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Title: The Feud Buster
Author: Robert E. Howard
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The Feud Buster
Robert E. Howard

These here derned lies which is being circulated around is making
me sick and tired. If this slander don't stop I'm liable to lose my
temper, and anybody in the Humbolts can tell you when I loses my
temper the effect on the population is wuss'n fire, earthquake, and

First-off, it's a lie that I rode a hundred miles to mix into a
feud which wasn't none of my business. I never heard of the Hopkins-
Barlow war before I come in the Mezquital country. I hear tell the
Barlows is talking about suing me for destroying their property. Well,
they ought to build their cabins solider if they don't want 'em tore
down. And they're all liars when they says the Hopkinses hired me to
exterminate 'em at five dollars a sculp. I don't believe even a
Hopkins would pay five dollars for one of their mangy sculps. Anyway,
I don't fight for hire for nobody. And the Hopkinses needn't bellyache
about me turning on 'em and trying to massacre the entire clan. All I
wanted to do was kind of disable 'em so they couldn't interfere with
my business. And my business, from first to last, was defending the
family honor. If I had to wipe up the earth with a couple of feuding
clans whilst so doing, I can't help it. Folks which is particular of
their hides ought to stay out of the way of tornadoes, wild bulls,
devastating torrents, and a insulted Elkins.

But it was Uncle Jeppard Grimes' fault to begin with, like it
generally is. Dern near all the calamities which takes places in
southern Nevada can be traced back to that old lobo. He's got a
ingrown disposition and a natural talent for pestering his feller man.
Specially his relatives.

I was setting in a saloon in War Paint, enjoying a friendly game
of kyards with a horse-thief and three train-robbers, when Uncle
Jeppard come in and spied me, and he come over and scowled down on me
like I was the missing lynx or something. Purty soon he says, just as
I was all sot to make a killing, he says: "How can you set there so
free and keerless, with four ace-kyards into yore hand, when yore
family name is bein' besmirched?"

I flang down my hand in annoyance, and said: "Now look what you
done! What you mean blattin' out information of sech a private nature?
What you talkin' about, anyhow?"

"Well," he says, "durin' the three months you been away from home
roisterin' and wastin' yore substance in riotous livin'--"

"I been down on Wild River punchin' cows at thirty a month!" I
said fiercely. "I ain't squandered nothin' nowheres. Shut up and tell
me whatever yo're a-talkin' about."

"Well," says he, "whilst you been gone young Dick Jackson of
Chawed Ear has been courtin' yore sister Ellen, and the family's been
expectin' 'em to set the day, any time. But now I hear he's been
braggin' all over Chawed Ear about how he done jilted her. Air you
goin' to set there and let yore sister become the laughin' stock of
the country? When I was a young man--"

"When you was a young man Dan'l Boone warn't whelped yet!" I
bellered, so mad I included him and everybody else in my irritation.
They ain't nothing upsets me like injustice done to some of my close
kin. "Git out of my way! I'm headin' for Chawed Ear--what _you_
grinnin' at, you spotted hyener?" This last was addressed to the
horse-thief in which I seemed to detect signs of amusement.

"I warn't grinnin'," he said.

"So I'm a liar, I reckon!" I said. I felt a impulse to shatter a
demi-john over his head, which I done, and he fell under a table
hollering bloody murder, and all the fellers drinking at the bar
abandoned their licker and stampeded for the street hollering: "Take
cover, boys! Breckinridge Elkins is on the rampage!"

So I kicked all the slats out of the bar to relieve my feelings,
and stormed out of the saloon and forked Cap'n Kidd. Even he seen it
was no time to take liberties with me--he didn't pitch but seven
jumps--then he settled down to a dead run, and we headed for Chawed

EVERYTHING KIND OF floated in a red haze all the way, but them
folks which claims I tried to murder 'em in cold blood on the road
between War Paint and Chawed Ear is just narrer-minded and super-
sensitive. The reason I shot everybody's hats off that I met was just
to kind of ca'm my nerves, because I was afraid if I didn't cool off
some by the time I hit Chawed Ear I might hurt somebody. I am that
mild-mannered and retiring by nature that I wouldn't willing hurt man,
beast, nor Injun unless maddened beyond endurance.

