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Title: Easy come, easy go
Author: Edwin L. Sabin
Release Date: July 3, 2022 [eBook #68450]
Language: English
Produced by: Roger Frank and Sue Clark
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[Illustration]
Easy Come, Easy Go
A delightful story of a real Westerner is here set
down in engaging fashion by the gifted author of
“The Devil of the Picuris” and “Three Black Hills.”
By Edwin L. Sabin
To the beef round-up camp, now in the last stages of the hectic
trail, there arrived, seeking the 77 outfit as by tryst, a party of
four in a buckboard--driving in at noon, across the brown parched
plains, timely to the cook’s shrill yelp, “Come an’ get it!”
They were, to wit: a stout ruddy man, a younger man, and two
dazzling girls of garb femininely adapted to the Wild West. The
equipage pulled down; lengthy Tex, the 77 foreman, rose from his
seat upon his hams, to meet it.
The four piled out, the girls gazing open-eyed.
That which they saw was a conclave of ten hungry, hardy, red-faced
punchers, reeking of the sun and saddle, squatted in various
postures around the cook’s Dutch ovens and earnestly stowing away
the midday chuck of coffee, beef, beans, stewed canned tomatoes, hot
bread and sorghum.
That which the diners saw was two damsels fabulously appareled and
glowing with innocent curiosity, the young sprig in dude rig of
riding-breeches and natty flannel shirt and polished puttees, the
elder man caparisoned to similar “sporting” effect and manifesting
an important strut, aggravated, perhaps, by the bondage of the
flesh.
It was one world imposed upon another.
Here, then, was the 77 owner, from the East, evidently to see how
his--_his_ cows and men were stacking up! Had brought his friends or
family (“tourists,” in any guise) to the show; and first they were
watching the “animals” eat.
“Oh, how romantic!” breathed one of the damsels, lips parted.
“Oh, hell!” murmured man to man.
* * * * *
Dignified as “Mr. Matthews” by virtue of his office, Tex acted host.
The party seated themselves. The somewhat flustered cook, Tex
assisting with the utensils, proceeded to serve from his cow-camp
menu.
The 77 stoically swigged and champed. At last--
“All right, boys.” Tex had spoken from his feet. The horse-herd was
in, confined by its rope corral. With creaking of joints the men
rose from their post-prandial cigarettes, to take down their ropes
from their saddles and to stump on to snare their afternoon mounts.
* * * * *
No joints protested more than those of Laramie,--“Laramie Red,”--who
had been riding a hard-bitted horse all the morning and was due, he
knew, to fork Old Thunder this afternoon.
The horses of one’s string, however, should be ridden turn about.
Consequently Laramie flicked his noose for Old Thunder; and at the
clap of the hemp around his neck, Old Thunder followed the trend of
the rope. A mild-in-appearance, fly-bitten roan, he, with a sleepy
eye--but with Roman nose and aggressive chocky head wherein obstinacy
had its dwelling-place.
With “Oh!’s” and “Ah!’s” and sundry “By George! See that!” the
tourist squad had taken station to observe the very simple
operations of tossing a noose over a horse’s head, yanking him
forth, and investing him with bridle, blanket and saddle, and man.
Perhaps there was romance in this, too. Kin savvy? If so, it had
been imported for the occasion.
“What a pretty horse!”
Laramie was conscious of blue eyes in a fair flushed face devouring
his every motion--fascinated, maybe, by his flaming thatch, his
largely freckled visage impervious to wind and weather, and his
bowed legs set by thirty years of chasing cows.
But “Pretty hawss!” Old Thunder? Who’d ha’ thought it?
“What’s his name?”
“Satan, ma’am.”
“Oh!”
Laramie grimly continued with his routine. Old Thunder submitted, as
if contemplating that period of coltship when he indeed might have
been “pretty.” His retrospective mien portrayed docility.
