gonewacky
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The Indian woman
It was in the afternoon and Jim and Albert were heading back to the Jail from the Boardinghouse. That’s when they saw him. A man with an Indian woman rode up to the Saloon. He was the biggest man Jim had ever saw. He must have been close to seven feet tall and three hundred and fifty pounds. Albert remarked, “Damn, he’s a giant!”
The Big man, “We’re going to stay here now Amara. I told you not to fret yourself nobody’s going to bother you. Look there’s the Giddy Up Saloon. You know a man might find whiskey fit to drink in a place like that. Just drop your rains over the rack Amara your old Pony ain’t about to go nowhere.”
Amara insisted, “I will wait right here Jacob.”
Jacob replied, “Here in the dust and Heat. Come on get down off that old horse you’ve been riding so long. You need to walk around some.”
Amara agreed, “All right.’
Jacob insisted, “Anyway it’s cooler inside if they got a lady’s parlor you can set in there.”
Amara replied, “I’ll set on the porch.”
Jacob took her hand, “Come on I’m sure they got a place inside.”
Jim exclaimed, “Albert! He’s taking her inside!”
Albert replied, “I see that. We better go make sure there’s not trouble.”
Vivian saw the man with the Indian woman come in the door. She Jumped up from Earl’s lap and headed to the door. Greeting the woman she said, “Can I help you Mam?”
Jacob replied, “Do you have a lady’s parlor where my wife can wait for me?”
Vivian replied, “I’m Vivian. If you come with me I’ll show you a place.”
Jacob went to the bar and called, “I’ll have a Whiskey.”
A man demanded, “Wait, hold that drink bartender. Maybe you picked the wrong place to drink Mister. There’s a place down along the river. That’s where you should take that Indian woman.
Jacob replied, “I’ve heard tell.”
The man insisted, “Maybe that’s where you better go.”
Jacob called out, “Bartender I ain’t got my drink yet.”
The man explained, “Mister you don’t understand what I said. That bartender isn’t going to give you no drink.”
Jacob replied, “Maybe he is.”
The man insisted, “No he ain’t this place don’t serve nobody that walks in with no dirty Indian Squaw.”
With that Jacob took one swing knocking him back five feet, and out cold. Albert came in the door and yelled, “All right hold it! All right you men take Reigert out to the horse trough. Then drop him in and soak his head. As for the rest of you get about your business.”
Jacob complained, “Come on you busted up what could have been a man size fight.”
Albert insisted, “Well fights like that lead to killings. You’re a cool one Mister.”
Jacob explained, “You get that way in my profession.”
Albert asked, “Oh, what’s that?”
Jacob replied, “Army Scout I’m on my way to Fort Boise what’s yours.”
Albert replied, “I’m the Sheriff my name’s Albert.”
Jacob admitted, “Sheriff I noticed they paid you a heap of attention. I’m Jacob Shepard and proud to know you Sheriff. I want you to meet somebody. This here is Amara she’s my wife.”
Albert replied, “How do you do ma’am, Vivian.”
Jacob went on, “Amara and me been traveling quite a spell.”
Albert questioned, “Where’d you ride from.”
Jacob revealed, “We came down from Montana. I figured we’d stay over here in Dention if I can find a place. Amara’s been feeling poorly.”
Albert questioned, “How long do you figure on staying in Dention Jacob?”
Jacob replied, “Can’t rightly say Sheriff.”
Albert insisted, “You made trouble for yourself when you hit Mr. Reigert.”
Jacob replied, “That right.”
Albert explained, “It’ll bother him Jacob and he’ll be after you. I know you can’t make Fort Boise, so it might be better if you and your wife rode out to Lambert and stayed.”
Amara agreed, “There he’s right Jacob. We should go on right now we don’t want no trouble.”
Jacob insisted, “You’ve been riding enough the way you feel. Besides I got things to do.
Albert insisted, “Look Jacob I don’t want any trouble here.
Jacob replied, “I sure don’t aim to cause any now. How about joining me in a drink Sheriff I still got a glass of Rye coming.
Dention was real quiet for the next week until a drunken Cowboy tried to burn the town down. He’d lost a poker game with Ace at the Saloon.
Albert kept an eye on Otto Reigert, but the trouble He’d been expecting between him and Jacob Shepard seemed to blow over. James heard somewhere that Jacob had found a room for Amara and himself at the Widow Tulley’s place out at the edge of town. Albert didn’t see Jacob again except once when he drove the Widow’s Buckboard into town, and loaded it up with food and supplies. Then he drove back out.
Then one morning while James was cleaning up the office Jacob walked in. “Morning Sheriff.”
Albert replied, “Hello Jacob. I never did get a chance to pay you back for that drink you bought me.
Jacob replied, “The time will come Sheriff.”