That's why I acted with so much self-possession and dignity when I
got to Chawed Ear and entered the saloon where Dick Jackson generally
hung out.

"Where's Dick Jackson?" I said, and everybody must of been
nervous, because when I boomed out they all jumped and looked around,
and the bartender dropped a glass and turned pale.

"Well," I hollered, beginning to lose patience. "Where is the

"G--gimme time, will ya?" stuttered the bar-keep. "I--uh--he--uh--

"So you evades the question, hey?" I said, kicking the foot-rail
loose. "Friend of his'n, hey? Tryin' to pertect him, hey?" I was so
overcome by this perfidy that I lunged for him and he ducked down
behind the bar and I crashed into it bodily with all my lunge and
weight, and it collapsed on top of him, and all the customers run out
of the saloon hollering, "Help, murder, Elkins is killin' the

This feller stuck his head up from amongst the ruins of the bar
and begged: "For God's sake, lemme alone! Jackson headed south for the
Mezquital Mountains yesterday."

I throwed down the chair I was fixing to bust all the ceiling
lamps with, and run out and jumped on Cap'n Kidd and headed south,
whilst behind me folks emerged from their cyclone cellars and sent a
rider up in the hills to tell the sheriff and his deputies they could
come on back now.

I knowed where the Mezquitals was, though I hadn't never been
there. I crossed the Californy line about sundown, and shortly after
dark I seen Mezquital Peak looming ahead of me. Having ca'med down
somewhat, I decided to stop and rest Cap'n Kidd. He warn't tired,
because that horse has got alligator blood in his veins, but I knowed
I might have to trail Jackson clean to The Angels, and they warn't no
use in running Cap'n Kidd's laigs off on the first lap of the chase.

It warn't a very thickly settled country I'd come into, very
mountainous and thick timbered, but purty soon I come to a cabin
beside the trail and I pulled up and hollered, "Hello!"

The candle inside was instantly blowed out, and somebody pushed a
rifle barrel through the winder and bawled: "Who be you?"

"I'm Breckinridge Elkins from Bear Creek, Nevada," I said. "I'd
like to stay all night, and git some feed for my horse."

"Stand still," warned the voice. "We can see you agin the stars,
and they's four rifle-guns a-kiverin' you."

"Well, make up yore minds," I said, because I could hear 'em
discussing me. I reckon they thought they was whispering. One of 'em
said: "Aw, he can't be a Barlow. Ain't none of 'em that big."
T'other'n said: "Well, maybe he's a derned gun-fighter they've sent
for to help 'em out. Old Jake's nephew's been up in Nevady."

"Le's let him in," said a third. "We can mighty quick tell what he

So one of 'em come out and 'lowed it would be all right for me to
stay the night, and he showed me a corral to put Cap'n Kidd in, and
hauled out some hay for him.

"We got to be keerful," he said. "We got lots of enemies in these

We went into the cabin, and they lit the candle again, and sot
some corn pone and sow-belly and beans on the table and a jug of corn
licker. They was four men, and they said their names was Hopkins--Jim,
Bill, Joe, and Joshua, and they was brothers. I'd always heard tell
the Mezquital country was famed for big men, but these fellers wasn't
so big--not much over six foot high apiece. On Bear Creek they'd been
considered kind of puny and undersized.

They warn't very talkative. Mostly they sot with their rifles
acrost their knees and looked at me without no expression onto their
faces, but that didn't stop me from eating a hearty supper, and would
of et a lot more only the grub give out; and I hoped they had more
licker somewheres else because I was purty dry. When I turned up the
jug to take a snort of it was brim-full, but before I'd more'n
dampened my gullet the dern thing was plumb empty.

When I got through I went over and sot down on a raw-hide bottomed
chair in front of the fire-place where they was a small fire going,
though they warn't really no need for it, and they said: "What's yore
business, stranger?"

"Well," I said, not knowing I was going to get the surprize of my
life, "I'm lookin' for a feller named Dick Jackson--"

By golly, the words wasn't clean out of my mouth when they was
four men onto my neck like catamounts!

