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It figures fifty that I ought to get word to him, and fifty that I ought to keep him out of trouble " "I didn't know he was that kind of a chap: that is, that he would go out after those men " "He's Jim Waring's boy," said Bud. "It's too bad. I heard of that other killing." "Yes. And I've a darned good mind to fly over to Criswell myself. I knowed Pat better than I did Jim.
She often recalled, with a kind of happy wonderment, Bondsman's singular visit and how he had left suddenly one morning, heedless of her coaxing. The big Airedale had appeared in Jason the day after Bud Shoop had returned from Criswell. That Bondsman should know, miles from the town, that his master had returned was a mystery to her. She had read of such happenings; her father had written of them.
A supervisor is a deputy sheriff and that goes anywhere they's a American flag. I don't see none here, but I reckon Criswell is in America. What's the use of your actin' like a goat just because you got chin whiskers? I'm tellin' you Jim Waring done a good job when he beefed them coyotes." The marshal's pale-blue eyes blinked at the allusion to the goat. "Now, don't you get pussonel, neighbor.
As Bronson stepped from his cabin the following morning he was startled to see the big Airedale leap from the veranda of Shoop's cabin and bound toward him. Then he understood. The camp had been Bondsman's home. The supervisor had gone to Criswell. Evidently the dog preferred the lonely freedom of the Blue Mesa to the monotonous confines of town. Bronson called to his daughter.
It was so beautiful, so tragic, that he held the clipboard over his face as Justin fired once, piercing the thin wood with a single, perfect hole. Criswell Speaks "One is always considered mad when one discovers something that others cannot grasp." Bela Lugosi, "Bride of the Monster" Julia and Rhonda ran inside the theater at exactly 7:10 pm.
A yellow star, close to the eastern horizon, twinkled faintly and then disappeared. The saloon at Criswell had been closed for the night. Next morning the marshal of Criswell sent a messenger to the telegraph office at the junction. There was no railroad entering the Criswell Valley. The messenger bore three telegraph messages; one to Sheriff Hardy, one to Bud Shoop, and one to Mrs. Adams.
"Oh, very well, amigo. Might as well give a duck a bar of soap and ask him to take a bath as to tell you to leave Jim. Such is wastin' talk." The Genial Bud "And just as soon as he can be moved, his wife aims to take him over to Stacey." So Bud told the Marshal of Criswell, who, for want of better accommodations, had his office in the rear of the general store.
She left him when they was livin' down in Mexico. Lorry is their boy. Now, Jim is as straight as a ruler; I don't know just why she left him. But let that rest. I got a telegram from the marshal of Criswell. Reads like Jim was livin', but livin' mighty clost to the edge.
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