We have all begged Faye to get out a warrant for the
man, but he says it would simply be a farce, that the sheriff would
pay no attention to it. The whole left side of Faye's face is badly
swollen and very painful, and the wound in his ankle compels him to
use a cane. Just how the man managed to shoot Faye in the ankle no one
seems to understand.
Granada must be a terrible place! The very afternoon Faye was there a
Mexican was murdered in the main street, but not the slightest
attention was paid to the shooting--everything went right on as though
it was an everyday occurrence. The few respectable people are afraid
even to try to keep order.
Dodge City used to be that way and there was a reign of terror in the
town, until finally the twelve organized vigilantes became desperate
and took affairs in their own hands. They notified six of the leading
desperadoes that they must be out of the place by a certain day and
hour. Four went, but two were defiant and remained. When the specified
hour had passed, twelve double-barreled shotguns were loaded with
buckshot, and in a body the vigilantes hunted these men down as they
would mad dogs and riddled each one through and through with the big
shot! It was an awful thing to do, but it seems to have been
absolutely necessary and the only way of establishing law and order.
Our friends at Fort Dodge tell us that the place is now quite decent,
and that a man can safely walk in the streets without pistols and a
belt full of cartridges.
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