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Updated: June 29, 2025
"We didn't know whether to laugh or to cheer, but most of us compromised by keeping an eye on Butch's gun. "Sally says, 'Sure I'll dance, and gets up. "'Wait! hollers Butch; 'are you leavin' me for this wall-eyed galoot? "There ain't nothin' Sally loves more'n a fight we all know that.
"How many went after him?" "Nash, Butch Conklin, and five more. Butch's gang." "Conklin!" "I was in a hole; I needed men." "How long have they been gone?" "Since last night." "Then," said Drew, "he's already dead. He doesn't know the mountains." "I give Nash strict orders not to do nothin' but apprehend Bard." "Don't talk, Glendin. It disgusts me makes my flesh crawl.
It was about time for somebody to call old Butch's bluff." "Bluff?" cried Sally indignantly. "Bluff?" queried Bard, with a slight raising of the eyebrows. "Sure bluff. Butch wasn't any more dangerous than a cat with trimmed claws. But I guess you seen that?" He settled down easily in his chair just as Sally resumed her place opposite Bard.
Butch was fast, but the young feller was faster. He had Butch by the wrist before the gun came clear just gave a little twist and there he stood with the gun in his hand pointin' into Butch's face, and Butch sittin' there like a feller in a trance or wakin' up out of a bad dream. "Then he gets up, slow and dignified, though he had enough liquor in him to float a ship.
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