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On the first hand Aunt Dilsey was very sensitive, for being naturally active and stirring herself, "She," to use her own words, "couldn’t bar to see folks lazin’ round like thar was nothin’ to do, but to git up and stuff themselves till they’s fit to bust." She also felt annoyed whenever her young master indulged himself in a morning nap. "Ought to be up," she said, "and airin’ hisself."

Then you see they’s no neighbo’s right roun’ yere. In Natchitoches now; that’s the place to have a right down good time. But see yere; I didn’ know you was fon’ o’ dancin’ an’ such things.” “Why, of course, I just dearly love to dance.

I’ve heard tell as how all a man needs to start his own brand is a loose rope, a runnin’ iron, an’ th’ guts to use them. It’s been done, an’ is bein’ done all th’ time. Only I don’t think as how th’ Old Man would take to havin’ any such big-ideared neighbor here. Not much cattle, though, to interest a wide loop man. Now hosseseveryone says as how they’s plenty of wild stuff.

Oh; I ain’t ’fraid o’ any thing I can see an on’erstan’. I can han’le mos’ any thing thet’s got a body. But they do tell some mighty queer tales ’bout this lake an’ the pine hills yonda.” “Queer how?” “W’y, ole McFarlane’s buried up there on the hill; an’ they’s folks ’round yere says he walks about o’ nights; can’t res’ in his grave fur the niggas he’s killed.”

"Well, Texas sure is a great big piece o’ country, so maybe you don’t know ’bout them river tricks. Wet hossesthey’s hosses what is run off up here, driven down to th’ border where they’s swapped for hosses what some Mex bandidos have thrown a sticky loop over. Then th’ Mexes take them Anglo hosses south an’ sell ’em, where their brands ain’t gonna git nobody into noose trouble.

They’s sure seen a lotta history bein’ made by men climbin’ up an’ down from saddles!" "Let’s hope ... no more wars." Drew set the three books in a pile and regarded them attentively. Stein’s story of their originout of a trunk hidden in a desert cavewas most intriguing. What else had been in that trunk? "Anse," he asked, "why would anyone hide a trunk in a cave?"

An’ th’ stolen Mex hosses, they’s drove up here an’ maybe sold to some of th’ same fellas what lost th’ others. Hosses git themselves lost ’long them back-country trails, specially if they’s pushed hard. So them strays join up with th’ wild ones. Iffen a mustanger can rope him one an’ bring it in ... well, if it’s a good one, maybe so he’ll git a reward from th’ man what’s lost him.

Now he ain’t no patient man; he’s th’ kind as uses his hooks hard when he’s ridin’. "You know, you sure can tell a lot ’bout a man when you give a look at his hoss after he’s come off th’ trail. That there Shiloh colt o’ yours, an’ this here lady hoss, an’ that old mule ... anyone can see as how they’s always been handled nice an’ easy.

That’s how th’ ’Pache does his fightin’. An’ th’ spit-an’-polish officers what come from eastwardthey’s got t’ larn that. Only sometimes they ain’t good at larnin’, an’ then they gits larnedgood an’ proper. Hey, Kells!" They were at the stable and Fenner lifted a hand, palm out, in greeting to the liveryman. "Here’s Ole Tar wantin’ his special grub—" Drew went on to Shiloh’s stall.

Maybe he sets up th’ war shield an’ does th’ shoutin’ back thar in front o’ all them soldier boys. In this town he ain’t no gold-lace general!" "Troops and the town not friendly?" Drew asked. "Th’ soldiersthey ain’t no trouble. Some o’ ’em have their heads screwed on straight an’ know what they’s doin’ or tryin’ t’ do.