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I'm through! You're takin' me out, now back to the Rancho Seco. You're ridin' behind me minus your guns, your mouth shut tighter than you ever shut it before. An' if there's any shootin' you'll know it plenty!" Harlan had brought matters to a crisis suddenly, in a flash. The time for pretense had gone.
"You ain't givin' Tucson no chancst to say you drawed first?" he warned. Rope laughed grimly. "If there's any shootin' goin' on," he replied, "Tucson ain't goin' to say nothin' after it's over." "Well, so-long," said Ferguson, urging his pony forward. He heard Rope's answer, and then rode on, deeply concerned over his discovery. Leviatt and Tucson had ridden up the river the day before.
Quite careless, she shuts the door behind us. "Whew!" says I. "Some grouch, Cousin Myra! What is it shootin' pains in the disposition?" Vee snickers. "Did you mind very much, Torchy?" she asks. "Me?" says I. "Oh, I was brought up on roasts never knew much else. But, I must say, I was gettin' a bit hot on your account." "Don't," says she.
I reckon folks got use' to weepons 'n' killin' 'n' bushwhackin' in the war. Looks like it's been gittin' wuss ever sence, 'n' now hit's dirk 'n' Winchester, 'n' shootin' from the bushes all the time. Hit's wuss 'n stealin' money to take a feller-creetur' s life that way!" The old miller's indignation sprang from memories of a better youth.
Larrabie Keller mavericks around on, durn his forsaken hide! And the man on it wore a polka-dot bandanna. So does Keller. He'll have to go some to explain away that. I reckon the others must be nesters from Bear Creek, too." "We've got 'em where the wool's short this time," Budd agreed. "They been shootin' around right promiscuous. If anybody's dead, then Keller has put a rope round his own neck."
Now I didn't know who he was, visitor or friend or relation of yours, though I seen he was a Mormon all over, an' I couldn't get serious about shootin'. So I winged him put a bullet through his arm as he was pullin' at his gun. An' he dropped the gun there, an' a little blood. I told him he'd introduced himself sufficient, an' to please move out of my vicinity. An' he went."
"It was them we heard shootin'." The outfit sat silent on their horses and watched the men ride over the plains toward another group of horsemen that the Diamond K men had observed some time before riding toward the pueblo, "Yep!" Barkwell said, now; "that other bunch is deputies, too. It's mighty plain. This bunch rounded up 'Firebrand' an' sent some one back for reinforcements."
His face worked, his breath hissed between his teeth, as with trembling hand he examined the front of his coat. A big bullet had torn through both lapels. Bill stuck his pudgy finger in the hole. "The second bullet made thet. It was from old Hiram's gun a 45-90!" "Bent an' Leslie! My God! They're shootin' to kill!" cried Buell. "I should smile," replied Herky-Jerky.
"We felt purty bad about that, an' knowin' those fellers as we did made us feel worse. They sure didn't deserve shootin'. Then Lem Fisher, who always was handy with his memory, happens t' think of a canyon 'bout three mile away, with a bridge over it. Sort o' like that place at the water tank, where them boys was strung up this mornin', only deeper, an' th' stream under it swifter an' rockier.
"Oh, about that inquest, Sergeant," he queried casually, "what was the jury's finding? I was forgetting all about that." "Eyah; on'y fwhat yuh might expect," replied the latter. "Death by shootin', at th' hand av some person unknown. I wired headquarthers right-away." He made a slightly impatient movement. "Well, we must get busy, Mr. Gully; this shtiff connot be far away.
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