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Title: Gun play
Author: Michael J. Phillips
Release date: July 29, 2024 [eBook #74150]
Language: English
Original publication: New York: The Consolidated Magazines Corporation, 1925
Credits: Roger Frank and Sue Clark
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GUN PLAY
By Michael J. Phillips
Wherein a nickel-plated bad-man runs up against a chap of
the blue-steel variety, and powder is burned.
“Yip! Yip-yip-yip yoo--ooo!”
The thick-shouldered counter man, who looked as though he might have
been a bartender once, raised his head with a smile meant to placate and
excuse. He nodded toward the flyspecked window.
“That there’s young Chihuahua Pete,” he explained, mopping the barlike
lunch counter. “With a coupla shots o’ hootch under his belt! Just don’t
mind him. He’s all right unless somebody steps on his toes.”
The five or six men sitting on the tall stools, eating a hasty midday
lunch while the stage driver changed a tire, turned curiously at the
yells and the explanation. They saw a pinto horse, irregularly patched
with brown and white, coming out of the sagebrush and greasewood to the
southward at a dead run. A “warbag,” in which the cowboy carries his
personal belongings when he changes jobs, bounced wildly on either side.
There was a rifle in the boot under the rider’s left leg.
The rider was tall, young and cone-hatted. A purple silk handkerchief
was knotted at the back of his neck. The free corners fluttered under
his chin above a red shirt which was blocked off with black lines. He
wore a vest, without which a cowpuncher considers himself only half
clad, but no coat. His chaps of cowhide were luxuriantly covered with
black hair.
The spotted horse did his best. Nevertheless the driver beat him right
and left and fore and aft with a quirt. Supple-wristed, he swung it
viciously. The pinto, pink nostrils stretched wide, swooped like a
swallow over the railroad track a few yards in front of the Last Chance.
“Suppose some one steps on his toes?” queried a traveling man in a
derby.
“He’s a shootin’ fool,” returned the waiter, with a final sweep across
the counter. He spoke in an undertone, for the wild rider, with a final
“Yip-yip-yip!’ pulled his horse to a stop in a cloud of dust at the
door. “Killed two men the last three years. Got off on
self-_dee_-fense.”
“Whee-ee-ee!” The rider stepped down lightly as a dancer, dropped the
reins over the panting pinto’s head, and walked to the open door. His
black boots were absurdly small and high-heeled. He was pigeon-toed and
bow-legged. He strutted slouchily. A cartridge-belt, filled to the last
loop, encircled his slim waist and sagged to the holster on his right
thigh.
The holster held a nickeled, bone-handled, frontier-type revolver, its
curving hammer gleaming in the sunlight. The gun was of heavy caliber.
Here was a Westerner who took no stock in the automatic, apparently.
* * * * *
He leaned against the door-jamb for a moment, surveying the party
within--a handsome youth, but with a thin-lipped mouth given too readily
to sneering. His eye, the cool, keen gray eye of the killer, never
opened very widely, turned but little, yet saw everything.
“Hello, Sam, yo’ old polecat!” he greeted the man behind the counter.
“Rustle me a quart of moonshine. And good stuff, too, or I’ll come back
and brand yo’.”
Sam Turner smiled nervously. Everybody in Rodeo and vicinity knew the
lunch-counter as only a mask for his real occupation, which was selling
bootleg stuff. But he hated having it bellowed to the world. Even one of
the harmless-looking gang in front of him might be a dry agent. His
reply was intended to turn the subject.
“Hello, Pete. You leavin’ the Bar-X?”
The cowpuncher grinned. “Leavin’ ’em flat. McCaleb got gabby because I
take a drink, the--” His profanity was more impressive because it was
low-voiced and drawled. “I beat him up with my six-gun and come away.”
He strolled along the line of stools. At the lower end on the last stool
sat a mild-appearing little man of perhaps fifty. He wore olive-drab
cotton clothes, belted jacket and trousers, and a floppy-brimmed, homely
brown canvas hat. His eyes were protected by sun-glasses.
“Come on, you sawed-off, climb down,” commanded the youth.
“Who, me?” queried the little man. “Why should I?”
“Because I tell you to,” retorted Chihuahua, a nasty smile on his lips,
a scowl on his brow. “I admire to set down on that stool. I’m tired o’
standin’.”
The other smiled amiably. “Aw, forget it,” he advised.
As he took his empty cup from his lips, Chihuahua Pete, still with the
sneering, contemptuous grin on his face, laid an ungentle hand on the
collar of the ill-fitting coat. He jerked backward. The little man’s
hands flew up wildly. His coffee-cup clattered inside the counter and
crashed on the floor. His feet thumped on the rough pine boards. The
stool tipped over. The olive-drab shoulders jolted against the wooden
wall of the Last Chance.
