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Updated: June 4, 2025
"Keep your tongue easy, or I'll have to handle you again." But Smallbones' fury got the better of him, and he meant to annoy Peter all he could. "Yes, I dessay you would. But you can't blind us like a lot of gophers with a dogone child's yarn like that.
It was a rapidly told story full of lurid trimmings, and, judging by its force, came from his heart. "It's duffing, boys," he cried, with an oath, and a thump on the bar which set the glasses, filled at his expense, rattling. "Dogone cattle-duffing! Can you beat it? The first in five year, since Curly Sanders got gay, and then spent a vacation treadin' air.
It's allus good to hev a gun round. You never ken tell in these yer hills when you git lost proper." "Oh, you're a perfect fool. Go on with your driving." Mercy sat back in her seat fuming, while the teamster sighed, gently smiling down at his horses. "Mebbe you're right, ma'm," he said amiably. "These dogone hills makes fools o' most fellers, when they git lost proper as I'd sure say we are now."
As it was, Doc Crombie, whatever may have been his faults, was before all things a man. He turned from Jim with a shrug. "Plain speakin's good med'cine," he said, glancing coldly over his shoulder. "You've spoke a heap plain. So will I. Hit your own trail, boy. But remember, this dogone rustler's got to be rounded up and finished off as neat as a rawhide rope'll do it.
Without further words all three men set off at a run for the corral. Will was the fleetest and reached his horse first. In a second he was in the saddle and sat waiting, and listening for the next alarming sound. "It's Ganly, sure," he muttered, turning one ear in the direction of the rapidly approaching sound. "Sounds like dogone 'get out," cried Pete, sharply.
I don't guess it's nuthin'," said Beasley. "Only it's so dogone queer." His manner was well calculated. His final remark drew the entire barroom. All play and all talk was abruptly held up. "Wot's queer?" demanded Diamond Jack, while all eyes searched the saloon-keeper's sharp face. Beasley bit the end off a green cigar. "That's just it," he said. "Ther's suthin' I can't jest make out.
I tell youse folk right here, ther's cattle, an' ther's horses, an' ther's grain in this dogone land, an' I'm goin' to git what I need of 'em ef I'm gettin' it at the end of a gun! That's me, fellers, an' them as has the notion had best foller my trail." The hungry eyes of the man shone in the dusk of the room. The harsh lines of his weak face were desperate.
Mebbe that's jest a blank wall without no trail. Mebbe this trail ends at a sheer drop of a few hundred feet an' more. Mebbe agin the trail peters out 'fore we get ther'. That's the way in these yer hills, ma'm; you never can tell if you get lost. An' gittin' lost is so mighty easy. Course we ain't likely to starve till we've eat up these yer dogone ol' hosses. Never eaten hoss? No?
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