"'As I remarks, Easy Aaron ain't with us over long. Yellow City is
that much worse off than Wolfville that she has a little old 'doby
calaboose that's been built since the old Mexico days. Thar's no
shore-enough jedge an' jury ever comes to Yellow City; an' if the
kyards was so run that we has a captive which the Stranglers deems
beneath 'em, he would be drug 'way over yonder to some county seat.
It's but fair to say that no sech contretemps presents itse'f up to the
advent of Easy Aaron; an' while thar's now an' then a small
accoomulation of felons doorin' sech seasons as the boys is off on the
ranges or busy with the roundups, thar never fails to come a clean-up
in plenty of time. The Stranglers comes back; jestice resoomes her
sway, an' the calaboose is ag'in as empty as a church.

"'It befalls, however, that doorin' the four or five weeks to follow
the acquittal of that homicide Shoestring, an' while Waco Anderson an'
a quorum of the committee is away teeterin' about in their own affairs,
the calaboose gets filled up with two white men and either four or five
Mexicans--I can't say the last for shore, as I ain't got a good mem'ry
for Mexicans. These parties is held for divers malefactions from
shootin' up a Greaser dance-hall to stealin' a cow over on the
Honeymoon.

"'To his joy, Easy Aaron is reetained to defend this crim'nal herd.
It's shore pleasant to watch him! I never sees the sport who's that
proudly content. Easy Aaron visits these yere clients of his every
day; an' when he has time, he walks out onto the plains so far that
you-all can't hear his tones, an' rehearses the speeches he's aimin' to
make when he gets them cut-throats before a jury. We-all could see him
prancin' up an' down, tossin' his hands an' all in the most locoed way.
As I states, he's too far off to be heard none; but he's in plain view
from the front windows of the Burnt Boot, an' we-all finds them antics
plumb divertin.'

"'"These cases," says Easy Aaron to me, for he's that happy an'
enthoosiastic he's got to open up on some gent; "these cases is bound
to fix my fame as the modern Demosthenes. You knows how eloquent I am
about Shoestring? That won't be a marker to the oration I'll frame up
for these miscreants in the calaboose. For why? Shoestring's time I
ain't organised; also, I'm more or less shook by the late bullets
buzzin' an' hummin' like a passel of bloo-bottle flies about my office.
But now will be different. I'l