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Hapgood wanted to know. "I had sorta planned some on sleepin' right here." "Right here! You don't sleep on the ground?" The red-headed man, drawing serenely at his cigarette, went about unharnessing his horses. "Bein' as how I ain't et for some right smart time," he was saying as he came back from staking out his horses, "I'm goin' to chaw real soon. Has you gents et yet?"
Never had no gal myself; leastways, no good one; been allus like a old buffalo bull whipped out o' th' herd, sorta flockin' by my lonesome, an' an' " with a husky catch of the voice, "an' that thar kid 'minds me I must a' been missin' a hell of a lot hit 'pears to me I wouldn't have no great trouble gittin' to like." Then for a time there was silence in the kitchen.
"We ain’t about to give you no trouble," Anse said as he obeyed, and Drew agreed as he followed the Texan into hiding. "I’d like a rifle jus’ ’bout now," Anse remarked. "Only thing I’ve ever held ’gainst a six-gun is that it don’t throw lead as far as a fella could sometimes want it to. But I think we’ve sorta been ruled outta this here fight—’less th’ enemy gits close ’nough to spit at."
But what I’ve seen of it, were you jus’ able to run off th’ bandidos an’ git th’ Apaches offen it for good—why, it might be a right respectable sorta territory. A man could carve hisself out a spread as he could brag on." "You’d like it?" Anse blew on his fingers again. "Maybe—all things bein’ considered, as they say.
An' jest lately he chased Bo on hossback gave the kid a nasty fall. Roy says Riggs was after Miss Helen. But I think one or t'other of the girls would do thet varmint. Wal, thet sorta started goin's-on. Carmichael beat Riggs an' drove him out of town. But he come back. Beasley called on Miss Helen an' offered to marry her so's not to take the ranch from her, he said."
After that they rode on in silence. When they came in sight of the Hazelton cabin Norton reined in his pony and sat motionless in the saddle, grinning at Hollis. "You run along now," he advised. "I'll be hittin' her off toward the Dry Bottom trail for the rest of the way I sorta like that trail better anyway." He urged his pony off at a tangent and Hollis continued on his way.
"Do you remember when you were kids and tied a rock on the end of a rope and then swung it around your head?" asked Connel. "Sure, sorta like a slingshot," said Astro. "That's right, Astro," said Connel, "and if you released the rope, the rock would fly in the direction it was headed, when you let go!" "I get it," cried Tom excitedly.
That tinhorn who claimed he was from Cheyenne ce'tainly had a mighty funny run o' luck. D' you notice how his hands jes' topped ours? Kinda queer, I got to thinkin'. He didn't hold any more'n he had to for to rake the chips in. I'd sorta like a look-see at the deck we was playin' with." Blister laughed wheezily. "You w-won't get it.
To make matters worse, all during the month of August she had been visited by her cousin Bernice from Eau Claire, and it seemed impossible to see her alone. It was always necessary to hunt round and find some one to take care of Bernice. As August waned this was becoming more and more difficult. Much as Warren worshipped Marjorie he had to admit that Cousin Bernice was sorta dopeless.
"He just hung around the ranch-house a lot, an' was awful sweet, an' used them black eyes of his consid'able. Sorta preparing the way, I reckon. But he didn't get far." He chuckled reminiscently. "I'll tell the world, she didn't waste no time sendin' him about his business." For a time Buck rode on in frowning silence.
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