It was in the afternoon and Jim and Albert were heading back to the Jail from the Boardinghouse. That’s when they saw him. A man with an Indian woman rode up to the Saloon. He was the biggest man Jim had ever saw. He must have been close to seven feet tall and three hundred and fifty pounds. Albert remarked, “Damn, he’s a giant!”
The Big man, “We’re going to stay here now Amara. I told you not to fret yourself nobody’s going to bother you. Look there’s the Giddy Up Saloon. You know a man might find whiskey fit to drink in a place like that. Just drop your rains over the rack Amara your old Pony ain’t about to go nowhere.”
Amara insisted, “I will wait right here Jacob.”
Jacob replied, “Here in the dust and Heat. Come on get down off that old horse you’ve been riding so long. You need to walk around some.”
Amara agreed, “All right.’
Jacob insisted, “Anyway it’s cooler inside if they got a lady’s parlor you can set in there.”
Amara replied, “I’ll set on the porch.”
Jacob took her hand, “Come on I’m sure they got a place inside.”
Jim exclaimed, “Albert! He’s taking her inside!”
Albert replied, “I see that. We better go make sure there’s not trouble.”
Vivian saw the man with the Indian woman come in the door. She Jumped up from Earl’s lap and headed to the door. Greeting the woman she said, “Can I help you Mam?”
Jacob replied, “Do you have a lady’s parlor where my wife can wait for me?”
Vivian replied, “I’m Vivian. If you come with me I’ll show you a place.”
Jacob went to the bar and called, “I’ll have a Whiskey.”
A man demanded, “Wait, hold that drink bartender. Maybe you picked the wrong place to drink Mister. There’s a place down along the river. That’s where you should take that Indian woman.
Jacob replied, “I’ve heard tell.”
The man insisted, “Maybe that’s where you better go.”
Jacob called out, “Bartender I ain’t got my drink yet.”
The man explained, “Mister you don’t understand what I said. That bartender isn’t going to give you no drink.”
Jacob replied, “Maybe he is.”
The man insisted, “No he ain’t this place don’t serve nobody that walks in with no dirty Indian Squaw.”
With that Jacob took one swing knocking him back five feet, and out cold. Albert came in the door and yelled, “All right hold it! All right you men take Reigert out to the horse trough. Then drop him in and soak his head. As for the rest of you get about your business.”
Jacob complained, “Come on you busted up what could have been a man size fight.”
Albert insisted, “Well fights like that lead to killings. You’re a cool one Mister.”
Jacob explained, “You get that way in my profession.”
Albert asked, “Oh, what’s that?”
Jacob replied, “Army Scout I’m on my way to Fort Boise what’s yours.”
Albert replied, “I’m the Sheriff my name’s Albert.”
Jacob admitted, “Sheriff I noticed they paid you a heap of attention. I’m Jacob Shepard and proud to know you Sheriff. I want you to meet somebody. This here is Amara she’s my wife.”
Albert replied, “How do you do ma’am, Vivian.”
Jacob went on, “Amara and me been traveling quite a spell.”
Albert questioned, “Where’d you ride from.”
Jacob revealed, “We came down from Montana. I figured we’d stay over here in Dention if I can find a place. Amara’s been feeling poorly.”
Albert questioned, “How long do you figure on staying in Dention Jacob?”
Jacob replied, “Can’t rightly say Sheriff.”
Albert insisted, “You made trouble for yourself when you hit Mr. Reigert.”
Jacob replied, “That right.”
Albert explained, “It’ll bother him Jacob and he’ll be after you. I know you can’t make Fort Boise, so it might be better if you and your wife rode out to Lambert and stayed.”
Amara agreed, “There he’s right Jacob. We should go on right now we don’t want no trouble.”
Jacob insisted, “You’ve been riding enough the way you feel. Besides I got things to do.
Albert insisted, “Look Jacob I don’t want any trouble here.
Jacob replied, “I sure don’t aim to cause any now. How about joining me in a drink Sheriff I still got a glass of Rye coming.
Dention was real quiet for the next week until a drunken Cowboy tried to burn the town down. He’d lost a poker game with Ace at the Saloon.
Albert kept an eye on Otto Reigert, but the trouble He’d been expecting between him and Jacob Shepard seemed to blow over. James heard somewhere that Jacob had found a room for Amara and himself at the Widow Tulley’s place out at the edge of town. Albert didn’t see Jacob again except once when he drove the Widow’s Buckboard into town, and loaded it up with food and supplies. Then he drove back out.
Then one morning while James was cleaning up the office Jacob walked in. “Morning Sheriff.”
Albert replied, “Hello Jacob. I never did get a chance to pay you back for that drink you bought me.
Jacob replied, “The time will come Sheriff.”