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It required more patience and dexterity to hobble her. "Pard, this little bay is fer your gurl, huh?" queried Blinky, leaning in his saddle. "You guessed right, Blink," answered Pan. "Little Bay! that's her name." "Wal, now you got thet off your chest s'pose you climb on your hoss an' look heah," added Blinky.
The very next day after Red swore out that warrant and it was yesterday, if you ask ME what is saw, when we men of Mangum comes out of our doors? Three corpses lying on the sidewalk, side by side. You say, what corpses? Wait. I'm coming to that. One was that driver; one was the pard that got shot with the driver. The other was Red Kimball his own self."
To which the grocer made answer as he turned to his task of dusting the shelves: "There's lots of work in Boyd City and lots of men to do it." The stranger had walked but a little way down the street when a voice close behind him said, "I'm erbliged ter ye for the feed, pard; reckon I'll shove erlong now."
The cap came loose, but as he raised the canteen and lifted his face with open parched lips he looked straight into the muzzle of the big forty-five and back of the gun into the steady eyes of the plainsman. "I'm sorry, pard, but you can't do it." For an instant the Irishman sat as if suddenly turned to stone.
"Lew, we must go eastward, over Bing Legget's way, to find the trail of the stolen horses." "Likely, an' it'll be a long, hard tramp." "Who's in Legget's gang now beside Old Horse, the Chippewa, an' his Shawnee pard, Wildfire? I don't know Bing; but I've seen some of his Injuns an' they remember me." "Never seen Legget but onct," replied Wetzel, "an' that time I shot half his face off.
"Hold right thar, pard," broke in the old man. "I don't want that persition, an' I won't take it. Appint some one else." "Pritchen, then," called out another. "I move for Pritchen." "Pritchen, Pritchen," came the response. "He'll do. He's the tongue for such things. Mount the bench, Bill." Since the night of the debate Pritchen appeared to be a changed man.
He's in his shirtsleeves, an' a satisfied smile wreathes his face. He shore looks plumb content! ""Get out of the kerriage an' come in, pard," he shouts to Granger. "Come on in a whole lot! I'd journey down thar an' get you, but I can't leave; I'm tendin' bar!"
"You'll have to take my word, that's all," replied Duane, sharply. "I ain't takin' your word! Savvy thet? An' I was Luke's pard!" With that Bosomer wheeled and, pushing his companions aside, he stamped into the saloon, where his voice broke out in a roar. Duane dismounted and threw his bridle. "Stranger, Bosomer is shore hot-headed," said the man Euchre.
Then he sat up and methodically replenished the fire, kicking the dying embers together until they blazed afresh. "Jim Bowley do sing mighty sweet," he said, in disparaging tones. "Like a crazy buzz-saw, I guess. S'pose them beasties is gettin' kind o' restless. Say, Nat, how goes the time? It must be night on ter your spell." Nat sat up and drew out a great silver watch. "Haf an hour yet, pard."
"Blinky, trapping these wild horses and handling them are two different things," remarked Pan thoughtfully. "Reckon I'll have to pass the buck to you." "Wal, pard, I'm shore there. We'll chase all the hosses into the big corral. Then we'll pick out one at a time, an' if we cain't rope him without scarin' the bunch too bad we'll chase him into the small corral." "Ah-uh! All right.
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