Last Chance Saloon

Lordsburg, NM

Cormac M. | Author | Lost in the chaparral, NM

Two Stars.

Came a time sooner than you might expect when the yelpers measured every thing in that town. Every place of business bore the mark of the yelpers. Fivepointed stars, their number correspondin with the verdict of those strange folk.

And for a time there was a kind of peace in those parts. The townsfolk and the yelpers agreein. Yes Mama Dulce had the prettiest whores. You couldn’t go wrong with old Mrs. Bull’s pie. Steer clear of the Last Chance Saloon.

But the yelpers weren’t satisfied. No more than a fox is satisfied with just the one hen. They kept at it. Measurin and reviewin everthing again and again. Debatin among their number the merit of this and of that. And soon there arose a elite cadre. The yelp elect. Lordin over all the others and the folk of Lordsburg. Never payin for a meal or a pleasure.

Then the Macabee boy found that mule dead down by the grange. They had yelped it to death. No one knew much what to make of that. Except farmer Macabee. He come into town carryin his Henry repeater and he went to each saloon in turn and he spoke his piece and soon he had with him a goodly posse. And they headed for the hills lookin for yelpers.