“Here’s a genuine cow-pony,” pronounced the elderly man, who was
doing the critical. “Hardy, obedient, faithful, the cowboy’s most
valued partner. The real cowboy never abuses his horse. Depends on
him too much. That’s why he changes mounts whenever he can. Well,
people, you’re seeing the actual thing--the Western cowboy at work,
off the films. That’s good. You know your business, my man.”
Laramie did not deign answer to that exalted address “My man.” He
sensed the sly anticipation of his fellows as he gathered the lines,
turned stirrup to his foot, and with hand to cheek strap and hand to
mane vaulted aboard in single movement.
“Go!” somebody yapped.
Old Thunder exploded. Always did. But this present play caught
Laramie in a frame of mind more savage than usual. Was he to be
butchered for a tourist holiday? He gave the brute its head and
raked with spurs relentless, to have the fit over with in short
order. And ride he could, could Laramie Red, veteran of the range
dating back to the long trails, to Abilene, Ogalalla and Miles City.
Cheers and cries attended upon him, inciting Old Thunder. His hat
sailed free. After the preliminary cavorting, Thunder, true to his
system, launched himself into furious straight-away out across the
brush, with Laramie sitting heavily until the fit should expend.
And when he rocked in upon an Old Thunder, now satiated, to get his
hat and to receive instructions for duty, he encountered a blast
extraordinary.
* * * * *
The elderly man, swelling like a turkey cock, advanced upon him.
“Is that your horse, sir?”
“No sir; I wouldn’t claim any such animal,” retorted Laramie,
ruffled anew.
“Right. It happens to be my horse. You’re fired.”
Laramie gasped.
“What’s that?”
“You’re fired, my man.”
“Me?”
“Yes. I’m owner of these cattle and these horses. I’m full owner of
the Seventy-seven. Understand? I employ cowboys, not busters. I’ll
have nobody in my service who abuses animals. They tell me this
horse is perfectly gentle when he’s been handled properly. I can see
that for myself. You’re ruining him. No doubt you meant to show off
a little, but that doesn’t go with me. Give your time to the
foreman, and he’ll pay you to date. If you intend to be a cowboy, I
hope this will be a lesson to you. Br-rumph! No words, now.” The
oracular dignitary had finished.
But Laramie could muster no words of utterance before ladies. There
they were, those two, standing aloof and eying him with look that
scorched. And--“If you intend to be a cowboy,” the stout gent had
said. “If you _intend_ to be a _cowboy_!” Suffering cats! He,
Laramie Red, intend “to be” a cowboy! And--“They tell me this horse
is perfectly gentle when he’s been handled properly!” So he was. The
deviltry having been ridden out of him, he’d be as meek as Moses; as
witness now--a staid old fool!
Fired! That verbal mandate waited upon no further repetition.
Laramie swung from the astonished Thunder and commenced rapidly to
unsaddle. Tex, who had been busied elsewhere, came hurrying with
gait interrogative.
“What’s the matter, Laramie?”
“There’s nothin’ the matter with me. I’m turnin’ in this hawss,”
growled Laramie, engaged.
“What’s wrong with the hawss, then?”
“Nothin’. He’s plump gentle--a putty little hawss. But I’m quittin’.”
“You! No! Why’s that?”
“Been fired, aint I? No man need tell me that more’n once.”
“Who told you?”
“Yore big boss over yonder.” Laramie indicated with jerk of red
head.
“What for?”
* * * * *
Laramie smiled sourly through the perspiration of his rugged
countenance.
By that twist of the lips he revealed the injury done to his very
soul.
“’Cause I abuse his pet stock. Got to learn how to handle hawsses,
yet.”
“Hold on! You say he fired you?”
“He shorely did. I’m quittin’. Here’s his hawss. You got my time?”
“No!” Tex implored. “Wait! Why, doggone his skin--” He wheeled about,
but the “big boss” was valiantly coming as if to impress the stamp
of authority. And the lingering riders grinned.
