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Likewise it was how them two fortunes, maybe fifty or ninety million or more between them when they got things cleaned up, was joined till death do them part. When them two old fellows got to pulling together something had to crack. We shore got a business now sever'l of 'em.
That's what's keepin' him an' yore folks an' sever'l others. Yore husband an' yore son is both out yan with him. Hit beats hell, ma'am, these new-fangled ways!" "So that's where they are? I wanted them to fetch me something to make a fire." "I kain't do that, ma'am. Mostly my squaws " "Your what? Do you mean to tell me you got squaws, you old heathen?" "Not many, ma'am only two.
Let's just take it easy till we see which way the cat has jumped we don't know much yet." "She she wouldn't kill herself?" says he sudden; and he got even whiter. "I don't think so," I says; "and I'll tell you why. I don't think she was thinking so much of dying when she said 'I am a woman. It was life!" He looked at me quiet. "She said that?" "Uh-huh! sever'l times.
"We know all about it, perhaps better than you do after he's told you all about it." Bridger looked at him, curious. "Well, anyhow, hit's over," said he. "One of the men had a Pawnee arrer in his laig. Reckon hit hurt. I know, fer I carried a Blackfoot arrerhead under my shoulder blade fer sever'l years. "But come on down and help me make these pilgrims set guards.
You see, Katherine kissed me right here in a soft spot on top of my old bald head." He rubs the place then. Bonnie Bell she kisses him there too for maybe sever'l million. After a while I sort of moved over toward the door, it seeming like it wasn't no place for me no more. "Where you going?" says Old Man Wright to me; and Old Man Wisner he says something, too, about my not being in a hurry.
It must go on yet a little further. "By jinks," said one cow-puncher, "that's right. That fellow Juan is loco, an' you all done knowed that, always." "He ain't so d n loco but what he could kill a man, all right," said another, "Sure. Cal Greathouse was worth sever'l o' this Greaser," remarked another. "I don't see how you c'n hang him legal," said a judicial voice.
I'm about the only homesteader in this valley that ain't got one right now. Some has sever'l." "I can make the coffee, I'm sure," she said, still endeavoring to be of use. But she was skimpy in her measurement, and he reproached her. "That won't make it strong enough. Don't you like it right strong?" "Well, Annie and I," said she honestly, "couldn't afford to make it very strong.
"All that, ye see, boy," he resumed, "was atter I was over to the wagons at Laramie, when I seed Miss Molly to say good-by to her. I reckon maybe I was outside o' sever'l horns even then." "And that was when you gave her the California nugget that Kit Carson had given you!" Banion spoke at last. "Oh, ye spring no surprise, boy!
I kerried a arrerhead under my shoulder blade sever'l years oncet, ontel Preacher Whitman cut hit out. Hit felt right crawly all the time till then. "Yes, I jest sorntered up couple hundred mile this mornin', Miss Molly, ter see how ye all was gettin' along one thing er another." Without much regard to others, he now led Molly a little apart and seated her on the sage beside him.
"Well, I don't know about that black," said Franklin critically. "He's a bit bronco, isn't he?" "What, him?" said Sam. "Naw, he's all right. You don't suppose I'd run in any wild stock on you, do you? He's been hitched up sever'l times, an' he's plumb gentle. May rare up a little at first, but he's all right. Of course, you want to have a little style about you, goin' down there."
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