In Cowboy Land. 417 



*" I want justice,' says I. 

 " ' What kind of justice do you want ? ' says he. ' What 's 

 It lor t 



" ' It 's for stealin' a horse,' says I. 



•' ' Then by God you '11 git it,' says he. ' Who stole 

 the horse ? ' says he. 



" ' It is a man that lives in a 'dobe house, just outside 

 the town there,' says I. 



" ' Well, where do you come from yourself?' said he. 



" ' From Medory,' said I. 



" With that he lost interest and settled kind o' back, 

 and says he, ' There wont no Cedartown jury hang a Cedar- 

 town man for stealin' a Medory man's horse,' said he. 



" ' Well, what am I to do about my horse ? ' says I. 



" ' Do ? ' says he ; ' well, you know where the man lives, 

 don't you ? ' says he ; ' then sit up outside his house to- 

 night and shoot him when he comes in,' says he, ' and 

 skip out with the horse.' 



" 'All right,' says I, ' that is what I '11 do,' and I walked 

 off. 



" So I went off to his house and I laid down behind 



some sage-brushes to wait for him. He was not at home, 



but I could sec his wife movin' about inside now and then, 



and I waited and waited, and it growed darker, and I 



begun to say to myself, ' Now here you are lyin' out to shoot 



this man when he comes home ; and it 's gettin' dark, 



and you don't know him, and if you do shoot the next 



man that comes into that house, like as not it won't be the 



fellow you 're after at all, but some perfectly innocent 



man a-comin' there after the other man's wife ! ' 

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