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"'This yere fire rages for two months, an' burns up a billion dollars worth of mountains, I'm a coyote if some folks don't talk of lawin' me about it. "'That's a yarn which has the year-marks of trooth, but all the same it's deer as saves my life once, says Doc Peets, sorter trailin' in innocent-like when this Lyin' Jim gets through; 'leastwise their meat saves it.
"Followin' this yere collision of the classics between two sech scientists as Peets an' the Colonel, we-all can be considered as hangin' mighty anxious on what reply Doc Peets is goin' to make. But after some thought, Peets agrees with the Colonel.
Big or little loop, in the bresh or in the open, it's a cinch the Colonel fastens every time he throws his verbal rope. The fact he's after that a-way, is shore the Colonel's. Doc Peets informs me private that Colonel Sterett is the greatest artist, oral, of which his'try records the brand, an' you can go broke on Peets's knowin'. An' thar's other test'mony.
They sa'nters off down the trail, arm in arm like, conversin' in low tones so Peets an' me never does hear what they says. When they's in what they takes to be the c'rrect p'sition, they stops an' looks back at me an' Peets. Bill turns to Jim like he's sayin': "'Thar's them two short-horns ag'in. I wonders if they ever aims to pull their freight, or do they reckon they'll pitch camp right yere?"
"'Why, shore, says Peets, enterin' into the sperit of the hoax, an' deemin' it a splendid joke; 'be you-all the maverick who's on that quarter-section of mine? "'Which I'm Colonel Coyote Clubbs, says Coyote, bowin' low while his lips trembles, 'an' I'm at your service. "'Well, says Peets, 'it don't make much difference about your name, all you has to do is hit the trail.
"Doc Peets informs me once when we crosses up with some locoweed over by the Cow Springs, that thar's two or three breeds of this malignant vegetable. He writes down for me the scientific name of the sort we gets ag'inst. Thar she is." And my friend produced from some recess of a gigantic pocketbook a card whereon the learned Peets had written oxytropis Lamberti.
"The next day, we rounds up Doc Peets, an' he encourages us so that we concloods to return an' make a size-up of results. "'I shore hopes we finds Dave safe. says Dan Boggs. "'It's even money, says Jack Moore, 'that Dave pulls through. Dave's a mighty wary sport when worst comes to worst; an' as game as redhead ants.
To take to pawin' 'round for turmoil with Peets would be encroachin' onto the ediotic.
Leastwise, after I'm done prunin' you, thar won't be nothin' but these yere woman's saddles that you'll fit, an' no gent, be he white or be he Greaser, can work cattle from a side-saddle. An' Peets, hummin' a roundelay, cuts merrily into the wounded member." Tucson Jennie's Correction.
"'Don't upset your whiskey frettin' about the company, says Jack, a-plantin' of the infant on the bar, while we-alls crowds in for a look at him. `The camp'll play this hand; an' the company ain't goin' to be in it a little bit. "'I wish Enright an' Peets was yere, says Cherokee Hall, 'to be heard hereon; which I shore deems this a grave occasion.
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