frowning as an indignant, inexpugnable black executioner. "Good morning, Timmie," said the Colonel, starting to enter, but she blocked the doorway, announcing: "You-alls cyarn' come in! Dar's a lady 'sleep in heah!" "How is Mesmie?" he asked. "She's in mighty bad shape, dat's how she is!"
After Cherokee's placed he holds up his hand for attention an' says: "'When all is ready I stands to one side an' drops my hat. You-alls fires at will. "Enright goes over to the side of the street, counts 'one, 'two, 'three, an' drops his hat. Bangety! Bang! Bang! goes the rifles like the roll of a drum.
'Nother thing, you ain't goin' to hang nobody to the windmill ag'in nohow. I has my work to do, an' thar's enough on my hands, feedin' sech swine as you-alls three times a day, without havin' to cut down dead folks outen my way every time I goes for a bucket of water. You-alls takes notice now; you don't hang nothin' to the windmill no more.
"'Excuse me, gents, finally says Jack, mighty dignified, 'but I've been figgerin' this thing, an' I allows it's time to bed this yere young-one down for the night. If you-alls will withdraw some, I'll see how near I comes to makin' runnin' of it. Stay within whoopin' distance, though; so if he tries to stampede or takes to millin' I can get he'p.
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