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Will you make 'em all eat out of your hands?" "Whadjamean?" "Why, I had a notion you were loaded up with trouble and didn't need to hunt more," sneered the gambler. "I had a notion the red-coats were on your heels to take you across the plains to hang you." "I'll learn 'em about that," the huge fugitive bragged. "They say I'm a killer. Let it ride.
The eyes of the Swede grew hard and narrow. "What's bitin' you? I've told you my story." "Some of it. Not all of it." "Whadjamean?" "You told me what you saw from the fire escape of the Wyndham, but you didn't tell what you saw from the fire escape of the Paradox." "Who says I saw anything from there?" "I say so." "You tryin' to hang this killin' on me?" demanded Olson angrily.
The free trader stooped and did it for her while West watched him sulkily. Jessie unwound the cloth and removed moccasins and duffles. She sat barefooted before the fire, but not too close. "If they're frozen I'll get snow," Whaley offered. "They're not frozen, thank you," she answered. "Whadjamean done for?" repeated West. His partner's derisive, scornful eye rested on him. "Use your brains, man.
At that last stinging sentence, alarm had jumped to the blear eyes of the former convict. "Whadjamean?" demanded Meldrum thickly, the menace of horrible things in his voice. "Mean? Why, this. You came here to kill me, but you haven't the nerve to do it. You've reached the end of your rope, Dan Meldrum. You're a killer, but you'll never kill again.
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