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"I'll give you two months before you're wiped off the map," the cattleman called after him angrily. At the edge of a heavy growth of brush Clanton pulled up, flashed a six-shooter, and dropped two bullets in the dust at the feet of the horses in the road. Then, with a wave of his hand, he laughed derisively and plunged into the chaparral.
"You're plenty right," said the big cattleman; "more 'specially when you lose. Son, you get up and light out for a hotel. You got a mighty bad cough. Had it long?" "Lungs," said McGuire comprehensively. "I got it. The croaker says I'll come to time for six months longer maybe a year if I hold my gait. I wanted to settle down and take care of myself.
You'll like Wishful. He's different." They strode down the street and stopped in at a saloon where the cattleman called for cigars. Bartley noticed that the proprietor of the place addressed the big cattleman as "Senator." "This here is a dry climate, and a cigar burns up right quick, if you don't moisten it a little," said the cattleman. "I 'most always moisten mine." Bartley grinned.
And by the irony of fate that one and only one leak in all the roof expanse of a big cave was directly over one end of our tiny ledge. The Cattleman laughed. "Reminds me of the old farmer and his kind friend," said he. "Kind friend hunts up the old farmer in the village. "'John, says he, 'I've bad news for you. Your barn has burned up. "'My Lord! says the farmer. "'But that ain't the worst.
"Now, take your friend and both of you hit the trail out of town," ordered the cattleman. Blair had by this time got to his feet and was leaning stupidly on a chair. His companion helped him from the room. At the door he turned and glared at Dingwell. "You're going to pay for this and pay big," he spat out, his voice shaking with rage. "Oh, that's all right," answered Dingwell easily.
"Here we are," said Zen, as she distinguished her father. "Gone lame on the off foot and held up for repairs." Y.D. swung down from his saddle. "Are you all right, Zen?" he cried, as he advanced with outstretched arms. There was an eagerness and a relief in his voice which would have surprised many who knew Y.D. only as a shrewd cattleman.
"'Whyever ain't I married? says you." The Old Cattleman repeated the question after me as he settled himself for one of our many "pow-wows," as he described them. "Looks like you've dealt me that conundrum before. Why ain't I wedded? The answer to that, son, is a long shot an' a limb in the way.
"Yes," said the Old Cattleman, as he took off his sombrero and contemplated the rattlesnake band which environed the crown, "cow- punchers is queer people. They needs a heap of watchin' an' herdin'. I knowed one by the name of Stevenson down on the Turkey Track, as merits plenty of lookin' after.
The Cattleman dropped down beside me a moment later. "I wish," said he in a low voice, "we could get that fellow talking. He is a queer one. Pretty well educated apparently. Claims to be writing a book of memoirs. Sometimes he will open up in good shape, and sometimes he will not. It does no good to ask him direct, and he is as shy as an old crow when you try to lead him up to a subject.
"All I've got to say is that I hope my boy will grow up to be as good a man as Dave Sanders," the cattleman finished, and he turned over to Graham a copy of the findings of the Pardon Board, of the pardon, and of the newspapers containing an account of the affair with a review of the causes that had led to the miscarriage of justice. "Now about your Jackpot Company.
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