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I've been sent over to tell you thet you're wanted pretty bad at 'Many Waters." The man stared incredulously. "What?... Who wants me?" "Anderson. An' I reckon there's more though I ain't informed." Neuman rumbled a curse. Amaze dominated him. "Anderson!... Well, I don't want to see him," he replied. "I reckon you don't," was the cowboy's cool reply. The rancher looked him up and down.
"Ha, ha! that's on you, 'Honk," laughed the cowboy's friends, who had overheard the conversation, and Jack passed on, the boys alluding to him as a "game little shrimp," for the news of his summary punishment of Creviss had got abroad. But Jack was not through yet. He went into the men's dressing room to leave his hat. As he was coming out he was met by a crowd of town youths, friends of Creviss.
For the cowboy had started to give it in tones that Yellin' Kid might have been proud to own. This was necessary because those in ambush were firing in full force it seemed. But they stopped suddenly, in the midst of Snake's remarks, so that the end of the cowboy's advice fell amid a silence, and, being delivered at full power must have been heard by the enemy.
"Not at all, Professor Parkhill," Kitty returned, smiling as she thought how ignorant the professor was of the cowboy's real character. "I like Patches. He interests me very much; and there is really no reason why I should not be friendly with him. Don't you think that I should be kind to our cowboys?" "I suppose so," the professor sighed.
I learn that by a singular Coincidence, all the Old People who leave their Money to Hospitals and the like are Mentally Irresponsible. In order to prove that I am in my right Senses, I will Blow mine." So he went to Palm Beach and other Winter Resorts, at which they charge by the Minute, and wherever he went he gave a faithful Imitation of the Cowboy's first Night in Town.
Now what's bitin' you?" "The sheep! He kill the lamb!" cried the herder. Fadeaway laughed. "Did, eh? Well, I tried to call him off. Reckon you heard me whistle him, didn't you?" The cowboy's assertion was so palpably an insult that old Fernando's anger overcame his caution. He stepped forward threateningly. Fadeaway's gun was out and a splash of dust leaped up at Fernando's feet.
There was no denying Moore's cool, stinging repetition of the epithet that had so affronted Belllounds. "I always hated you!" he rasped out, hoarsely. Striking hard at Moore, he missed, but a second effort landed a glancing blow on the cowboy's face. Moore staggered back, recovered his balance, and, hitting out shortly, he returned the blow.
And, men, I'll gamble there's a hell of a lot of bad work Buck Duane's named for which all he never done. Clear away there. Where's his hoss? Duane, the road's open out of Shirley." Sibert swept the gaping watchers aside and pressed Duane toward the horse, which another cowboy held. Mechanically Duane mounted, felt a lift as he went up. Then the cowboy's hard face softened in a smile.
He nodded his head at my words, and in obedience to a further request from the giant, I proceeded to undress. When this was done, they were not satisfied to search my clothes only, but took them away with them for further examination. After returning me my light silk under-vest and drawers, they brought me a loose cowboy's dress, such as they wore themselves, and intimated that I must put it on.
For Madeline there was a nameless charm, a nameless thrill combating her sense of the violence and unfitness of Ambrose's wooing. Something, she knew not what, took arms against her intellectual arraignment of the cowboy's method of getting himself a wife.
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