“This man says you’ve discharged him, Mr. Bunyan,” Tex accused.
“So I have. On the spot, too. Look at that horse. The man’s a
brute.”
“Easy, now, Mister,” Laramie warned, a glint in his hazel eyes.
“Shore, I see the hawss. There’s nothing wrong with the hawss,” Tex
would placate, somewhat bewildered. “And I’ll say the man you’re
speaking of is a top hand--there’s not a better man in the outfit.
You can’t fire _him_.”
“Can’t I?” The owner of the 77 repeated. “Look at that horse. In a
lather already! See how he’s marked up. The man’s a--hum!--he’s too
rough. I’ll not have my horses foundered, or their tempers ruined.
Let the man learn to handle horses; then if he wishes to come back.
I’ll consider him. How much do we owe him?”
“But great Scott, Mr. Bunyan!” Tex writhed with honest anguish. “The
hawss aint hurt. His hair’s scurcely mussed. You can’t set a man
afoot for that! A hawss has got to be _ridden_, else he aint any
good in the herd. I wouldn’t waste time with a plumb mean
hawss--haven’t much use for a buster, anyhow. And if I caught a man
mistreating an animal regardless, I’d be the fust to fire him. Old
Thunder aint been mistreated. He’s just nacherly a trifle gay when
he’s fust forked. He does it a-purpose; he _expects_ to be tapered
off like Laramie tapered him--wants somebody to come right back at
him, and then he’s peaceful. That hawss is ready to go all the rest
the day. He’s only one o’ them kind that’s got to be uncorked. Why,
Laramie wouldn’t choose to hurt a hawss or ary other animal. But on
the range a man has to ride and to rope and to brand; that’s what
you pay him for, aint it? Laramie’s a cow-man--been at it twenty-five
or thirty year. He knows the value of hawsses and cows as well as I
do. You can’t fire him for nothing.”
Mr. Bunyan pursed his lips and gave judicial answer.
“I still think he should be discharged. But perhaps he was only
showing off before the ladies. He’s a ladies’ man! Anyway, he’d
better stay until you’ve shipped the cattle.”
“I had, had I?” Laramie snorted. “Thanks. Wouldn’t care for some.
I’ll leave my saddle in the wagon, Matthews, and hoof to town. I’ll
go to cookin’ before I’ll ever lay hand on another Seventy-seven
hawss.”
“No, Laramie!” Tex pleaded. “Stay and we’ll talk this over. I need
you. You _got_ to stay.”
“I’m full up on talk, and I’m full up on punchin’, too,” replied
Laramie. “For the information of this loco, I’ll say I was goin’ to
quit anyhow. Decided that yesterday. He’s late. But I’ll finish out
on yore account, Tex; then I’m done.”
“Oho!” chuckled the aggravating Bunyan, out of wisdom excessive.
“Pay-day; then wine, woman and song, eh?”
“’Cordin’ to yore tell,” growled Laramie. He resaddled Old Thunder,
brusquely mounted, and without instructions rode off on duty
self-assigned.
* * * * *
The virtuous Mr. Bunyan returned to his party.
“Did you discharge him, uncle?” one of the girls asked breathlessly.
“Wouldn’t he go?”
“He’ll stay till after the round-up. Was rather saucy about it. Said
he was going to quit anyhow. The sooner he quits, the better.”
“Independent, aye?” the younger man queried.
“Oh, it’s easy come, easy go, with these cowboys. He’s probably
saved his wages. No way to spend ’em, you see. So at first
opportunity he’ll lay off and blow ’em all in. That’s it. Then he’ll
be hunting another job. The same old story. I don’t worry.”
Laramie rode on, for a distance, alone. Thud of hoofs sounded. Happy
Jack drew in to pace him and be his partner for the afternoon’s last
circle.
“Say, Laramie, you aren’t goin’ to quit, are you?” Happy blurted.
“Sure not. Everybody knows you’re all right.”
“You bet I quit.”