"He's a spy!" they hollered. "He's a cussed Barlow! Shoot him!
Stab him! Hit him in the head!"

All of which they was endeavoring to do with such passion they was
getting in each other's way, and it was only his over-eagerness which
caused Jim to miss me with his bowie and sink it into the table
instead, but Joshua busted a chair over my head and Bill would of shot
me if I hadn't jerked back my head so he just singed my eyebrows. This
lack of hospitality so irritated me that I riz up amongst 'em like a
b'ar with a pack of wolves hanging onto him, and commenced committing
mayhem on my hosts, because I seen right off they was critters which
couldn't be persuaded to respect a guest no other way.

WELL, THE DUST OF BATTLE hadn't settled, the casualities was
groaning all over the place, and I was just re-lighting the candle
when I heard a horse galloping down the trail from the south. I
wheeled and drawed my guns as it stopped before the cabin. But I
didn't shoot, because the next instant they was a bare-footed gal
standing in the door. When she seen the rooins she let out a screech
like a catamount.

"You've kilt 'em!" she screamed. "You murderer!"

"Aw, I ain't neither," I said. "They ain't hurt much--just a few
cracked ribs, and dislocated shoulders and busted laigs and sech-like
trifles. Joshua's ear'll grow back on all right, if you take a few
stitches into it."

"You cussed Barlow!" she squalled, jumping up and down with the
hystericals. "I'll kill you! You damned Barlow!"

"I ain't no Barlow," I said. "I'm Breckinridge Elkins, of Bear
Creek. I ain't never even heard of no Barlows."

At that Jim stopped his groaning long enough to snarl: "If you
ain't a friend of the Barlows, how come you askin' for Dick Jackson?
He's one of 'em."

"He jilted my sister!" I roared. "I aim to drag him back and make
him marry her!"

"Well, it was all a mistake," groaned Jim. "But the damage is done

"It's wuss'n you think," said the gal fiercely. "The Hopkinses has
all forted theirselves over at pap's cabin, and they sent me to git
you all. We got to make a stand. The Barlows is gatherin' over to Jake
Barlow's cabin, and they aims to make a foray onto us tonight. We was
outnumbered to begin with, and now here's our best fightin' men laid
out! Our goose is cooked plumb to hell!"

"Lift me on my horse," moaned Jim. "I can't walk, but I can still
shoot." He tried to rise up, and fell back cussing and groaning.

"You got to help us!" said the gal desperately, turning to me.
"You done laid out our four best fightin' men, and you owes it to us.
It's yore duty! Anyway, you says Dick Jackson's yore enemy--well, he's
Jake Barlow's nephew, and he come back here to help 'em clean out us
Hopkinses. He's over to Jake's cabin right now. My brother Bill snuck
over and spied on 'em, and he says every fightin' man of the clan is
gatherin' there. All we can do is hold the fort, and you got to come
help us hold it! Yo're nigh as big as all four of these boys put

Well, I figgered I owed the Hopkinses something, so, after setting
some bones and bandaging some wounds and abrasions of which they was a
goodly lot, I saddled Cap'n Kidd and we sot out.

As we rode along she said: "That there is the biggest, wildest,
meanest-lookin' critter I ever seen. Where'd you git him?"

"He was a wild horse," I said. "I catched him up in the Humbolts.
Nobody ever rode him but me. He's the only horse west of the Pecos big
enough to carry my weight, and he's got painter's blood and a shark's
disposition. What's this here feud about?"

"I dunno," she said. "It's been goin' on so long everybody's done
forgot what started it. Somebody accused somebody else of stealin' a
cow, I think. What's the difference?"

"They ain't none," I assured her. "If folks wants to have feuds
its their own business."

We was following a winding path, and purty soon we heard dogs
barking and about that time the gal turned aside and got off her
horse, and showed me a pen hid in the brush. It was full of horses.

"We keep our mounts here so's the Barlows ain't so likely to find
'em and run 'em off," she said, and she turned her horse into the pen,
and I put Cap'n Kidd in, but tied him over in one corner by hisself--
otherwise he would of started fighting all the other horses and kicked
the fence down.

