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Nevertheless, she had gaily laid a wager with Grace that she would, in less than the allotted two-months of her stay, bedeck her belt with the scalp of every cowpuncher within a radius of ten miles from the C Bar. And when, as the day of their departure for the West approached, Miss Carter realized that Mrs.
The number on it was known throughout the mountain-desert, and seeing it, the worst of Dan's enemies stammered, gaped, and could not speak. There were more impartial men who could. In five minutes the trial of Whistling Dan was under way. The jury was every cowpuncher present. The judge was public opinion.
And then I seemed to see my own self like I was Curly, a bow-legged cowpuncher offen the range, with no use for him in the world but just to get things mixed up, like I had. And Old Man Wright that used to be our sher'f and the captain of the round-up, and the best cowman in Wyoming what had come to him here at this place? I turned around to look back.
A Mexican lad, half asleep, was herding them. Immediately a devouring curiosity took hold of the cowpuncher. He wanted to see the brand on those cattle. It struck him that the shortest way was the quickest. He borrowed the field-glasses of Pasquale. As he lowered the glasses after looking through them, Yeager laughed. "Funny how things come out.
"What d'you think you're doing, fellow?" The cowpuncher sat down on a feed-rack and laughed till he was weak. "Drinks are on me, son," he gasped at last. "I 'most fed you to my hawss." "Mebbe you think because I ain't as big as a house you can sit there an' laugh at me. I'll have you know you can't," the boy snapped. "Fellow, I'm not laughin' at you. Napoleon was a runt, I've heard tell.
The cowpuncher nodded, lighted his cigarette, and picking the bottle up by the neck, poured a few drops into his glass. "Pretty bad pile-up," persisted the bartender as he measured out his own drink. "Two or three of the train crew got busted up pretty bad. They say "Aw, choke off! What the hell do I care what they say? Nor how bad the train crew got busted up, nor how bad they didn't?"
Dale was determined to murder all of them; it was to be a fight to a finish that grim killing of an entire outfit, which, in the idiomatic phraseology of the cowpuncher, is called a "clean-up." Sanderson was aware of the disadvantage which must be faced, but there was no indication of fear or excitement in his manner.
No outward symbol of the desert clung to his person except the moments of the far vision of distances in his eyes. Superficially, on the Avenue he would have been taken for one of his caste. But tossing a cowpuncher hat out of a window into Broadway was easier than tossing a thing out of mind. He sat up nights to write to Mary.
It was a reasonable guess to suppose that he had come face to face with the raiders, who had shot him on the theory that dead men tell no tales. But the cowpuncher had lived till his friends reached him. He had told them with his dying breath that Mysterious Pete had shot him without a word of warning and that after he fell from his horse Peg-Leg Warren rode up and fired into his body.
Terror froze him for what seemed a long moment under the swing of the rope, in reality his side-leap was swift as the bound of the wild cat and the curse of the unlucky cowpuncher roared in his ear. Alcatraz shot away like a thrown stone.
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