To The Last Man
Old John Sprague launched into his narrative with evident zest.
"I hung round Greaves' store most of two days. An' I heerd a heap. Some of it was jest
plain ole men's gab, but I reckon I got the drift of things concernin' Grass Valley.
Yestiddy mornin' I was packin' my burros in Greaves' back yard, takin' my time carryin'
out supplies from the store. An' as last when I went in I seen a strange fellar was thar.
Strappin' young man--not so young, either--an' he had on buckskin. Hair black as my
burros, dark face, sharp eyes--you'd took him fer an Injun. He carried a rifle--one of them
new forty-fours--an' also somethin' wrapped in paper thet he seemed partickler careful
about. He wore a belt round his middle an' thar was a bowie-knife in it, carried like I've
seen scouts an' Injun fighters hev on the frontier in the 'seventies. That looked queer to
me, an' I reckon to the rest of the crowd thar. No one overlooked the big six-shooter he
packed Texas fashion. Wal, I didn't hev no idee this fellar was an Isbel until I heard
Greaves call him thet.
"'Isbel,' said Greaves, 'reckon your money's counterfeit hyar. I cain't sell you anythin'.'
"'Counterfeit? Not much,' spoke up the young fellar, an' he flipped some gold twenties on
the bar, where they rung like bells. 'Why not? Ain't this a store? I want a cinch strap.'
"Greaves looked particular sour thet mornin'. I'd been watchin' him fer two days. He
hedn't hed much sleep, fer I hed my bed back of the store, an' I heerd men come in the
night an' hev long confabs with him. Whatever was in the wind hedn't pleased him none.
An' I calkilated thet young Isbel wasn't a sight good fer Greaves' sore eyes, anyway. But
he paid no more attention to Isbel. Acted jest as if he hedn't heerd Isbel say he wanted a
"I stayed inside the store then. Thar was a lot of fellars I'd seen, an' some I knowed.
Couple of card games goin', an' drinkin', of course. I soon gathered thet the general
atmosphere wasn't friendly to Jean Isbel. He seen thet quick enough, but he didn't leave.
Between you an' me I sort of took a likin' to him. An' I sure watched him as close as I
could, not seemin' to, you know. Reckon they all did the same, only you couldn't see it. It
got jest about the same as if Isbel hedn't been in thar, only you knowed it wasn't really the
same. Thet was how I got the hunch the crowd was all sheepmen or their friends. The day
before I'd heerd a lot of talk about this young Isbel, an' what he'd come to Grass Valley
fer, an' what a bad hombre he was. An' when I seen him I was bound to admit he looked
"Wal, pretty soon in come two more fellars, an' I knowed both of them. You know them,
too, I'm sorry to say. Fer I'm comin' to facts now thet will shake you. The first fellar was
your father's Mexican foreman, Lorenzo, and the other was Simm Bruce. I reckon Bruce
wasn't drunk, but he'd sure been lookin' on red licker. When he seen Isbel darn me if he
didn't swell an' bustle all up like a mad ole turkey gobbler.