“But you aint fired. Tex does the firing in this outfit, and you can
stay till your feet drop off.”
“Then I fire myself. ‘Brute’ and ‘ladies’ man,’ am I? I know when I
got enough, and I’m plump sick o’ ridin’. There’s no thanks to it.
There’s nothin’ to show but saddle-corns and rheumatics and a bad
reputation. What’s a puncher, outside o’ story papers? Yep, I’ve
made up my mind. I’ll quit at the shippin’-pens, when I aint needed.
I aim to sell my saddle and straighten out my legs, and never ride
no more. Mebbe I can live on my income,” he dourly added.
“Aw, Laramie!”
“I’ve said it. If you’re goin’ to talk, you can talk about the
weather.”
* * * * *
This evening the 77 camped by themselves, for the outland guests had
left. After supper Laramie waddled over to sit beside Tex and put an
important question.
“How much’ll I have comin’ to me, Tex, when you pay off?”
“Where?”
“At the shippin’-pens. We draw our money when we strike town at the
end of the drive, don’t we?”
“Shorely. You needn’t worry about that. You’ll get your share,
unless you want me to hold back.”
“Nope: no holding back this time,” said Laramie. “How much’ll it be,
Tex? You can figger, can’t you? I aint kept track.”
“What do you want to know for?” Tex demanded. “Can’t you wait?
There’s no way to spend it here. You’ll spend it fast enough when
you do get it. Why don’t you let it grow?”
“Well,” said Laramie, “I’m curious. It’s mine, aint it? Then I get
it, don’t I? How much?”
“But what’ll you do with it? Throw it away?” Tex reproved. “Five
dollars will give you a good time in that shipping burg; the rest
wont harm you if I keep it for you.”
“I don’t stop in that burg,” announced Laramie. “I told you I’m
quittin’. I’ll need all my money.”
Tex deplored:
“Oh, pshaw, Laramie! I was hoping you’d got that out of your system.
The old man’s gone. ’Twasn’t only a flash in the pan. I mean for you
to stay on. Blamed if I’ll let you leave the Seventy-seven.”
“Can’t help yoreself, Tex,” said Laramie. “I been thinkin’ of
quittin’, two-three weeks now, and I do quit, soon as we reach the
pens. You’ll have men enough there.”
“Going to join another outfit?”
“Nope. When I quit, I quit ridin’, and I pull out.”
“Why--what do you aim to do? You’re talking foolish!” Tex censured.
“Me?” said Laramie. “Well, I reckon I’ll go to little old K. C. I
aint been in a city since--gosh, I don’t know when, Tex. It’s time I
was learnin’ something.”
“You might have gone,” Tex snapped. “You’ve been started--I’ve
started you, myself; but ’fore you got to the train, where were you?
Plumb flat. But all right: I’ll send you in with the stock. Give you
another chance.”
“No, sir!” said Laramie. “I don’t go as any stock-tender, Tex. I go
civilized. I know I’ve fell by the way, on several occasions, Tex,
but this time will be different. There don’t nary man call me a
brute ag’in. I quit the range, and I live white. When I get to
Kansas City, I’m goin’ to the swellest cafe in that town, and I
order me the best feed on the hull mee-noo, regardless. I been
livin’ so long on beef, I moo whenever I see a calf. I reckon I’ll
put up at the best _ho_-tel, and I’ll take in the best thee-ater,
and I’ll buy some store clothes. Wow! Hey?” And Laramie fairly
licked his chops.
“Shorely,” agreed Tex in tone caustic. “I see yuh. Easy come, easy
go. You fellows are alluz fools with your money. All right; what’ll
you do then?”
“Well,” said Laramie, “lackin’ better while I was lookin’ round, I
suppose I might get a job at the stockyards. I know cattle. But that
wont be ridin’. It’ll be loafin’. Now,” he concluded, “you
understand why I figger ahead on what’s comin’ to me. How much?”
