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His head was reeking with the smoke of pipes and cheap cigars, and he was weary of pairs and four-flushes, resentful of the way in which they ignored him. He flung at Joe: "Working now?" "Nope." "Like to guide me for a few days?" "Well, jus' soon. I ain't engaged till next week." Only thus did Joe recognize the friendship Babbitt was offering him.
"You'll get in bad with the wrong man some time. Hello, here are Joe and Brick!" Mention of these fellows engaged my attention once more. I saw two cowboys, one evidently getting his name from his brick-red hair. They were the roistering type, hard drinkers, devil-may-care fellows, packing guns and wearing bold fronts a kind that the Rangers always called four-flushes.
He SWEARS not, but I don't believe him. He explains that gunplay gravitates to men who are the real thing that it is provoked by the four-flushes, the bad men. I don't know. All I know is that somebody is being killed every other day. He hated Spence before Spence ever saw me." "Would Bland object if I called on you occasionally?" inquired Duane. "No, he wouldn't. He likes me to have friends.
You don't strike me as one of them four-flushes, achin' to kill somebody. But if you are go ahead an' open the ball.... You see, I never throw a gun on them fellers till they go fer theirs." Knell coolly eyed his antagonist, his strange face not changing in the least. Yet somehow it was evident in his look that here was metal which rang differently from what he had expected.
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