"Say," the agent was lonesome, "I heard down at the Oasis last night that
The Orphant was seen out near the Cross Bar-8 yesterday. He ought to get
shot, d----n him! But that's a purty big contract, I reckon. They say he
can shoot like the very devil."
"They're right, he can," Shields replied. "Everybody knows that."
"Charley seems to be in a hurry," remarked the agent, looking down the
street at a cowboy, a friend of the sheriff, who was coming at a dead
gallop. The sheriff looked and Charley waved his arm. As he came within
hailing distance he shouted:
"The Orphan killed Jimmy Ford this morning on Twenty Mile Trail! His
pardner got away by shootin' The Orphan's horse and taking to the trail
through Little Arroyo. But he's shot, just the same, 'though not bad. The
rest of the Cross Bar-8 outfit are going out for him; they've been out,
but they can't follow his trail."
"Hell!" cried the sheriff, running toward his corral. "Wait!" he shouted
over his shoulder as he turned the corner. In less than five minutes he
was back again, and on his best horse, and following the impatient cowboy,
swung down the street at a gallop in the direction of Twenty Mile Trail.
As they left the town behind and swung through the arroyo leading to the
Limping Water, through which the stage route lay, Charley began to speak
again:
"Jimmy and Pete Carson were taking a rest in the shade of the chaparral
and playin' old sledge, when they looked up and saw The Orphan looking
down at them. They're rather easy-going, and so they asked him to take a
hand. He said he would, and got off his cayuse and sat down with them.
Jimmy started a new deal, but The Orphan objected to old sledge and
wanted poker, at the same time throwing a bag of dust down in front of
him. Jimmy looked at Pete, who nodded, and put his wealth in front of
him. Well, they played along for a while, and The Orphan began to have
great luck. When he had won five straight jack pots it was more than
Jimmy could stand, him being young and hasty. He saw his new Cheyenne
saddle, what he was going to buy, getting further away all the time, and
he yelled 'Cheat!' grabbing for his gun, what was plumb crazy for him to
do.
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