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"Say, don't be gay with me or you'll get it good," I yelled, prodding him in the side with the cocked gun. "Who are you? Quick!" "Bo Snecker," he said. "Any relation to Bill Snecker?" "His son." "What'd you hide here for?" He appeared to grow sullen. "Reckoned I'd be as safe in Sampson's as anywheres." "Ahuh!
"Wal, that's shore a big fight comin' to Grass Valley. My dad says so an' he rides fer yer dad. An' if it comes now y'u'll be heah." "Ahuh!" laughed Jean. "An' what then, boy?" The lad turned bright eyes upward. "Aw, now, yu'all cain't come thet on me. Ain't y'u an Injun, Jean Isbel? Ain't y'u a hoss tracker thet rustlers cain't fool? Ain't y'u a plumb dead shot?
"I guess now I don't want you at all." "Ahuh! That's the reward of people who worry an' work for others. Well, then, I reckon I'll go back an' not give you what I brought." He made a pretense of leaving, and he put a hand to his pocket as if to insure the safety of some article. Columbine blushed. She held out her hands. She was repentant of her words and curious as to his.
An' they're goin' to crawl down the ditch closer to us.... It looks bad. They'll have grass an' brush to shoot from. We've got to be mighty careful how we peep out." "Ahuh! All right," replied his father. "You women keep the kids with you in that corner. An' you all better lay down flat."
"Queer way he has of showing the the affections of his heart," replied Columbine, shortly. "Thet was the drink," remonstrated the old man, pathetic and earnest in his motive to smooth over the quarrel. "But he promised me he would not drink any more." Belllounds shook his gray old head sadly. "Ahuh! Jack fires up an' promises anythin'. He means it at the time.
"But I'll bet I could learn from you." "Reckon you could. Why can't you stick to anythin'?" "I don't know. I've been as enthusiastic over work as over riding mustangs. To ride came natural, but in work, when I do it wrong, then I hate it." "Ahuh! That's too bad. You oughtn't to hate work. Hard work makes for what I reckon you like in a man, but don't understand.
"Columbine, not so long ago you told me this fellar wasn't sweet on you. An' do you still say that to me are you still insistin' he ain't in love with you?" "He never said so I never believed it ... and now I'm sure he isn't!" "Ahuh! Wal, thet same day you was jest as sure you didn't care anythin' particular fer him. Are you thet sure now?" "No!" whispered Columbine, very low.
He had roared at them, and his eyes still flashed like blue fire, but he was calm and cool. Returning the gun to its owner, he continued: "I reckon you'd spare my feelin's an' lie about some trick of Jack's. Did he bust out?" "Wal, tolerable like," replied Bludsoe, dryly. "Ahuh! Tell me, then an' no lies." Belllounds's shrewd eyes had rested upon Wilson Moore.
She will only drag herself down an' die of a broken heart.... Now, I'm askin' you, before it's too late give up this marriage." "Wade! I've shot men for less than you've said!" thundered the rancher, beside himself with rage and shame. "Ahuh! I reckon you have.
"You're fooling me.... He wants me to call him Reddy." "Ahuh!" grunted Neale. He laughed grimly at himself, for again he had felt a pang of jealousy. He knew what to expect from Larry or any other young man who ever had the wonderful good luck to get near Allie Lee. "All right, call him Reddy," he went on. "I guess I can allow my future wife so much familiarity with my pard."
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