“Very good,” Tex rapped. “Seeing you’re bound to know, I’ll give it
to you straight. Close as I can calkilate, Laramie, at the pens
you’ll have exactly thirty-three dollars and fifty cents due you.
Want, cash or a gold bond?”
“What you sayin’, Tex?” Laramie gasped. “I got more than that!”
“No, you haven’t. You remember, Laramie, that last time you turned
loose, after the calf round-up, you lost all your money, and your
saddle, and bridle, and boots, and your four-gallon Texas hat, in a
tin-horn poker-game. So I had to stake you to a new outfit. Those
things cost. And you’ve been drawing a dollar or two, now and again,
since. I can show you in black and white.”
“You needn’t, Tex. Yore word’s good.” But thirty-three dollars and
fifty cents, after thirty years of dogging cows from the border to
Montana! Shucks!
Laramie rallied. He had faced worse crises.
“I’ll take it, anyhow,” he said cheerfully. “I aint clean busted.”
“No,” said Tex. And he added with significant disapproval: “Not yet!
But if you come back with your fifty cents, you’ll be doing well.”
* * * * *
So Laramie Red was quitting! Considerable more remained to be said
upon the subject, chiefly among his mates. And the chantey welled
with drawl of chorus his-way directed:
After the round-up’s over,
After the shipping’s done,
I’m going ho-ome, boys,
Never more to roam.
Capped by the remindful--
Gimme a platter o’ Lillian Russell,*
Gimme a look at a skirt and a bustle,
Then take my money and watch me hustle
Back to the sage and sun!
[* Peaches and cream, of course!]
“Laramie wont get past the first stop with a ‘Last Chance’ sign over
a door,” they laughed. “What’ll you bet, Laramie?”
“I know that’s regulation with you-all,” Laramie answered soberly.
“Nope, I don’t bet. Can’t afford to, after only thirty year workin’
for grub. But you needn’t lay any plate for me. When I ride, I ride
in the cars. And, while you or’nary brute punchers are still ruinin’
hawsses, I’ll be eatin’ off French mee-noos and sleepin’ in a real
bed. Anybody who thinks I don’t mean it had better make me an offer
on my saddle. I’ve fired myself, and I’m done.”
* * * * *
“True to his promise, several days later Laramie found himself at
the railway station of the shipping town--a wayside town bared upon
the bare plains, drenched with sun and dust--a spasmodic little town
livened at intervals, as now, by the beef herds bawling in the pens
and shutes, and by the brown, rollicking riders turned loose from
the durance of the trail for their brief fling.
Easy come, easy go, this, where (in the language of the country)
“the coyote howls and the poker-chips rattle and money rolls
up-hill!” Wow! A rebound to riotous living, even to the extent of
canned peaches and canned cream; then--“back to the sage and sun.”
Therefore, the session being limited and sentiment for a “plumb
idjit” scant, Laramie, having rigorously declined invitations to a
farewell that might have cut his travels short again, was alone at
the station. Behind him the revels beckoned. He licked his lips
thirstily.
He had shed his chaps; he had consigned his saddle and bridle and
bed-roll also to Tex, for disposal. Somebody would buy them--and pay
out of future earnings. But he was free, and he had his ticket, and
money besides--hard money for that feed, and a thee-ater, and a “top”
bed with sheets and pillers; reckoned he’d have to get a nightshirt!
The long train thundered in. And he (a figure _sui generis_, in his
high-heeled boots and his big hat and his stained checkered blouse
and his dusty trousers shaped to irrevocably bowed legs) was
stumping down the line, when he brought up against another figure,
just mounting the steps of a Pullman.
This was his critic, name of Bunyan.
“Hello, my man.” Mr. Bunyan paused “Stock-tender, eh? Did you decide
to stay on for another try?”