Then we went on along the path and the dogs barked louder and
purty soon we come to a big two-story cabin which had heavy board-
shutters over the winders. They was just a dim streak of candle light
come through the cracks. It was dark, because the moon hadn't come up.
We stopped in the shadder of the trees, and the gal whistled like a
whippoorwill three times, and somebody answered from up on the roof. A
door opened a crack in the room which didn't have no light at all, and
somebody said: "That you, Elizerbeth? Air the boys with you?"

"It's me," says she, starting toward the door. "But the boys ain't
with me."

Then all to once he throwed open the door and hollered: "Run, gal!
They's a grizzly b'ar standin' up on his hind laigs right behind you!"

"Aw, that ain't no b'ar," says she. "That there's Breckinridge
Elkins, from up in Nevady. He's goin' to help us fight the Barlows."

WE WENT ON INTO A ROOM where they was a candle on the table, and
they was nine or ten men there and thirty-odd women and chillern. They
all looked kinda pale and scairt, and the men was loaded down with
pistols and Winchesters.

They all looked at me kind of dumb-like, and the old man kept
staring like he warn't any too sure he hadn't let a grizzly in the
house, after all. He mumbled something about making a natural mistake,
in the dark, and turned to the gal.

"Whar's the boys I sent you after?" he demanded, and she says:
"This gent mussed 'em up so's they ain't fitten for to fight. Now,
don't git rambunctious, pap. It war just a honest mistake all around.
He's our friend, and he's gunnin' for Dick Jackson."

"Ha! Dick Jackson!" snarled one of the men, lifting his
Winchester. "Just lemme line my sights on him! I'll cook his goose!"

"You won't, neither," I said. "He's got to go back to Bear Creek
and marry my sister Ellen.... Well," I says, "what's the campaign?"

"I don't figger they'll git here till well after midnight," said
Old Man Hopkins. "All we can do is wait for 'em."

"You means you all sets here and waits till they comes and lays
siege?" I says.

"What else?" says he. "Lissen here, young man, don't start tellin'
me how to conduck a feud. I growed up in this here'n. It war in full
swing when I was born, and I done spent my whole life carryin' it on."

"That's just it," I snorted. "You lets these dern wars drag on for
generations. Up in the Humbolts we brings such things to a quick
conclusion. Mighty near everybody up there come from Texas, original,
and we fights our feuds Texas style, which is short and sweet--a feud
which lasts ten years in Texas is a humdinger. We winds 'em up quick
and in style. Where-at is this here cabin where the Barlow's is

"'Bout three mile over the ridge," says a young feller they called

"How many is they?" I ast.

"I counted seventeen," says he.

"Just a fair-sized mouthful for a Elkins," I said. "Bill, you
guide me to that there cabin. The rest of you can come or stay, it
don't make no difference to me."

Well, they started jawing with each other then. Some was for going
and some for staying. Some wanted to go with me and try to take the
Barlows by surprize, but the others said it couldn't be done--they'd
git ambushed theirselves, and the only sensible thing to be did was to
stay forted and wait for the Barlows to come. They given me no more
heed--just sot there and augered.

But that was all right with me. Right in the middle of the
dispute, when it looked like maybe the Hopkinses' would get to
fighting amongst theirselves and finish each other before the Barlows
could git there, I lit out with the boy Bill, which seemed to have
considerable sense for a Hopkins.

He got him a horse out of the hidden corral, and I got Cap'n Kidd,
which was a good thing. He'd somehow got a mule by the neck, and the
critter was almost at its last gasp when I rescued it. Then me and
Bill lit out.

We follered winding paths over thick-timbered mountainsides till
at last we come to a clearing and they was a cabin there, with light
and profanity pouring out of the winders. We'd been hearing the last
mentioned for half a mile before we sighted the cabin.

We left our horses back in the woods a ways, and snuck up on foot
and stopped amongst the trees back of the cabin.

"They're in there tankin' up on corn licker to whet their
appetites for Hopkins blood!" whispered Bill, all in a shiver. "Lissen
to 'em! Them fellers ain't hardly human! What you goin' to do? They
got a man standin' guard out in front of the door at the other end of
the cabin. You see they ain't no doors nor winders at the back. They's
winders on each side, but if we try to rush it from the front or
either side, they'll see us and fill us full of lead before we could
git in a shot. Look! The moon's comin' up. They'll be startin' on
their raid before long."

