AN EXILE FROM "GOD'S COUNTRY"
hears any hint of what is spoke of I've a notion he'll go plumb mad and bring Mr. Weekes' career to a prematoor close,—whether with justice or without I ain't just now inclined to state. There are times when the worst views of human natur' come natural, and therefore I'll wander over to the drug store and get Bailey to quote me a price in pills."
The next day I rode to Snyder, Scurry County, and stayed a week with Chapman, who kept the Snyder Saloon, and I missed the newer developments of the Habersham story. But I came in for the conclusion at any rate, for I met Sibley Ranger riding out when I came within ten miles of Painted Rock on my way back.
"Howdy?" said Sibley, and I replied "Howdy?" with all the cordiality of the prairie. He pulled up close to me, and our horses put their noses together.
"There's goin' to be trouble over to Painted Rock," said Sibley Ranger.
"What trouble?" I asked.
"About Mis' Habersham and Sam Weekes.
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