ation, scared of being
found out childish. And I was surely panicky in a house--belonged
outdoors among horses.

So it happened that in them days, while I rode guard upon Miss Polly, no
man in Abilene could speak to her, or mention her name to me until I
give him leave. She got to be known as Sailor Jesse's kill, and any
person touching on my kill was apt to require a funeral.

It was the seventh day she married me. I know, because Bull, acting as
best man, claimed a kiss, which she gave him. "Bull," says she, "didn't
I bet you I'd marry Sailor Jesse within a week? You owe me twenty
dollars." I saw the joke was on me.

I'd been in a dream. Love had made the yellow prairie shine like gold,
that little prairie home a holy place, the woman in it something I'd
kneel and pray to. There'd be lil' small children soon for me to play
with, pride in earning food, the great big honor of guarding all of that
from harm.

I came to marriage pure as any bear, or wolf, or fox, expecting to find
my mate the same as me, getter and giver of life, true to the earth,
and fearless in doin' right.

Folks said I was young to marry at nineteen, but full nine years I'd
earned my living, fought my way, and done my share of making happiness.
I'd been served with a mouth full wide enough for laughin', a face which
made folks smile when I was sad, eyes to see fun, the heart to take a
joke if any offered, and when things hurt, I wasn't first to squeal. No:
as long as the joke was on me I done my best to take it like a man.

But suppose-- Well, I'd best explain that the English tenderfoot was at
our wedding breakfast, and gettin' encouraged, he put up his best prize
joke. He was all hoo, hoo, hoo at first, so funny he couldn't speak, the
fellows waitin' each with his grin gettin' stale, and Polly laughing
just to encourage him on. Then words got out which made the boys uneasy.
Jake Haffering the Bar T foreman, told the hog to shut up, while others
moved to get clear. I was sort of stupid, wanting the point explained,
couldn't believe it possible the joke was on my wife, although I'd rose
by then, with gun hand free. Then I saw, but the room seemed dark, and
the tenderfoot all indistinct, backing away, and reaching slovenly for
weapons, while my bullet smashed in his shoulder. It slued him around as
he dropped.

I could hear the flies in the window buzzing as I came to myself, seeing
the hot street outside, the yellow plains beyond.

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