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Marshall followed somewhat reluctantly. Stone disappeared to return with cigars, whiskey and seltzer, which he placed at Overland's elbow. "My friend Dr. Marshall is an Easterner," he said. Overland waved a comprehending hand, lit another cigar, and settled back. "Now I can take the hobbles off and talk nacheral. When you gents want me to stop, just say 'Guzzuh."
I figure he's rode down to tell the Tenlow man that I'm up here." "You are sure?" "Yes, Miss. I don't make no mistakes about him." "Then one of our men has gone to get the deputy to arrest you, and you are our guest." "Thanks, Miss, for sayin' that. It's worth gettin' pinched to be your guest." "I did intend to ride down for the mail. Boyar needs exercising." "So does the Guzzuh, Miss.
I climbs out and looked her over. She sure was balky. I was glad she said somethin', if it was only 'Guzzuh, instead of quittin' on me silent and scornful. Sounded like she was apologizin' for stoppin' up like that. I felt of her chest and she was pretty much het up. When she cooled off, I started her easy sort of grazin' along pretendin' we wasn't goin' to lope again.
"I wisht I'd 'a' had him runnin' the 'Guzzuh' instead of that little chicken-breasted chaffer they three-shelled on to me in Los Angeles. I hired him because they said I 'd better take him along until I was some better acquainted with the machine. The Guzzuh ain't no ordinary bronc'." "The 'Guzzuh'?" queried Dr. Marshall. "Uhuh. That's what I christened her. She's a racer.
She's sixty hoss-power, and sometimes I reckon I could handle sixty hosses easier to once than I could her. We was lopin' along out in the desert, 'bout fifty miles an hour by the leetle clock on the dashboard, when all of a sudden she lays back her ears and she bucks. I leans back and keeps her head up, but it ain't no use. She gives a jump or two and says 'Guzzuh! jest like that, and quits.
He said to break the news gentle, and not scare anybody to death and not get 'em to thinkin' that somebody was hurt or anything like that, so I'm breakin' it to you easy. Me and Billy is goin' away. We're goin' in the Guzzuh 'God save the mush, as the pote says. We are the Overland Red Towerist and Observation Company, Unlimited. We are goin'
It ain't fair to her, neither, because she's like to stick to any promises she might 'a' made you." "Why don't you ask Stone for a job?" said Collie. "What? Me? After bein' President of the Rose Girl Mining Company, in Say! They's no halfway house for me. It's all or nothin'. Why, I don't even own the Guzzuh.
"The 'Guzzuh'?" queried Stone. "You rode up, then?" "Nope. The Guzzuh is me little old racin'-car. I christened her that right after I got so as I could climb on to her without her pitchin' me off. She's some bronc' she is." Overland Red, despite his outward regeneration, was Overland Red still, only a little more so.
Overland bit his nails and scowled. "You will ride to town. Collie's hoss is here. Take the Guzzuh and burn the road for Los and get a doctor. Not a pill doctor, but a knife man. Bring the car clean back here to the range. To hell with the chances." Winthrop slipped into his coat and filled a canteen. "If that horse throws me " he began. "You got to ride. You got to, understand?
Of course, you want to see Collie. He told me about your finding the claim. Says you have given him a quarter-interest. I'm glad you're doing well." "I took a little run in to Los to get some new tires. The desert eats 'em up pretty fast. The Guzzuh, she cast her off hind shoe the other day. I was scared she'd go lame. Bein' up this way, I thought I'd roll up and see Collie."
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