I'll admit that cabin looked like it was going to be harder to
storm than I'd figgered. I hadn't had no idee in mind when I sot out
for the place. All I wanted was to get in amongst them Barlows--I does
my best fighting at close quarters. But at the moment I couldn't think
of no way that wouldn't get me shot up. Of course I could just rush
the cabin, but the thought of seventeen Winchesters blazing away at me
from close range was a little stiff even for me, though I was game to
try it, if they warn't no other way.

Whilst I was studying over the matter, all to once the horses tied
out in front of the cabin snorted, and back up the hills something
went _Oooaaaw-w-w!_ And a idee hit me.

"Git back in the woods and wait for me," I told Bill, as I headed
for the thicket where we'd left the horses.

I MOUNTED AND RODE up in the hills toward where the howl had come
from. Purty soon I lit and throwed Cap'n Kidd's reins over his head,
and walked on into the deep bresh, from time to time giving a long
squall like a cougar. They ain't a catamount in the world can tell the
difference when a Bear Creek man imitates one. After a while one
answered, from a ledge just a few hundred feet away.

I went to the ledge and clumb up on it, and there was a small cave
behind it, and a big mountain lion in there. He give a grunt of
surprize when he seen I was a human, and made a swipe at me, but I
give him a bat on the head with my fist, and whilst he was still dizzy
I grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and hauled him out of the cave
and lugged him down to where I left my horse.

Cap'n Kidd snorted at the sight of the cougar and wanted to kick
his brains out, but I give him a good kick in the stummick hisself,
which is the only kind of reasoning Cap'n Kidd understands, and got on
him and headed for the Barlow hangout.

I can think of a lot more pleasant jobs than toting a full-growed
mountain lion down a thick-timbered mountain side on the back of a
iron jaw outlaw at midnight. I had the cat by the back of the neck
with one hand, so hard he couldn't squall, and I held him out at arm's
length as far from the horse as I could, but every now and then he'd
twist around so he could claw Cap'n Kidd with his hind laigs, and when
this would happen Cap'n Kidd would squall with rage and start bucking
all over the place. Sometimes he would buck the derned cougar onto me,
and pulling him loose from my hide was wuss'n pulling cockle-burrs out
of a cow's tail.

But presently I arriv close behind the cabin. I whistled like a
whippoorwill for Bill, but he didn't answer and warn't nowheres to be
seen, so I decided he'd got scairt and pulled out for home. But that
was all right with me. I'd come to fight the Barlows, and I aimed to
fight 'em, with or without assistance. Bill would just of been in the

I got off in the trees back of the cabin and throwed the reins
over Cap'n Kidd's head, and went up to the back of the cabin on foot,
walking soft and easy. The moon was well up, by now, and what wind
they was, was blowing toward me, which pleased me, because I didn't
want the horses tied out in front to scent the cat and start cutting
up before I was ready.

The fellers inside was still cussing and talking loud as I
approached one of the winders on the side, and one hollered out: "Come
on! Let's git started! I craves Hopkins gore!" And about that time I
give the cougar a heave and throwed him through the winder.

He let out a awful squall as he hit, and the fellers in the cabin
hollered louder'n he did. Instantly a most awful bustle broke loose in
there and of all the whooping and bellering and shooting I ever heard,
and the lion squalling amongst it all, and clothes and hides tearing
so you could hear it all over the clearing, and the horses busting
loose and tearing out through the bresh.

As soon as I hove the cat I run around to the door and a man was
standing there with his mouth open, too surprized at the racket to do
anything. So I takes his rifle away from him and broke the stock off
on his head, and stood there at the door with the barrel intending to
brain them Barlows as they run out. I was plumb certain they _would_
run out, because I have noticed that the average man is funny that
way, and hates to be shut up in a cabin with a mad cougar as bad as
the cougar would hate to be shut up in a cabin with a infuriated
settler of Bear Creek.

