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"I surely had to tell you this all out, didn't I?" said the cow-puncher, faintly, in his chair. "Oh!" said Molly again. "I have put it clear how it is," he pursued. "I ought to have seen from the start I was not the sort to keep you happy." "But," said Molly "but I you ought please try to keep me happy!" And sinking by his chair, she hid her face on his knees.
"It's the chief of the hairy tribe," said Phonograph Davis. "But it's stone dead, now, boys." "Don't you believe it," demurred Dry-Creek. "It's only 'possumin'. It's the dreaded Highgollacum fantod from the forest. There's only one way to destroy its life." He led forward Old Taller, the 240-pound cow-puncher.
"Seein' hell," said Lin, "and there's more of it above ground than I thought." "What'll we do?" Honey inquired. "Have to walk for a job a good-payin' job," responded the hopeful cow-puncher. And he and Honey went to town. Lin found a job in twenty-five minutes, becoming assistant to the apothecary in Mesa. Established at the drug-store, he made up the simpler prescriptions.
Grief over losin' the best will not stop him from searchin' for a second best after a while. He wants a home, and he has got a right to one, says I to Miss Jessamine. 'You have not walled up Lin McLean, I says to her. Wait, Lin, wait. Yus needn't to tell me that's a lie. I know a man thinks he's walled up for a while." "She could have told you it was a lie," said the cow-puncher. "She did not.
You wouldn't give a damn if I never got nothin' to eat!" The door banged viciously cutting off a reply in a woman's voice, and a man strode across the porch, and snatched up the reins of the waiting horse. "What's the matter, Johnson, your suspenders galdin' you this mornin'?" The man scowled into the face of the cow-puncher who sat regarding him with an irritating grin.
"I feel like an honester man." "Perhaps I can do something to-night at Mrs. Taylor's," she said, looking at her paper. On it were a few words crossed out. This was all she had to show. At this set task in letter-writing, the cow-puncher had greatly excelled the schoolmarm! But that night, while he lay quite fast asleep in his bed, she was keeping vigil in her room at Mrs. Taylor's.
And the future always to be a cow-puncher? There was his knack for drawing; if he could study and practice, perhaps even the Little Doctor would not dare call him ignorant then.
It was something tangible upon which to pour profanity, however, and the atmosphere grew sulphurous in the vicinity of the blacksmith shop and remained so for several minutes, after which a tall, irate cow-puncher with his hat pulled low over angry eyes left the shop and strode up the path to the deserted bunk house.
"Here, put this under your head," said Jack, stripping off his jacket hastily, and throwing it within, "I'll tell Coyote Pete about your accident, and we can get remedies from the packs." But when Jack turned, only Ralph and Walt stood beside him. The sturdy cow-puncher had vanished. "He's gone to get the glasses," explained Walt.
Wooden Shoes, whenever chance had brought them together in the last two or three years, was ever urging Rowdy to come over and unroll his soogans in the Cross L bed-tent, and promising the best string in the outfit to ride besides other things alluring to a cow-puncher.
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