“My, my, I have an awful time teachin’ yo’ manners,” observed Pete, evil
in his sleepy gray eyes. “When you see a gentleman come in, you better
offer him your chair, next time, stranger.” He righted the stool, drew
it to the counter, and sat down. “Come on, you Sam. Let’s have a egg
sandwich and some coffee. I’m a wild wolf from Battle Mountain. And this
is my day to howl.”
The little man did not seem annoyed, or even fussed. He sauntered
forward, smiling a little, and took his place at the end of the counter,
near Chihuahua’s right hand. He rested his arms comfortably on the oak.
“Don’t mention it,” he said cheerfully.
“I was through, anyway.”
The cowpuncher searched his face swiftly for evidences of insolence, and
seemed to find none. “That’s the idee, tenderfoot,” he patronized. “When
yo’ come to a he-man’s country, you better keep yo’ place. And dodge
trouble!”
* * * * *
The others were silent. It was evident to all of them that the lank
young puncher was a bad one, inflamed by poisonous liquor, potentially
as dangerous as a rattlesnake. He showed a characteristic of one type of
half-drunken man--a bitter and unreasoning dislike of an utter stranger.
A still tongue: that was it. The same thought was in every mind. They
must truckle to this deadly young bully, truckle and grovel, to get away
from Rodeo without a tragedy. He was ripe for murder.
“Uh-huh,” agreed the little man. He surveyed Chihuahua through his amber
glasses. “Yes; I try to keep my place. But I don’t like anyone to shove
me out of it.”
“For God’s sake, Henry--” began another speaker, a larger one, at Pete’s
left hand. His clothing was like the little man’s, except that he wore
an army campaign hat instead of the ugly brown canvas.
Chihuahua Pete laid down his knife and fork. A sort of unbelieving
jubilation in his manner and his repressed voice, he ignored the man
sitting beside him and spoke to the smaller one:
“Say, you little runt, you meanin’ to hint anything?”
“Not hinting--trying to tell you,” was the good-natured reply. “So
you’re a bad wolf, are you? And you’re Chihuahua Pete. I suppose they
call you that because you skipped to Chihuahua to dodge the draft--hey,
Peter! Keep your hand on the counter!”
There was a surprising change in the tone of the last sentence, a
whip-like bite of command in it. Chihuahua’s right hand twitched
involuntarily, and came up again.
“I don’t know what your game is, Henry,” said the other khaki-clad man,
“but I’m playing it.” He tapped the counter gently with a black, squat,
ugly-looking automatic. “Don’t reach for that gun again, kid, or I’ll
blow your ribs out.”
Chihuahua Pete gave him a quick, sidewise look and again turned his
attention to the little man, standing almost at his elbow. His face was
a trifle pale. Sam and the travelers were immovable and tense.
“Thanks, Ed,” returned the little man placidly. “My game’s to teach this
young bully some manners. He demonstrated on me just now. Turn about’s
fair play.
“Now, you Chihuahua, I understand you’re a killer--shot a couple of men
in the back awhile ago, or something like that. You’re all set to pick a
fuss with me and drop me. Well, you get your chance. But so will I.
Guess we better have that revolver off you while I make my proposition.
That’s fair, isn’t it?” He appealed to the others.
A border booze-peddler has his failings, but a yellow streak is not one
of them. Sam spoke up promptly: “Fair enough, stranger. No snap-shootin’
in this place while I’m runnin’ it.” He lumbered round the end of the
counter, brushed by the little man and approached Chihuahua. “Pete, I’ll
just take your gun.” The cowpuncher sullenly permitted him to withdraw
the pearl-handled weapon. The larger khaki-clad man, without waiting to
be asked, surrendered his automatic.
“All right,” announced Sam, disposing of the weapons under the counter.
“Now, stranger, what you got on your mind?”
“Well, our young friend seems to have his fighting-clothes on today. He
wants to hear some popping. I'm willing to oblige, so long as two pop,
and not one.” He turned to Pete, who sat immovable, hatred in his narrow
eyes.
“I see you have a rifle on your saddle. I happen to have one with me.
You take your gun and get down behind that log I saw out here by the
road as we came up. That gives you an advantage. I’ll lie out in the
open a couple hundred yards away, say.
“When these boys give the word, we shoot. Start advancing whenever you
feel like it. We keep on shooting till one has enough, or”--he shrugged
his shoulders--“somebody gets hurt.”
“For God’s sake, Henry!” burst out the larger khaki-clad man. “That’s
murder! Think of your family.”
“He started thinkin’ too late!” gritted the cowpuncher, sliding off his
stool. He confronted Henry balefully for a moment. “Go get your gun, you
little-- You’ve bought somethin’! I aint killed a jackrabbit this week
yet. But here’s where I start.”
