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They thrashed over the ground, arms and legs outflung wildly. Houck gave up only when his vigor collapsed. His surrender was complete. He lay weak and panting, bleeding from reopened wounds, for the time as helpless and submissive as a child. From a canteen they gave him water.
He meant to keep out of it if he could. "Last fellow that licked me hauled me down off'n my bronc, Mr. Houck," Dud answered, laughing. "No, sir. We got to turn down that invite to a whalin'. The boss gave us our orders straight. No trouble a-tall. I expect if it was our own say-so we might accommodate you. But not the way things are." "No guts, either of you.
Incidentally he had not paused to catch up his horse, which was a slight oversight, considering the trail from the Blue to his home ranch. "What's the matter with the gun you're packin'?" asked Houck. Cotton had forgotten his own gun. "I it was like this, Bill. After Young Pete killed Gary, I went back to the shack and got my gun.
The sage offered poorer cover in which to hide, but her knowledge of Houck told her that he would not readily give up the idea that she was in the asps. He was a one-idea man, obstinate even to pigheadedness. So long as there was a chance she might be in the grove he would not stop searching there. He would reason that the draw was so close to the buckboard she must have slipped into it.
But since you're a bunch of sky pilots at the Slash Lazy D, I'll withdraw anything that hurts yore tender feelin's." "Are you takin' back what you said about about her?" Bob demanded harshly. Bandy's smouldering, sullen eyes slid round. "I'm takin' it back. Didn't you hear me say I don' know a thing about her? I know Houck, though. So I judged " He spat a loose tooth out on the floor venomously.
It would perhaps not be wise to put into words what he had deduced from his knowledge of Jake Houck. "The incident is now clo-o-sed if Miss Roberta is satisfied," Dud announced to the public at large. His riding mate looked at Hollister. "Don't call me that," he said. For a moment Dud was puzzled. "Don't call you what?" "What you just called me." Dud broke into a grin of delight.
Despite the fact that it was Andy White, Houck took no chances, but searched him. Then, "what in hell was your idea?" "Me? Why, I was ridin' to the Concho when one of you guys shot my hat off. I reckoned it was about time to pull up." "Ridin' to the Concho, eh? I suppose you'll say next that you got lost and thought the Concho was over this way?" "Nope.
Mike was stirring into the glass of liquor cayenne pepper which he was shaking from a paper. He was using as a mixer the barrel of a forty-five. The salient jaw of Houck jutted out. "What monkey trick are you tryin' to play on me?" he asked angrily. "You wanted it hot," Mike replied, and the bartender's gaze too was cold and level.
She was willing to hurt herself if she could give him pain. Had he not ruined her life? "Well, I I Yes, I reckon that's it. Our crowd picked up calves that belonged to the big outfits like the Diamond Slash. We drove 'em up to Brown's Park, an' later acrost the line to Wyoming or Utah." "Was Jake Houck one of your crowd?" Pete hesitated. She cut in, with a flare of childish ferocity.
Is it yore notion we'd oughta sit around with our hands in our pockets, Blister, while reptiles like this Houck make our girls swim the river at night an' plough barefoot through snowstorms? I ain't that easy-dispositioned myself." "Shorty's sure whistlin'. Same here," another chap-clad rider chipped in. "An' here." Blister dropped into the background inconspicuously and vanished.
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