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and there was a reward on him of three thou 

 sand dollars 



&quot;Put on him by the State?&quot; 



&quot;No, put on by his wife,&quot; said my friend; 

 &quot;and there was this &quot; 



&quot;Hold on,&quot; I interrupted; &quot;put on by his 

 wife did you say?&quot; 



&quot;Yes, by his wife. Him and her had been 

 keepin a faro bank, you see, and they quar 

 reled about it, so she just put a reward on 

 him, and so &quot; 



&quot;Excuse me,&quot; I said, &quot;but do you mean to 

 say that this reward was put on publicly?&quot; to 

 which my friend answered, with an air of gen 

 tlemanly boredom at being interrupted to 

 gratify my thirst for irrelevant detail : 



&quot;Oh, no, not publicly. She just mentioned 

 it to six or eight intimate personal friends.&quot; 



&quot;Go on,&quot; I responded, somewhat overcome 

 by this instance of the primitive simplicity 

 with which New Mexican matrimonial dis 

 putes were managed, and he continued: 



&quot;Well, two men come ridin in to see me to 

 borrow my guns. My guns was Colt s self- 

 cockers. It was a new thing then, and they 

 was the only ones in town. These come to 

 me, and Simpson, says they, Sve want to bor 

 row your guns; we are goin to kill Fowler. 