“Just a minute,” interposed Sam. “This play is on your own deal,
stranger. But you ought to know what you’re up against. Pete’s a good
rifle shot. He won the turkey-shoot over to Escandero last Christmas.
You should be behind that log, not him. Or we’ll dig up another one for
you.”
The little man was so ineffective, so insignificant-looking, so--so
puttery, that they felt sorry for him. There was a chorus of assent from
the travelers. He thanked them with a smile, then turned and led the way
to the door.
“Oh, I’ll worry along with old Betsey,” he said cheerfully. “A log’s
such a nuisance to carry when you start to run!”
* * * * *
Rodeo, smelling the trouble somehow, walked en masse up the
railroad-track with the travelers. The town, looking for all the world
like a movie-set, with its short line of one-story, false-fronted frame
buildings, was left alone. The spectators took station midway between
the antagonists, and perhaps fifty yards off the line of fire. The
roadbed was somewhat above the general level, and they could see
clearly.
Chihuahua Pete rested on one elbow behind the center of a fire-blackened
log. The log was thick and substantial-looking. The little man,
seemingly smaller and more helpless than ever, sprawled on the open
sand. His coat was off; it lay beside him, a heap of cartridges in clips
of five, upon it. His left arm was in the sling of his rifle. Both men
watched the group on the railroad, for a signal from Sam was to start
the battle.
“Say, this aint legal!” declared the derby-hatted drummer to Ed, the
smaller man’s friend. “Why, this is duelin', contrary to the laws of
these here United States! Yes sir! Why don’t you do something about it?
Why don’t you stop it? What did you let him goad this drunken cowpuncher
for?”
Ed turned a bitter eye on him. “Do something?” he echoed. “Say, I’ve
been trying to do something with that little worm for forty years! He
jumps from one trouble to another like a mountain-goat! Always jumps out
again, though; I’ll say that for him.” This in grudging afterthought.
The traveling man clawed his sleeve. “But this is murder!” he protested.
“He hasn’t got a chance. This cowboy’ll stiffen him, first shot.”
Poor little Henry did seem pitifully exposed. From where they stood, he
was clearly outlined in the bare sand. Ed grunted.
“The only way this bad man can hit him is shoot straight up in the air,”
Ed explained impatiently. “Henry’s protected. There’s thirty inches of
sand in front of his head. That isn’t what bothers me: I want to know
what that little devil’s going to do. I’m worrying about the other guy.”
“Protected?” The traveling man squinted against the white, glaring light
of sun on sand. “Say, he does seem to be behind a little riffle, at
that. But thirty inches--gosh! That isn’t much.”
“He’ll keep on fussing till he gets into a proper jam, sometime,” went
on the gloomy Ed, following his own train of thought. “You can’t get
away with funny-business forever. What’s that? Aw, thirty inches is
plenty. This crazy man’s gun only shoots through fourteen.”
“Oh,” said the traveling man, opening his eyes. And “Oh,” he said again,
in enlightenment. “He knows, hey? That’s the reason he looked at the
cowboy’s gun and ca’tridges, was it?”
“Sure,” replied Ed, in scorn at the obviousness of the question. He
returned to the puncher’s original remark. “Do something with Henry?
Say, you don’t know what you’re talking about! He’s as stubborn as a
mule. You’d think being turned down by three examining boards’d be
enough for anybody. Now, wouldn’t you--at his age? But no sir--”
“Ready?” roared Sam, and raised his arm.
* * * * *
A hurrying series of reports rolled out over the desert wastes. The
cowboy’s gun spoke with the signal from the railroad track. The rifle
was over the log; he worked it savagely. The spectators shuddered. It
looked like certain death for Henry. Bullets kicked up the sand in front
of his nose and to either side of him, and went tearing off down-country
with the urgent whine of the ricochet. Ed chuckled.
“See?” he said gleefully to the traveling man. “Notice twigs falling
from that dark-green bush about twenty yards in front of Henry? Thought
he’d do something like that. He’s lined up behind it so this Chihuahua
can’t see him at all. Has to feel for him.”
“But he can’t see either, can he?” protested the traveler, mopping the
sweatband of his derby.
“You bet he can see! He’s low--under the branches. Now watch!”
Chihuahua’s gun was empty. He started to reload, after a swift glance in
the enemy’s direction. There was a flat, brisk report from the little
man’s rifle. The watchers saw the bullet raise a spray of sand in front
of the log. Then the hoarse note of a ricochet, as though there were a
frog in the throat of the bullet.
“Cripes!” ejaculated Sam. “She went through!”
“Of course,” retorted Ed. “Anyone could see that log was only a shell.”