But them scoundrels fooled me. 'Pears like they had a secret door
in the back wall, and whilst I was waiting for them to storm out
through the front door and get their skulls cracked, they knocked the
secret door open and went piling out that way.

BY THE TIME I REALIZED what was happening and run around to the
other end of the cabin, they was all out and streaking for the trees,
yelling blue murder, with their clothes all tore to shreds and them
bleeding like stuck hawgs.

That there catamount sure improved the shining hours whilst he was
corralled with them Barlows. He come out after 'em with his mouth full
of the seats of men's britches, and when he seen me he give a kind of
despairing yelp and taken out up the mountain with his tail betwixt
his laigs like the devil was after him with a red-hot branding iron.

I taken after the Barlows, sot on scuttling at least a few of 'em,
and I was on the p'int of letting _bam_ at 'em with my six-shooters as
they run, when, just as they reached the trees, all the Hopkins men
riz out of the bresh and fell on 'em with piercing howls.

That fray was kind of peculiar. I don't remember a single shot
being fired. The Barlows had dropped their guns in their flight, and
the Hopkinses seemed bent on whipping out their wrongs with their bare
hands and gun butts. For a few seconds they was a hell of a scramble--
men cussing and howling and bellering, and rifle-stocks cracking over
heads, and the bresh crashing underfoot, and then before I could get
into it, the Barlows broke every which-way and took out through the
woods like jack-rabbits squalling Jedgment Day.

Old Man Hopkins come prancing out of the bresh waving his
Winchester and his beard flying in the moonlight and he hollered: "The
sins of the wicked shall return onto 'em! Elkins, we have hit a
powerful lick for righteousness this here night!"

"Where'd you all come from?" I ast. "I thought you was still back
in yore cabin chawin' the rag."

"Well," he says, "after you pulled out we decided to trail along
and see how you come out with whatever you planned. As we come through
the woods expectin' to git ambushed every second, we met Bill here who
told us he believed you had a idee of circumventin' them devils,
though he didn't know what it was. So we come on and hid ourselves at
the aidge of the trees to see what'd happen. I see we been too timid
in our dealin's with these heathens. We been lettin' them force the
fightin' too long. You was right. A good offense is the best defense.

"We didn't kill any of the varmints, wuss luck," he said, "but we
give 'em a prime lickin'. Hey, look there! The boys has caught one of
the critters! Take him into that cabin, boys!"

They lugged him into the cabin, and by the time me and the old man
got there, they had the candles lit, and a rope around the Barlow's
neck and one end throwed over a rafter.

That cabin was a sight, all littered with broke guns and
splintered chairs and tables, pieces of clothes and strips of hide. It
looked just about like a cabin ought to look where they has just been
a fight between seventeen polecats and a mountain lion. It was a dirt
floor, and some of the poles which helped hold up the roof was
splintered, so most of the weight was resting on a big post in the
center of the hut.

All the Hopkinses was crowding around their prisoner, and when I
looked over their shoulders and seen the feller's pale face in the
light of the candle I give a yell: "Dick Jackson!"

"So it is!" said Old Man Hopkins, rubbing his hands with glee. "So
it is! Well, young feller, you got any last words to orate?"

"Naw," said Jackson sullenly. "But if it hadn't been for that
derned lion spilin' our plans we'd of had you danged Hopkinses like so
much pork. I never heard of a cougar jumpin' through a winder before."

"That there cougar didn't jump," I said, shouldering through the
mob. "He was hev. I done the heavin'."

His mouth fell open and he looked at me like he'd saw the ghost of
Sitting Bull. "Breckinridge Elkins!" says he. "I'm cooked now, for

"I'll say you air!" gritted the feller who'd spoke of shooting
Jackson earlier in the night. "What we waitin' for? Le's string him

The rest started howlin'.

"Hold on," I said. "You all can't hang him. I'm goin' to take him
back to Bear Creek."

"You ain't neither," said Old Man Hopkins. "We're much obleeged to
you for the help you've give us tonight, but this here is the first
chance we've had to hang a Barlow in fifteen year, and we aim to make
the most of it. String him, boys!"

"Stop!" I roared, stepping for'ard.

