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THE PERKINS JOURNAL PAGE FIVE \\; . and Pictures from the Good Old Days u Cannot Be My Friend. and His Too" NOTE- story of the life "Pistol Pete" Frank each week on the I Image of the Perkhls The publication of is an effort of Perkin's citizen and to ac- generation of the i from a by-gone era the ferry on the the boat was on The ferryman house after a drink he came when he As we ferried the river I asked was Jim Chil- it was and I took of buckskin and He looked at "So you are esse Thompson and of mine and the You: must stay all Take your pony after I tell into the house with lr his hand. I took tnd bridle off my him where he of grass without up in the brush. trappings up on those of Chil- the house. wife," said Jim, more marks before you leave Now we will go and talk." log in the shade asked me why I Shannon Camp- Thompson had put it on the my friend and d, "for he steals cattle and ponies. up across the and someone he drives River. ian meets the herd them up into sells them. The whole story, and the Fer- my father when years old, of the years I had spent since then lea- rning to shoot and waiting to get old enough to bring them to jus- tice. Now I was almost 16 years old and I was on the trail of the whole gang; I intended to clean them all out before I stopped. Jim Childers listened earnest- ly to my slory and when I had finished he said: "Big Jim Starr told me about you a long time ago, the time you went down to the Dog Creek council huse with Jesse Thompson for the council meeting, lie told me ab- out your shooting. If we had known about this we would have come after you and then they would not have stolen any more ponies from us. But now you come; we will help, and maybe we get all of them." I told him that all the help I wanted was to find them. I would do the ret .myself; I didn't want anything to happen to them now, until I got through with my job. Jim's wife had come out in time to hear my story. She went into the house and got her tat- too ink and a sharp piece of wood and began marking on the piece of buckskin. She took lots of pains to make the aarks just in a certain shape and position. After she had finished she ex- amined it closely from every an- gle, then handed it to me, saying, "You take it now and Jim will tell you in the morning." Thanking her, I put the buck- skin back in my gun belt and Jim and I sat and talked. Just before sundown two men came up and wanted to cross lhe ferry. I rode over with them and could tell that Jim did not like them. As soon as they led their ponies off the boat Jim took in his lines and set the boat to go back across the rover, while the two men mounted and rode away. After they were out of hearing Jim said, "They are bad Indians. They help ShannorL Campsey steal Ponies. I sure am glad you are going to kill him be: fore he gets a chance to steal any more ponies. You will get there day after tomorrow and then Shannon Campsey will stop stealing ponies for good." The next morning, as I was coili,g my rope, Jim's wife came out to where Jim and I were standing. She put a large corn pone and some fried bacon in my saddle pockets. "When you get to Reed and Palone's Camp," she said, "go to see Emitine Palone and tell her I am allright, for she is my sister. Show that totem to Andy leed and he will tell you to find Shan Campsey." I thanked her and, after sha- Mng hands with Jim, mounted and was on my way. Jim had told me all about the trails and how to reach Reed and Pahme's who were all living in the same camp. The next morning I arrived at the camp and was taken to Andy Reed's place. I showed him the buck- skin and told him what Jim and . his wife had said. He looked at the totem and then at me finally he saM; "You are too much of a boy yet to fight that bunch. I will take some of my men and go with you." "No," I protested, "lust tell me where he lives and how to get there and I will do the rest. I may be just a boy but I know how to fight such dirty skunks as they are." "Well," he said, "you stay and eat dinner and I will tell you all you want to know while we eat " After dinner I was getting ready to leave when I saw a small group of men on their po- nies and noticed they were all heavily armed. "Now see here," I cried, "this is my fight and I want to do it my way." "Thts all right," said Andy Reed, "these men are going to wait at the spring, on the other side of Shan Campsey's house. If .YOU get hurt they will take care .of you.. They won-'t fight till you get done fighting. So after you leave Shan's house go around the yard fence and takd the path to the spring, where we will be waiting for you." CONTINUED NEXT WEEK Veteran of The Old West Frank Eaton This Page Sponsored By: N. Baker Drygoods The Perkins Journal and Son Hardware Lee Kirk Ralph's Packing Co. Riley's Steak House Payne County Bank Cimarro,n Valley Auction Co. HERSHELL CROSS, AUCTIONEER J