S.D. Butcher's pioneer history of Custer County - and short sketches of early days in Nebraska (1901) (14577042127)

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Title: S.D. Butcher's pioneer history of Custer County : and short sketches of early days in Nebraska
Year: 1901 (1900s)
Authors: Butcher, Solomon D. (Solomon Devore), 1856-1927
Subjects: Frontier and pioneer life
Publisher: Broken Bow, Neb. : (Merchants Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation



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his home. Yes, thats all right; but this man Penn has bin up to lots of mean-ness. He got inter a quarrel with some fellers one day and one of em laid ferhim with a gun, and fired two shots over his head jest to scare him. Whatdoes Penn do but u)) and fired straight at the feller, and would have killed himif it hadnt ben fer Penus bullet goin right inter the fellers gun barrel,where it lodged so tight he had ter have it bored out. Only a few days ago acouple of cowboys was in a little town up the line a few miles from BrokenBow, havin a little fun paintin the town, as the boys call it, and makinfellers dance by shootin at their feet, and other innocent amusements. Someof the citizens sent for Penn and he come up and shot em both from behinda house, never givin em the ghost of a show fer their lives. The cattle menwas so mad it would only needed some one to say, Come on boys, to had a^ang go down from the sand hills and wipe Anselmo oftn the map of the uni-verse and Penn along with it.
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AND SHORT SKETCHES OF EABLY DAYS IN NEBRASKA. 213 Its a wonder a man like that dont get killed. Yon bet hell get a dose some of these days. Id do it myself if I hada good chance. Do yon know him when yon see him? I would like to have yon point himout when we get to Broken Bow. Know him! Well I should think I did. The man that lives in Custercounty and dont know Charlie Penn must be a tenderfoot, sure. Hes mostlyalius at the depot when the trains gits in, seein if theres any fellers gittinoff theres a reward offered for, and Ill show him ter ye. As the train approached Ansley the young man settled back in his seatand prepared to enjoy his quid of tobacco. Shortly after the train pulled outof the last named station the little black-eyed man behind him tapped himon the shoulder and invited him to take a seat facing his own. Looking himsquare in the eye, the black-eyed man said: I take it from your conversation that you live in Custer county. Yep, replied the red-headed man; shifting his