The cowpuncher was flurried. A burst of splinters on his side of the log
and a few feet from him, made him unsteady. The long magazine of his
sporting-rifle was only half-filled. But he threw the gun across the log
and fired again, rapidly, frantically. This time, the onlookers noted,
his aim was poor. The sand fountained up a long way from where the
little man lay tucked in his hollow.
Again the quicker, sharper report of Henry’s rifle--the long, splitting
after-crack as the air closed behind the hurrying bullet, a dull
interruption, and the ricochet in diminishing crescendo. Another report,
and another, and another at intervals reasonably close, but unhurried.
“The son-of-a-gun!” crowed the admiring bootlegger. “See what he’s
doin’? He’s pushin’ Chihuahua right out from behind that log!”
They looked, slack-jawed and swaying in their intensity, and saw that it
was true. Henry’s first shot pierced the outer end of Chihuahua Pete’s
barrier, well beyond his left elbow. But with each succeeding report the
bullets crept closer, until splinters showered the puncher.
Busy as he was reloading, he gave ground. When he tried to take aim over
the log, a bullet nudged him. He shifted a little, sidewise, wriggling
his body on his elbows, and brought the barrel down again. The log
ripped wickedly beside his sleeve. He hunched again. And again the
remorseless Henry drove him over.
The last move thrust his right leg out from the shelter. There was a
report from the Springfield, a gout of sand from just under the
cowpuncher’s boot, apparently, and a yell from the puncher himself. He
crawled to his feet, bringing his rifle up with him. He aimed
half-heartedly at Henry, threw the gun down in fright, and ran away. He
limped as he ran. Though that, of course, might have been due to his
boots hurting him.
* * * * *
He fled directly to the rear, toward a friendly rise of ground. He was
accompanied, shepherded and steered by the offerings of Henry.
_Crr-ack_--and a bullet struck close beside him on the right.
_Crr-ack_--and another threatened his toenails on the left. So it went,
right and left, right and left, until the ridge intervened, and he flung
himself headlong to safety.
A rush of cheering, babbling spectators engulfed the little man, who
stood up to brush the sand off his clothes and put the remainder of his
ammunition in the pockets of his ill-fitting jacket.
Ed’s long legs brought him quickly. He grabbed his friend by the
shoulder and shook him, half in fondness and half in vexation. “Henry,”
he said, “Henry, you damned little scoundrel!”
Henry’s face was alight with a big idea. “Say, Ed, I’m going to ask the
N. R. A. to stage a moving-target thing at Perry next year--you know, a
silhouette on a sledge going off down the range away from you. It’s
bully sport. Keeps you busy raising her for increasing distance.”
“Say, _hombre_, you sure can shoot!” panted Sam, thrusting out a beefy
hand.
“Of course he can shoot,” agreed Ed, impatience merely a cloak to his
pride. “He was instructor in rifle-practice during the war. And he’s
just won the Governor’s Trophy at the State Rifle Association matches
over at Mineral Springs.”
Henry’s face fell. “Shoot, nothing!” he denied. “See the first one? Say,
it hit the ground a foot this side of that log--yes sir, a foot! I was
afraid to let myself out after that. Might have hurt that cowboy if I
did.”
“Maybe it’s the gun, Henry,” suggested Ed thoughtfully. They were
oblivious now to the milling spectators.
“Well, maybe it is,” said Henry pensively. “I got an unaccountable in
the National Individual--and a couple of threes in the Palma tryouts
that looked all right when they left. Maybe old Betsey’s gone, at last.”
He smoothed the stock of the squat brown rifle caressingly.
“Say, mister,” began the derby-hatted traveling man, elbowing his way
forward, “you’re a professional, aint you? You give exhibitions around
the country, don’t you?”
“Hell, no,” replied the little man. “I run a grocery-store in Palmdale.
And my friend here’s a banker. Say, you ought to see him shoot! He’s the
boy that--”
“Aw, shut up,” interrupted Ed, dragging Henry off toward the stage. The
driver was honking impatiently.
“I don’t get it,” complained the derby-hatted one, falling into step
with Sam. “He says he aint a profesh. A grocer, and shootin’ like that!
An amateur!”
“Ayah,” replied Sam, wiping the sweat off his fat red forehead with a
once-clean apron. “I’ve seen ’em, them kind o’ birds, froggin’ around,
shootin’ at paper targets out in the cactus. And I laughed at ’em for
crazy fools. But I don’t laugh no more, _hombre_.”
He looked after the pair ahead with a sort of proprietory pride. “Just
ordinary citizens, but it shows what kind o’ people us Americans are. Is
it any wonder we won that damn’ war?”
[Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the January 25 issue of Blue
Book Magazine.]
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