my cowboys, Danny Mains, along ahead, carryin' money I hed to pay
off hands an' my bills, an' I wanted thet money to get in town
before dark. Wal, Danny was held up. I don't distrust the lad.
There's been strange Greasers in town lately, an' mebbe they knew
about the money comin'.

"Wal, when I arrived with the cattle I was some put to it to make
ends meet. An' to-day I wasn't in no angelic humor. When I hed
my business all done I went around pokin' my nose beak an' there,
tryin' to get scent of thet money. An' I happened in at a hall
we hev thet does duty fer' jail an' hospital an' election-post
an' what not. Wal, just then it was doin' duty as a hospital.
Last night was fiesta night--these Greasers hev a fiesta every
week or so--an' one Greaser who hed been bad hurt was layin' in
the hall, where he hed been fetched from the station. Somebody
hed sent off to Douglas fer a doctor, but be hedn't come yet.
I've hed some experience with gunshot wounds, an' I looked this
feller over. He wasn't shot up much, but I thought there was
danger of blood-poison-in'. Anyway, I did all I could.

"The hall was full of cowboys, ranchers, Greasers, miners, an'
town folks, along with some strangers. I was about to get
started up this way when Pat Hawe come in.

"Pat he's the sheriff. I reckon, Miss Majesty, thet sheriffs are
new to you, an' fer sake of the West I'll explain to you thet we
don't hev many of the real thing any more. Garrett, who killed
Billy the Kid an' was killed himself near a year or so ago--he
was the kind of sheriff thet helps to make a self-respectin'
country. But this Pat Hawe--wal, I reckon there's no good in me