Big Tits

That’s what he said…

But was that what he meant?

I looked at Woodrow and said, “What do you think? Do you want to hire him?”

Woodrow said, “Set here a minute Sammy, and I’ll tell you what we need done. See, Sammy, what Bill and I do is help the owners get a herd together. We do that by talking to folks who might be willing to let go of a bull, a cow or a yearling, this being February. Okay? Now we are up to about two hundred and eighty right now and we need three hundred or three and a quarter to hit the trail.”

I took over and started talkin’, “We will put you on, but you sit with us for a while so you don’t get in trouble, because there is going to be a fight over at that poker game in about ten minutes. Here is thirteen dollars advance on the work you will be doing, go give your ma ten after the fight and then get back here, with all your stuff for the trail to Denver. Okay?”

Watching cows will cause you to go nuts from boredom.

old horseIt is one of the worst pastimes in the world. They stink, they cry, they don’t stay put, they eat a ton every day and leave a mess where you keep them at night.

Then at night all the boys play cards and fight. That is what Woody wanted Sammy to see. Some of those boys in the stock yards were plain mean.

They accused a guy of cheating as soon as he had a pot worth stealing.

Woody, Sammy and I kept to ourselves and played cribbage. A simple card game between friends as we kept our eyes on the poker table, waiting for the fight to break out. We didn’t have to wait long. Shep was about 180 and wore his 44 low and tied down. He had an Arkansas toothpick between his shoulder blades. Some twenty dollars ahead and he’d taken some of the boys pretty good.

Sitting around wages was three dollars a week, so his twenty two dollars looked like about two months work. Once we got out on the trail, it paid better because they fed you too, and you did not have to pay for the boarding house.

If you were new to cattle the boss paid less than the three dollars.

“Do you win all the time? Got to tell the rest of us how to do that, Shep.” Bob Jackson complained.

“What the heck are you talking about, Bob? You just won a hand two hands ago. You won four dollars give or take if I remember right.” Shep reminded the hot headed cowpoke.

“I am darn tired of you and your luck, Shep.” Bob said.

“I play today to make up for what I lost yesterday. What’s the difference?” Shep said.

Shep laughed it off and raked in another small pot.

“Five card draw,” he said and started to deal.

saloonJackson stuck his razor up to Shep’s eye and said “Give it back, or go blind.”

Shep just was not expecting the razor so fast. “Wait a minute, Bob, were just having a friendly game here. No reason to worry. I don’t want to have any hard feelings, here let me give you the money. How much are you down?”

“Eight Dollars and forty five cents.”

Ernie hit Bob with an iron rod in the ear, and he screamed, “Bloody hell, I’ll kill you, Ernie!“

Ernie kicked him in the ribs and said, “You’re, fired, Bob! Now get the hell out of here.”

Shep shot Bob so quick that nobody saw it coming. Bob’s brother, Calvin, shot Shep a second later in the back of the head and the whole camp got up and ran for the bar.
Nobody wanted to talk to the sheriff.

Sheriff John and his deputy strolled in from the boardwalk, looked down at the first body on the sawdust floor and glanced around the room. Not a finger was itchin’ for a trigger, but they were all waitin’ for a chance. John leaned on the table between Woody and Sammy.

“Clarke, did you see shooting?”

“Yes, sir, we knew it was coming and the three of us just sat here playing crib, waiting for the hammer to fall,” I said.
We told him right down to the words spoken and the razor and the gun play.

The sheriff gave us a stare and then said, “Okay, get these boys buried and get your herd out of town. I don’t want to see you no more, understand me?”

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