The Honkeytonkers

There are places west of the Missouri where gambling stakes are rather high This is particularly true when the wager depends on a man's life Frontier gentlemen here with an Englishman's account of life and death in the West as A reporter for the London Times he writes his colorful and unusual stories But as a man with a gun he lives and becomes a part of the violent years in the new territories

Now, starring John Dainer, this is the story of J.B. Kendall, frontier gentleman. I had stayed in Montana territory hoping for an interview with Sitting Bull, or even Crazy Horse.

The General Crooks attacked across the Tung River but an end of that hole by at least for the time being. And so, with a full-fledged Indian war exploding around me, I had no choice but to remain where I was.

The settlement with a normal population of perhaps a hundred had swollen to four times that number. The saloonkeeper, gambler and others were doing a thriving business, and the most popular spot in town was undoubtedly a place bearing the rather...

Oh, Sanguinary legend, jug of blood. It was what is known as a hunky-tongue. I was passing outside when the trouble began. The doors flew open and half a dozen sprawling men erupted in the street, and sheer self-defense I became a competent...

My game fellow, I have a nice idea! Yeah! It's only good! Yeah! Oh, just some no good son of a gun was cheap to poke her. And no good son of a gun. Really? Yeah.

One of those? How should I know I wasn't playing? I just heard it all. You know if there's anything I hate it, no good cheating. Son of a gun. Yes. Bad form. I don't blame you.