The Sheriff of Badger: A Tale of the Southwest BorderlandPattullo, George
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The Sheriff of Badger: A Tale of the Southwest Borderland
Pattullo, George
Sheriffs -- Fiction; Western stories
The heat is fierce to-day I am going to take a little drink
when this is finished I don't take them often only a few with
Buffalo Jim and some of the boys. Do you remember the call down
you done give me about that. Ha ha that was sure a dandy.
How is it back there in Badger Old Lee is there likely ain't
he. Give him my regards the Widow Brown must be there too give
her my regards. Fred Hall and I used to be thicker than thieves
give him my regards. Say tell him to smoke up and let out a
roar of some kind.
There is not much round here to tell you about Cal and Tim
tangled and Tim is under doc's care he's pretty sore. I done
told you about them before. Jerry's wife done run off and Jerry
is scared to death she'll come back but perhaps she wont. I
told him to hope for the best because he cant do nothing more
than that.
Say you'll think I'm trying for to write you a book but I
wanted to get this thing about Mrs. Mac straight so you'd
understand. There's a lot a feller would like to say that he
don't like to say you know how that is and a lot of loafers
hanging round trying to guy you. But a feller thinks a lot
sometimes.
Cattle in good shape and prices right but we need rain bad. I
got to go south to find Steve Moffatt right soon perhaps he
ain't where I think he is but will take a chance.
Well you must have laid down for a sleep by this time and
wonder when I'm going to cut this out I have written so much.
Don't you pay no attention to what Mrs. MacFarlane says though
she is a right nice lady and I ain't got no hard feelings one
way or the other. Well its about time I quit this well
good-bye. I'd like mighty well to hear how you are. I'll bet
you're looking fine.
Yours truly,
LAFE JOHNSON.
Lafe was master of a loose and flowing hand, which had served him
faithfully on cattle tallies--he was not called upon to make written
reports as sheriff--but made a bulky letter. He dropped this missive,
with many misgivings, into a box, and then took horse for the south. We
will not follow him, because ten days of fourteen hours in the saddle
and a steady diet of beans and tortillas and coffee will grow monotonous
to a refined taste. Moreover, tracking down a thief cannot be of any
interest to us of larger effort.
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