“No sir,” said Laramie, holding himself in stern check. “It happens
yore stock-tenders don’t travel on passenger cars. They travel
caboose, if they’re lucky. Besides, yore cows are old enough to
travel alone, and so am I. I’ve quit; I’ve drawed my pay and I’m
headin’ for Kansas City, never more to roam.”
Mr. Bunyan smiled with smile exasperating.
“You are, are you? Hunting a job there?”
“I suppose I’ll have to earn my keep, after I’ve been fed up and to
a thee-ater. Reckon I’ll enjoy life a little, fust.”
Mr. Bunyan laughed.
“That’s it! Easy come, easy go! Can’t spend your money fast enough
in this town, eh? Those other boys don’t seem to have any
difficulty, judging by what I’ve seen and heard. You men are all of
the same stamp. You lack good sense. What you earn in one month, you
guzzle and gamble away in half an hour. I suppose that’s being a
cowboy!”
Laramie recognized that in this ironical diatribe there might be a
grain of truth.
“As for ‘easy come,’ I dunno,” said he, out of memories of the
thirty years’ wind and weather, round-up and trail. “But I’ve
ree-formed. If I hadn’t, I’d take no such talk from _you_.”
With that, for fear he might tarnish his new shield at once, he
waddled on, red and resolute.
* * * * *
He discovered a seat in the chair-car; and having sat right there
and slept right there so as to hold it and himself down, he arrived
in the morning at Kansas City. He stumbled out upon the platform of
this union station that clanged and buzzed, pent with energy.
Now the vague city, meshing him about, lured his farther incursion.
Somewhere there was the swell cafe, and the pulsing life, and the
thee-ater, and the bed with sheets, and the nightshirt and the store
clothes. And somewhere, he fully comprehended, there were seductive
bars, welcoming such as he--a man off the range, with his pockets
lined.
People casually viewed him as he stood. They could not mistake him:
the typical cow-man, veteran showing in every wrinkle of face and
garb: a red-headed, sorrel-visaged, puzzled migrant from the land of
chaps and saddle.
As he stood blinking, those “brute” instincts surged within him
again. Powerful thirsty he was--it had been a long time. Hungry, too!
His money burned in his jeans. It clamored for air and action. His
feet twitched.
“Gee gosh!” quoth Laramie, scratching his thatch. “I got to do
something. Mebbe I’d better eat a snack just to ca’m me down. ’Twont
make no difference when I find the genuyine lay-out. It’ll give me
strength to look careful, for the best’ll be none too good for me.”
He wandered amid reverberant gates and corridors, and boiling
crowds, and his nose and ears led him to the dining counter--to the
warm aroma of food and the clatter of laden dishes. He sat upon a
stool, awkwardly forking it with his crooked legs and his tipsy
boots, and he shoved his hat back and squared before the menu. Over
this he pondered, running it through with gnarled forefinger.
* * * * *
The titles mocked him. He seemed likely to starve in the midst of a
strange plenty.
“What’ll it be?” the waitress chided.
“Oh, shucks!” Laramie murmured. “I’m an orphan on this range, miss,”
he apologized. In his desperation he could think of but one sure
bet. “Fetch me a platter o’ beef,” blurted Laramie.
“Steak or roast?”
“Make her steak,” bade Laramie, still playing safe.
“That,” informed the waitress, “will take about fifteen minutes. It
has to be cooked to order.”
“All right,” said Laramie. “I reckon I can stick it out. You tell
the cook he can be cookin’ me a can o’ coffee, at same time.”
He sapiently left his hat upon the stool, as sign, and wandered
again, for that poignant urge of unlawful thirst nagged him.
Presently the wail of a child penetrated through the echoes of the
waiting-rooms; and like a knight errant seeking the source of
distress he was tolled on until, quite ignorantly, he had invaded
the women’s section. Always was soft toward kids, anyhow.
This was an unhappy, protesting kid, asylumed in the lap of a plump
young woman who, brightly if (to eyes other than Laramie’s) somewhat
extravagantly appareled, in vain hushed it and rocked it. Gazing
down, these he saw; and the woman, gazing up, saw him--a rough red
head, breaking his seamed countenance into a quizzical smile.
