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Campbell said Ted was thrown out back, an' he was shore he wasn't killed." "Ahuh! Wal, I'm sorry, Abel, your family had to lose in this. Maybe Ted's not bad hurt. I shore hope so.... An' y'u an' Jim keep out of the fight, anyway." "All right, Isbel. But I reckon I'll give y'u a hunch. If this heah fight lasts long the whole damn Basin will be in it, on one side or t'other."
I don't see that he ever did that dad," she replied. "You're a kid in mind an' a woman in body. Thet cowpuncher has been lovesick over you since you were a little girl. It's what kept him hyar ridin' fer me." "Dad, I don't believe it," said Columbine, feeling the blood at her temples. "You always imagined such things about Wilson, and the other boys as well." "Ahuh!
We all get a handle, whether we like it or not. There's Montana and Blud and Lemme Two Bits. They call me Professor. Why should you kick on yours?" "I won't stand it now. Not from any one especially not you." "Ahuh! Well, I'm afraid it'll stick," replied Moore, with sarcasm. "It sure suits you. Don't you bust everything you monkey with?
I'm glad to say his cabin is comfortable. He'll be looked after." "Wal, I'm glad to hear thet. I'll send Lem or Wade up thar an' see if we can do anythin' fer the boy." "Dad that's just like you," replied Columbine, with her hand seeking his broad shoulder. "Ahuh! Say, Collie, hyar's letters from 'most everybody in Kremmlin' wantin' to be invited up fer October first. How about askin' 'em?"
"I hardly knew my kid sister," responded Lane. "Ahuh! The plot thickens.... Well, I couldn't get much out of Marg. She used to babble everything. But what little she told me made up in in shock for what it lacked in volume." "Tell me," said Lane, as his friend paused. "Nothing doing." ... And turning to the sick boy on the bed, he remarked, "Red, you needn't let this this gab of ours bother you.
I want to talk to you, an' if I show what I've got then there will be no talkin'. You say Jack hasn't been in to-day?" "Not yet, thank goodness." "How about Old Bill?" "Ben, you never call him my dad. I wish you would. When you don't it always reminds me that he's really not my dad." "Ahuh! Well, well!" replied Wade, with his head bowed.
He was right, of course, and I acknowledged that afterward to myself. On the instant, however, I racked my brain for some persuasive argument. Suddenly I had an inspiration. "They think you're a dub fisherman," I declared, forcefully. "They?" My brother glared darkly at me. "Sure," I replied, hurriedly, with no intention of explaining that dubious they. "Now's your chance to fool them." "Ahuh!
But you've ruined my girl ... and me! You've sent me to hell. I ought to kill you." "Pard, shore we mushn't kill thish heah parson just yet," drawled Blinky, thickly. "He'll come in handy." "Ahuh! Right you are, Blinky," returned Pan, with a ghastly pretense of gaiety. "Parson, stay right here till we come for you. Maybe you make up a little for the wrong you did one girl."
An' if I hadn't rounded you up your chances would have been good for swingin'." "Ahuh! Wade, I'd sure preferred them chances of swingin' to your over-kind interferin' in my bizness. Allus interferin', Wade, thet's your weakness!... But gimmie a gun!" "I reckon not, Cap." "Gimme a gun!" roared the rustler.
What are promises or oaths to Jack Belllounds?" she cried, in passionate contempt. "You wasted your breath. Coward liar that he is!" "Ahuh!" Wade looked straight ahead of him as if he saw some expected and unpleasant thing far in the distance. Then with irresistible steps, neither swift nor slow, but ponderous, he strode to the porch and mounted the steps.
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