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Then the woman raised appealing eyes to his face. "You won't hurt Zip?" she said in a voice that would surely have heartened the object of her solicitude had he heard it. The man shook his head. His jaws were set, and his smile was unpleasing. "Guess any hurtin' Zip gets'll be done by you." "Ah, no, no!" The woman reached out wildly for the letter, but James had passed swiftly out of the room.
A pitiful scream from Toddie caused me to stop. "You're hurtin' my dee old whay-al; you's brakin' his 'tomach all open you's a baddy man 'TOP hurtin' my whay-al, ee ee ee," cried my nephew. "I'm not hurting him, Toddie," said I; "I'm making his mouth bigger, so he can swallow you easier." A bright thought came into Toddie's face and shone through his tears.
"'Cause I'm so hungry for somethin' good." "Don't! Don't!" he cried, as he drew his coat away, roughly, fiercely, in the pain of unselfish suffering. "For Daddy's sake, don't!" "Why, what is it, Daddy," she asked, in her shrillness of a child's alarm, her eyes on the widening stain of red above his waist. "Is is it hurtin' you again? What is it, Daddy-man?"
Hennage felt that the responsibility must very properly rest on the doctor, for the gambler would have killed him as surely as he had the strength to work his trigger finger. "Well, that's over" he muttered as he returned to his room. "She's woman enough to cover the rest o' the trail herself now, poor girl, an' in about a week I'll pull the big sting that's hurtin' her most."
I walked over to the cook wagon, as I hit the shadow I loosened my guns, an' the very minute they slipped in their holsters my lone-sickness rolled off like a cloud an' the hurtin' melted out o' my inwards. They was somethin' rolled up in a Navajo under the cook wagon an' I sized it up. It appeared to be seven feet long, but I kicked it in the ribs. Things began to happen at once.
He examined my shoulder with his right hand, an' his fingers worked around inside my bones clear and true, but some way without hurtin' me much. "It ain't broke," sez he, "just grooved a bit. You got bones like a grizzly." When his salve came he rubbed it on me an' then he rubbed it on himself, an' then he told us to clear out so he could sleep.
Dave would whup the preacher, but the gal he is a goin' to marry told him he shouldn't. Say, Jasper, I was on my way down to Smithfield, an' I didn't know but you mout want suthin' fotch from down thar." "No, ain't a hurtin' fur nothin' at the present. Lemme see. Yes, I want you to give a order to the stone-cutter for a tombstone for mammy's grave." "How big?" "Oh, 'bout three feet by six."
He grinned a little at the incongruity of a motion-picture phrase in such a situation as this. "'N' don't be so dang skeered uh hurtin' somebody!" he adjured Lite, drawing rein a little so as not to forge ahead of the other. "You'll have to kill off a few anyway 'fore you're through with 'em."
Was just leasin' it himself. That's how we was always seein' his cattle on it. It's a gouge into his land, for he owns everything on three sides of it. "Next I met Ping. He said Hilyard owned it an' was willin' to sell, only Chavon didn't have the price. Then, comin' back, I looked in on Payne. He's quit blacksmithin' his back's hurtin' 'm from a kick an' just startin' in for real estate.
When he's carryin' my kale he'll be shoutin' hallelooyah with a big joy pill under his belt. "I furgets all about ole man Sanford bein' there. You don't talk about hoppin' one with strangers listening but he's around so much I never thinks. All of a sudden he's standin' in front of me lookin' like there's somethin' hurtin' him. "'What's the matter, Mr. Sanford? I says.
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