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Updated: June 27, 2025
It's snowin' powerful hard one, evenin' about 3 o'clock when I comes back along the ridge towards my camp onder the pines. While I'm ridin' along I crosses the trail of nineteen deer. I takes it too quick, 'cause I needs deer in my business, an' I knows these is close or their tracks would be covered, the way it snows. "'I runs the trail out into the open, headin' for the other ridge.
"You're headin' for the Diamond Dot, ain't ya?" sez he. "This is a corner o' the Diamond Dot range," sez I, lollin' back an' puffin' slow an' comfortable at my pipe. "The pony corral stands at the mouth of a little canon, don't it?" "Yes," sez I. "An' the cook house is to the right of it?" "Yes," sez I. "An' the ranch house is kind o' sprawly with "
I cal'late that by fall you'll be headin' somewheres else, Mr. 'John Brown," with significant emphasis upon the name. Brown stoutly denied being "bluer" than usual, and his superior did not press the point. Seth busied himself in his spare time with the work on the Daisy M. and with his occasional trips behind Joshua to the village.
"Nobody comes nor goes ter that place hell itself ain't so avoided," said Mrs. Brusie, her forehead corrugated with sudden recurrence of anxiety. "Nobody else in this world would have resked it, 'ceptin' that headin' contrairy gal, Ethelindy Brusie." "I never resked nuthin," protested Ethelinda.
A few minutes before, too, I'd seen a squad of rookies wander past and into the park. I remembered noticin' what a husky, tanned lot they were, and from their hat cords that they belonged to the artillery branch. Well, that was enough. In a flash I'd shinned over the stone wall and was headin' 'em off.
I wish I was there.... If this is goin' on the air I'm Joe Blake, radio man on the 'copter two 'leven. We were headin' in to Boulder Lake when I smelled a stink. Next second there were lights in my eyes. They blinded me. Then I heard a racket like all hell was loose. Then I felt like I had hold of a power transmission line. I couldn't wiggle a finger. I stayed that way till the 'copter crashed.
"He couldn't 'a' got off o' the headin'!" He stooped and examined the floor of the passage carefully, holding his lamp very low. "Billy," he said, "I believe he's come in an' gone out again. Here's tracks a-pointin' the other way." "So he has, Mike, so he has; the puir lad!"
But thet's the love such men have for bein' thought hell. That's brains headin' the rustler gang hereabouts." "Maybe Blome and Snecker are blinds. Savvy what I mean, Morton? Maybe there's more in the parade than just the fame of it." Morton snapped his big jaw as if to shut in impulsive words. "Look here, Morton. I'm not so young in years even if I am young west of the Pecos. I can figure ahead.
Thar ain't nothin' gets run off while he's sheriff, you bet. When he allows anythin's his dooty, he lays for it permiscus. He's a plumb sincere offishul that a-way. "One time I recalls as how a wagon-train with households of folks into it camps two or three days where Mace is sheriff. These yere people's headin' for some'ers down on the Rio Grande, aimin' to settle a whole lot.
'I'm headin' for tall timber and where I belong." "'No you don't, he says, reaching for me to stop me. 'The cooking has got on your head. You listen to me talk before you up and do anything brash. "But I pulled a gun-a little Colt's forty-four and says, 'This does my talkin' for me. "And I left." Trefethan emptied his glass and called for another. "Boys, do you know what that girl did?
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