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Updated: June 7, 2025
Once in town I was impatient to write to my father, for we had decided that we would not telegraph. Leaving our horses in Cless's corral, we went to the hotel and proceeded to compose the letter. This turned out more of a task than we had bargained for. But we got it finished at last, not forgetting to put in a word for Jim Williams, and then we both signed it. "There!" I cried.
The sight of them drove every other thought out of my head. "Mustangs!" I exclaimed. "Sure. Can you ride?" "Oh yes. I have a horse at home.... What wiry little fellows! They're so wild-looking." "You pick out the one as suits you, an' I'll step into Cless's here. He's the man who owns this bunch." It did not take me long to decide. A black mustang at once took my eye.
"Dick, something will be doing round Holston before many days." "That's no joke, you can bet," replied Dick, wiping his face. "Ken, it's made me sweat just to see that letter start East. Buell is a tough sort, and he'll make trouble. Well, he wants to steer clear of Jim and me." After that we fell silent, and walked slowly back toward Cless's corral.
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