IN A SECOND I WAS COVERED by seven rifles, whilst three men laid
hold of the rope and started to heave Jackson's feet off the floor.
Them seven Winchesters didn't stop me. But for one thing I'd of taken
them guns away and wiped up the floor with them ungrateful mavericks.
But I was afeared Jackson would get hit in the wild shooting that was
certain to foller such a plan of action.

What I wanted to do was something which would put 'em all horse-
de-combat as the French say, without killing Jackson. So I laid hold
on the center-post and before they knowed what I was doing, I tore it
loose and broke it off, and the roof caved in and the walls fell
inwards on the roof.

In a second they wasn't no cabin at all--just a pile of lumber
with the Hopkinses all underneath and screaming blue murder. Of course
I just braced my laigs and when the roof fell my head busted a hole
through it, and the logs of the falling walls hit my shoulders and
glanced off, so when the dust settled I was standing waist-deep
amongst the ruins and nothing but a few scratches to show for it.

The howls that riz from beneath the ruins was blood-curdling, but
I knowed nobody was hurt permanent because if they was they wouldn't
be able to howl like that. But I expect some of 'em would of been hurt
if my head and shoulders hadn't kind of broke the fall of the roof and

I located Jackson by his voice, and pulled pieces of roof board
and logs off until I come onto his laig, and I pulled him out by it
and laid him on the ground to get his wind back, because a beam had
fell acrost his stummick and when he tried to holler he made the
funniest noise I ever heard.

I then kind of rooted around amongst the debris and hauled Old Man
Hopkins out, and he seemed kind of dazed and kept talking about

"You better git to work extricatin' yore misguided kin from under
them logs, you hoary-haired old sarpent," I told him sternly. "After
that there display of ingratitude I got no sympathy for you. In fact,
if I was a short-tempered man I'd feel inclined to violence. But bein'
the soul of kindness and generosity, I controls my emotions and merely
remarks that if I _wasn't_ mild-mannered as a lamb, I'd hand you a
boot in the pants--like this!"

I kicked him gentle.

"Owww!" says he, sailing through the air and sticking his nose to
the hilt in the dirt. "I'll have the law on you, you derned murderer!"
He wept, shaking his fists at me, and as I departed with my captive I
could hear him chanting a hymn of hate as he pulled chunks of logs off
of his bellering relatives.

Jackson was trying to say something, but I told him I warn't in no
mood for perlite conversation and the less he said the less likely I
was to lose my temper and tie his neck into a knot around a black

CAP'N KIDD MADE THE hundred miles from the Mezquital Mountains to
Bear Creek by noon the next day, carrying double, and never stopping
to eat, sleep, nor drink. Them that don't believe that kindly keep
their mouths shet. I have already licked nineteen men for acting like
they didn't believe it.

I stalked into the cabin and throwed Dick Jackson down on the
floor before Ellen which looked at him and me like she thought I was

"What you finds attractive about this coyote," I said bitterly,
"is beyond the grasp of my dust-coated brain. But here he is, and you
can marry him right away."

She said: "Air you drunk or sun-struck? Marry that good-for-
nothin', whiskey-swiggin', card-shootin' loafer? Why, ain't been a
week since I run him out of the house with a buggy whip."

"Then he didn't jilt you?" I gasped.

"Him jilt me?" she said. "I jilted him!"

I turned to Dick Jackson more in sorrer than in anger.

"Why," said I, "did you boast all over Chawed Ear about jiltin'
Ellen Elkins?"

"I didn't want folks to know she turned me down," he said sulkily.
"Us Jacksons is proud. The only reason I ever thought about marryin'
her was I was ready to settle down, on the farm pap gave me, and I
wanted to marry me a Elkins gal so I wouldn't have to go to the
expense of hirin' a couple of hands and buyin' a span of mules and--"

They ain't no use in Dick Jackson threatening to have the law on
me. He got off light to what's he'd have got if pap and my brothers
hadn't all been off hunting. They've got terrible tempers. But I was
always too soft-hearted for my own good. In spite of Dick Jackson's
insults I held my temper. I didn't do nothing to him at all, except
escort him in sorrow for five or six miles down the Chawed Ear trail,
kicking the seat of his britches.


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