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Updated: June 12, 2025
Though wind and rain wrought changes upon the hill, the ready-made graves and boxes which these soldiers left behind proved heirlooms as serviceable in their way as were the tenements that the living had bequeathed to Drybone. Into these empty barracks came to dwell and do business every joy that made the cow-puncher's holiday, and every hunted person who was baffling the sheriff.
Upstream they could make out the light of the Drybone bridge, but not the bridge itself; and two lights on the farther bank showed where stood the hog-ranch opposite Drybone. They went on over the table-land and reached the next herald of the town, Drybone's chief historian, the graveyard. Beneath its slanting headboards and wind-shifted sand lay many more people than lived in Drybone.
Barker had passed through Separ. Though an older acquaintance than Billy, he had asked Jessamine fewer and different questions. But he knew what he knew. "Well, Drybone's the same old Drybone," said he. "Sweet-scented hole of iniquity! Let's see how you walk nowadays." Lin took a few steps. "Pooh! I said you'd never get over it." And his Excellency beamed with professional pride.
"Stay to supper," said McLean, always seated on his chair. "Can't stop, thank you. I expect we can last to Drybone." He twitched the reins. McLean levelled a pistol at a chicken, and knocked off its head. "Better stay to supper," he suggested, very distinctly. "It's business, I tell you. I've got to catch Governor Barker before he " The pistol cracked, and a second chicken shuffled in the dust.
But Balaam looked at Shorty, "You keep the mud," he said, "and I'll give you thirty dollars for the horse." Shorty did a little professional laughing, and began to walk toward his saddle. "Give you thirty dollars," repeated Balaam, picking a stone up and slinging it into the river. "How far do yu' call it to Drybone?"
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