The Devil's Own: A Romance of the Black Hawk WarParrish, Randall
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The Devil's Own: A Romance of the Black Hawk War
Parrish, Randall
Black Hawk War, 1832 -- Fiction
"Damned if I know exactly. All I know is whut I kin do accordin' ter
law, an' whut I can't. The papers is all straight 'nough, but they've
got ter be served afore we kin lay hands on a damned thing. The Jedge
tol' me fer ter do everything just as Kirby sed, an' I aim ter do it,
but just the same I got ter keep inside the law. I reckon thar's a
hitch sumwhar', but thet's none o' my business. Kirby is liberal
'nough with his money, an' I dunno as it makes much difference when we
strike the ol' town."
"'Tain't so much that, Sheriff. I kin stan' it fer ter be up all
night, but Bill wus tellin' me we might hav' som' trouble down ter the
Landin' unless we finished up our job yere afore mornin'."
"Oh, I reckon not; whut was it Bill said?"
"Quite a rigmarole frum furst ter last. Giv' me a light fer the pipe,
will yer?"
There was a flare above me, and then darkness once more, and then the
slow drawl of the man's voice as he resumed. "Some feller by the name
ov McAdoo, down ter Saint Louee, who's just com' down frum the lead
mines, tol' him thet Joe Kirby got all this yere property in a game o'
kyards on the boat, an' thet it wan't no square game either. I didn't
git it all straight, I reckon, but accordin' ter the deal handed me
thar wus two dead men mixed up in the affair--Beaucaire, an' a young
army offercer. Seems ter me his name wus Knox."
"I didn't hear that."
"Well, enyhow, that's the way Bill told it. Beaucaire he naturally
fell dead--heart, er som'thin'--an' the other feller, this yere army
man, he went out on deck fer ter see Kirby, an' he never cum' back.
McAdoo sorter reckoned as how likely he wus slugged, an' throwed
overboard. An' then, on top' all that, we're sent up yere in the night
like a passel o' thieves ter take these niggers down ter Saint Louee.
What do yer make ov it, Jake?"
"Wal," said the other slowly, his mouth evidently loaded with tobacco,
"I ain't never asked no questions since I wus made sheriff. I'm doin'
whut the court says. Hell! thar's trouble 'nough in this job without
my buttin' in on other people's business. But this is how it stacks up
ter me. Kirby's got the law on his side--no doubt 'bout that--but I
reckon as how he knows it wus a damn mean trick, and so he's sorter
skeered as ter how them fellers livin' down ter the Landin' might act.
Thar's a lawyer thar named Haines, as sharp as a steel trap, who tended
ter all the ol' Jedge's business, an' Joe he don't wanter run foul o'
him. Thet's why we tied up ter the shore below town, in the mouth o'
thet crick, an' then hed ter hoof it up yere in the dark. Of course we
got the law with us, but we wanter pull this job off an' not stir up no
fight--see?"
"Sure," disgustedly. "I reckon I know all that; I heerd the Jedge tell
yer how we wus ter do the job. But why's Kirby in such a sweat ter git
all these niggers down ter Saint Louee?"
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