“That yore kid, ma’am?” asked Laramie.
She answered, rather frightened, and clasping the child more
closely:
“My sister’s. Not mine--no!”
A comely young woman, she, with round cheeks and sloe-black
appealing eyes. Laramie’s heart fluttered responsively.
“What’s the matter of him? Sick?”
“Hungry, I guess.”
“Why don’t you feed him?”
“No mooney. Lost my mooney.” The plaintive foreign intonation was
delicious. Laramie seized upon her helplessness.
“Hey? Where you goin’?”
“Denver. Don’t know now.”
“Yore man out there?”
“Got no man. My sister’s man send me mooney to bring baby. Now I
lost my mooney. I teenk baby hungry. No breakfast.”
“Gee!” Laramie commiserated. “How long you been here?”
“Five hour. I not know what to do.” Her wondrous eyes swam.
“Gosh!” quoth Laramie. “I’m yore man. You throw in with me. Gimme
the kid. I’ve wrestled calves.”
He took the child; he brazenly dragged her up; and to her alarmed
expostulations forced her on--
Mr. Bunyan, picking his teeth, crossed the trail.
“Oho, my man! Already at ‘work,’ are you? Didn’t look far, eh? Tut,
tut! You can do better than that!”
“You--get--out o’ my way!” Laramie growled, suffused with wrath at the
indictment from this satisfied, plethoric slanderer who alleged to
have caught him at something or other, to no credit.
* * * * *
Laramie proceeded. He swept his hat from the stool.
“Set there, now.” The waitress was just bearing in the platter. “I
got the chuck done already ordered. Here she comes. And say!”
Laramie burst out. “If ’taint enough, you order more. Then you buy
some sort o’ ticket. I haint but twenty-five dollars, odd; here
’tis.” He had fumbled in his hip pocket, and he plumped his buckskin
sack into her unwilling lap.
“No, no!” protested the young woman in perplexity.
“Yes, yes,” rebuked Laramie. “Shucks! There’s plenty more where that
come from. Fust you see it, and then you don’t.”
He beat retreat, lest the incident be noticed. Now he was vastly
relieved. Had had his fill of city life, anyhow. He strolled the
length of the counter and paused to point.
“How much are them sinkers?” he demanded.
“Doughnuts? Two for a nickel.”
“Gimme a dozen and keep the change,” directed Laramie. And he parted
with his remaining fifty cents.
Toting away the sack, at last he felt like himself--busted. He
swaggered through the station outskirts and into the yards; and at a
string of empty stock-cars finally found a brakeman whom he knew.
* * * * *
The 77 was at the tail-end of loading when he appeared, tousled and
redeyed from journey by freight, at the camp near town--he having
hopped off, convenient.
“It’s Laramie! Whoopee! Thought you were in Kansas City.”
“So I was,” said Laramie; and he took mental note of the ravages of
time in that period of his absence. All the outfit had not come to
yet. “Howdy, Tex? Need a hand?”
Tex faced him.
“By jiminy! Out by passenger, back by freight! Or did you _walk_!
Busted, I’ll bet.”
“You win,” granted Laramie.
“What was it this time special? Liquor, cards or women?”
“Well, this time it was women,” Laramie confessed, shamed.
“I knowed it!” Tex vowed disgustedly. “I wont ask you where you’ve
been or what you’ve done. No use. Shore, you’ve a job. Your stuff is
just as you left it. Oh, heck!” groaned Tex, lapsing into the lingo.
“You fellers never l’arn nothin’. Easy come, easy go. You ought to
wear that for your brand.”
“Yep,” said Laramie, humble and crimson. “I never did have no sense.
I’m a shore brute. What hawss do I ride ag’in, fust?”
[Transcriber's Note: This story appeared in the June 1924 edition
of The Blue Book Magazine.]
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