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Alta she inched away from me, and she says to him: 'Mr. Jedlick, come over here and shake hands with Mr. Wilson. "'Yes, he says, 'I'll shake insect powder on his grave! "'I see you doin' it, I says, 'you long-hungry and half-full!
If he makes a break at me, I'll lay him on a board, if they can find one in the Bad Lands long enough to hold him." "He's got a bad eye, a regular mule eye. You'd better step easy around him and not stir him up too quick." Lambert had no faith in the valor of Jedlick at all, but Taterleg would fight, as he very well knew.
"The worst luck I can wish her is that Jedlick'll come back," he said, turning to look at her as he spoke. Alta waved her hand. "She's a forgivin' little soul, anyway," Lambert said. "Forgivin'! 'Don't hurt him, Mr. Jedlick, she says, 'don't hurt him! Huh! I had to build a fire under that old gun of mine to melt the chawin' wax off of her.
"Who cut 'em off?" Lambert asked, viewing this outburst of feeling in surprise. "Nettie! I don't want no bangs around me to remind me of that snipe-legged Alta Wood. Bangs may be all right for fellers with music boxes in their watches, but they don't go with me no more." "I didn't see Jedlick around the ranch up there; what do you suppose become of him?"
And all the time she was talkin' to me like that, where do you reckon that Jedlick feller was at?" "In the saloon, I guess, firin' up." "No, he wasn't, Duke. He was settin' right in that ho-tel, with his old flat feet under the table, shovelin' in pie. He come out pickin' his teeth purty soon, standin' there by the door, dern him, like he owned the dump. Well, he may, for all I know.
She wanted me to cut off my mustache, and I told her I wouldn't do that for no girl that ever punched a piller." "What did she want you to do that for, do you reckon?" "Curiosity, Duke, plain curiosity. She worked old Jedlick that way, but she couldn't throw me. Wanted to see how it'd change me, she said. Well, I know, without no experimentin'."
She can wipe her eyes on it when she opens them and repents." Then he fell to thinking of business, and what was best for Vesta's interests, and of how he probably would take up Pat Sullivan's offer for the calves, thus cleaning up her troubles and making an end of her expenses. Pat Sullivan, the rancher for whom Ben Jedlick was cook; he was the man.
He was in the post office when he heard the shot that, he feared, opened hostilities between Taterleg and Jedlick. He hurried out with the rest of the customers and went toward the hotel. There was some commotion on the hotel porch, which it was too dark to follow, but he heard Alta scream, after which there came another shot. The bullet struck the side of the store, high above Lambert's head.
And there's where I started after that feller. He was standin' in front of the door all the time, where he could duck inside if he saw me comin', and I guess he would 'a' ducked if Wood hadn't 'a' been there. When he saw Wood, old Jedlick pulled his gun.
A wad of it as big as my fist gluin' down the hammer of that gun. That girl put it on there, Duke. She knew Jedlick wouldn't have no more show before me, man to man, than a rabbit. She done me that trick, Duke; she wanted to kill me off."
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