Ogallala Trail by David R Lewis

Author:David R Lewis
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: missouri, cowboys, old west, lawman, 1880s, gunfighter, boots and saddles, shootist, pistoleer, us marshall
Publisher: David R Lewis

I was plumb got, an’ had to grab aholt a myself to keep from hollerin’.

“Homer!” I said, tryin’ to keep my voice low, “what in the hell are you doin’ here?”

“Fixin’ to hobble my horse an’ throw my roll, boy,” he said. “I have been hurryin’ some an’ am fair tired.”

“How’d ya git here? How’d ya know where we was? How’d ya even know we’d come up this way?”

“Will ya shut up if’n I tell ya?” he asked me.

“Probably,” I tolt him.

“Lemme drop saddle an’ put on some hobbles,” he said, an’ went back into the dark.

I tossed on the last pine knot we had an’ put another cup on to heat for tea while he was gone. When he come back, he was carryin’ his roll an’ commenced to stompin’ around, flattenin’ some grass for a place to toss it.

“Bout a week ago,” he said, “I got a telegraph from your bride. Harmony said you had gone up to Ogallala to see a feller name a Cecil Man-Bear, an’ was on what she thought might be a trip a some danger. She asked if’n I might not come up an’ tag along. Here I am.”

“How did you git here so quick?”

“I turned Calico County over to my deputies, packed up my truck an’ possibles, rode over to Centralia, an’ got on a train. You heer’d a trains, I guess.”

“You come on a train?”

“Two of ‘em actually,” Homer said. “Took me an’ my horse a little over three days to git to Ogallala. Fella at the general store tolt me where to find Man-Bear, an’ he tolt me which way you was likely to come. I struck yer track in that tall grass real easy. Like follerin’ a team an’ wagon in the snow. All I had to do then was ketch ya. Got me a new horse last fall. He’s able.”

“How’s yer leg?”

“I’m doin’ all right with it.”

“How’s Miss Suzie?”

“Shinin’ like a polished apple,” Homer said.

“Royce Taylor an’ them all doin’ good, are they?”

“Right well,” he said, finishin’ his stompin’. He throwed his roll, brung his saddle, an’ set.

“Would ya care for some tea?” I asked him. “Water’s hot.”

Homer stretched out an’ grunted. “Maybe later, Rube,” he said, easin’ his hat over his eyes. “Good to see ya, boy.”

“Shore is good to see you too, Homer,” I said, but I doan think he heard me. He started up snorin’.

I drunk the tea. It tasted some better than it had.

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