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The California Express on the Southern Railway was due at Yellow Sky in twenty-one minutes. 2.1 There were six men at the bar of the "Weary Gentleman" saloon. 2.2 One was a drummer who talked a great deal and rapidly; three were Texans who did not care to talk at that time; and two were Mexican sheep-herders who did not talk as a general practice in the "Weary Gentleman" saloon. 2.3 The barkeepers dog lay on the board walk that crossed in front of the door. His head was on his paws, and he glanced drowsily here and there with the constant vigilance of a dog that is kicked on occasion. Across the sandy street were some vivid green grass plots, so wonderful in appearance amid the sands that burned near them in a blazing sun that they caused a doubt in the mind. 2.4 They exactly resembled the grass mats used to represent lawns on the stage. At the cooler end of the railway station a man without a coat sat in a tilted chair and smoked his pipe. The fresh-cut bank of the Rio Grande circled near the town, and there could be seen beyond it a great, plum-colored plain of mesquite. 2.5
Save for the busy drummer and his companions in the saloon, Yellow Sky was dozing. 2.6 The new-comer leaned gracefully upon the bar, and recited many tales with the confidence of a bard who has come upon a new field. 2.7
"and at the moment that the old man fell down stairs with the bureau in his arms, the old woman was coming up with two scuttles of coal, and, of course"
The drummers tale was interrupted by a young man who suddenly appeared in the open door. He cried: "Scratchy Wilsons drunk, and has turned loose with both hands." 2.8 The two Mexicans at once set down their glasses and faded out of the rear entrance of the saloon.
The drummer, innocent and jocular, answered: "All right, old man. Spose he has. 2.9 Come in and have a drink, anyhow." 2.10
But the information had made such an obvious cleft in every skull in the room that the drummer was obliged to see its importance. All had become instantly solemn. "Say," said he, mystified, "what is this?" His three companions made the introductory gesture of eloquent speech, but the young man at the door forestalled them.
"It means, my friend," he answered, as he came into the saloon, "that for the next two hours this town wont be a health resort."
The barkeeper went to the door and locked and barred it. Reaching out of the window, he pulled in heavy wooden shutters and barred them. 2.11 Immediately a solemn, chapel-like gloom was upon the place. The drummer was looking from one to another.
"But, say," he cried, "what is this, anyhow? You dont mean there is going to be a gun-fight?" 2.12
"Dont know whether therell be a fight or not," answered one man grimly. "But therell be some shootinsome good shootin."
The young man who had warned them waved his hand. "Oh, therell be a fight fast enough if anyone wants it. Anybody can get a fight out there in the street. Theres a fight just waiting." 2.13
The drummer seemed to be swayed between the interest of a foreigner and a perception of personal danger.
"What did you say his name was?" he asked.
"Scratchy Wilson," they answered in chorus.
"And will he kill anybody? What are you going to do? Does this happen often? Does he rampage around like this once a week or so? Can he break in that door?"
"No, he cant break down that door," replied the barkeeper. "Hes tried it three times. But when he comes youd better lay down on the floor, stranger. Hes dead sure to shoot at it, and a bullet may come through." 2.14
Thereafter the drummer kept a strict eye upon the door. The time had not yet been called for him to hug the floor, but, as a minor precaution, he sidled near to the wall. "Will he kill anybody?" he said again.
The men laughed low and scornfully at the question. 2.15
"Hes out to shoot, and hes out for trouble. Dont see any good in experimentin with him."
"But what do you do in a case like this? What do you do?" 2.16
A man responded: "Why, he and Jack Potter"
"But," in chorus, the other men interrupted, "Jack Potters in San Anton."
"Well, who is he? Whats he got to do with it?"
"Oh, hes the town marshal. He goes out and fights Scratchy when he gets on one of these tears."
"Wow," said the drummer, mopping his brow. "Nice job hes got." 2.17
The voices had toned away to mere whisperings. The drummer wished to ask further questions which were born of an increasing anxiety and bewilderment; but when he attempted them, the men merely looked at him in irritation and motioned him to remain silent. A tense waiting hush was upon them. In the deep shadows of the room their eyes shone as they listened for sounds from the street. One man made three gestures at the barkeeper, and the latter, moving like a ghost, handed him a glass and a bottle. 2.18 The man poured a full glass of whisky, and set down the bottle noiselessly. He gulped the whisky in a swallow, and turned again toward the door in immovable silence. The drummer saw that the barkeeper, without a sound, had taken a Winchester from beneath the bar. Later he saw this individual beckoning to him, so he tiptoed across the room.
"You better come with me back of the bar."
"No, thanks," said the drummer, perspiring. "Id rather be where I can make a break for the back door."
Whereupon the man of bottles made a kindly but peremptory gesture. The drummer obeyed it, and finding himself seated on a box with his head below the level of the bar, balm was laid upon his soul at sight of various zinc and copper fittings that bore a resemblance to armor-plate. 2.19 The barkeeper took a seat comfortably upon an adjacent box.
"You see," he whispered, "this here Scratchy Wilson is a wonder with a guna perfect wonderand when he goes on the war trail, we hunt our holesnaturally. Hes about the last one of the old gang that used to hang out along the river here. 2.20 Hes a terror when hes drunk. When hes sober hes all rightkind of simplewouldnt hurt a flynicest fellow in town. But when hes drunkwhoo!" 2.21
There were periods of stillness. 2.22 "I wish Jack Potter was back from San Anton," said the barkeeper. "He shot Wilson up once -- in the leg -- and he would sail in and pull out the kinks in this thing."
Presently they heard from a distance the sound of a shot, followed by three wild yowls. It instantly removed a bond from the men in the darkened saloon. 2.23 There was a shuffling of feet. They looked at each other. "Here he comes," they said.
2.1 Notice the shift in point-of-view. Potter and his bride have arrived in Yellow Sky, but we now shift to what is happening in the town shortly before they arrive.
2.2 The name of the saloon has symbolic significance. What does the name suggest?
2.3 A "drummer" is a traveling salesman. What does his presence in Yellow Sky suggest?
2.4 What are these "vivid green grass plots"? Why is this detail important?
2.5 Why is the "bank of the Rio Grande" described as being "fresh-cut"?
2.6 The town is personified here. What does the personification tell us?
2.7 What does the drummer's attitude suggest?
2.8 What does the name "Scratchy" suggest?
2.9 In what sense is the drummer "innocent"?
2.10 Notice the contradiction: the narrator refers to "a young man" who warns the people in the saloon, but the drummer calls him "old man." Why?
2.11 Notice how the reactions of the characters suggest that Scratchy Wilson's apparently gets drunk and violent frequently.
2.12 Why does the drummer react in this way? How would you describe his reaction?
2.13 Earlier, the town is described as "dozing." Is there a contradiction with the description of the town here?
2.14 Why do you think the town tolerates this behavior from Scratchy?
2.15 Why do you think the men laugh "low and scornfully" at the drummer's question?
2.16 What does the drummer's question suggest?
2.17 What does the drummer's "mopping his brown" tell us?
2.18 How does the description "moving like a ghost" relate to other ideas in the story?
2.19 What does "balm was laid upon his soul" mean? And notice the earlier reference to the "chapel-like gloom" of the saloon. How are these details related?
2.20 This detail is especially important. What does it tell us?
2.21 Why do you think the "nicest fellow in town" behaves so violently when he is drunk?
2.22 How might this statement have implications beyond its meaning in this passage?
2.23 Why would the sounds have this effect on the men in the saloon?
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