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But I wad swear to the hide wi'out the brand. 'Twas a yearlin' I ken weel, Mister Lorrigan." He rode alongside, and his close-set little eyes regarded keenly Tom's face. "A spotted yearling with the brand cut out, hey? That looks kinda bad. Have you got the hide with you?" "I have no got the hide wi' me, but I ken weel whaur it lies, Mister Lorrigan, and I thinkit so do you." "Hm-m.
"To-night, when they've all shot off their chins an' it's quiet-like, I want you to ask me, jest this way, 'Monty, seein' as you've hed more adventures than all them cow-punchers put together, tell us about the most turrible time you ever hed. Will you ask me, Miss Hammond, jest kinda sincere like?" "Certainly I will, Monty," she replied.
I kinda wish now I'd picked up a bunch of yearling heifers along with our two-year-olds. We could have brought another hundred head just as well as not. They sure drive nice. Mother would have enjoyed this trip." "You think so, do you?" Marian gave him a superior little smile along with the coffee-boiler.
"But since it did happen, I must rely upon you to to er " "I guess I understand," Al grinned sardonically. "I just wanted you to know how things is building up. The Quirt's kinda overreached itself. I didn't want you comin' back on me for trying to keep their feet outa the trough. I want you to know things is pretty damn ticklish right now, and it's going to take careful steppin'."
"Indeed? Who is he?" "I reckon you know," said Briskow. The listener looked up with quickened interest; there was a sharp ring to his voice when he said: "Let me get this right." "You're the only man I ever knowed that I'd bank my life on. An' you're smart. You wouldn't take Buddy, but mebbe you'd kinda take me; take all of us. I tell you I'm skeered!"
Must be another bunch ahead som'ers, 'cause I know it's smooth goin' fer five miles yit. After that they's a drop down into a rocky kinda pocket that's hard t' git out of except the way yuh go in, account of there bein' one uh them dang rim-rocks runnin' clean 'round it. Some calls it the Devil's Fryin'-pan. No water ner grass ner nothin' else 'ceptin' snakes.
Or, if stubbornness were to be the test, Casey could grin and feel secure. A little man, he reflected, can sit just as long as a big man. The big man walked leisurely up to the car and smiled as he lifted a foot to the running board. He leaned forward, his eyes going past Casey to the other man. "I kinda thought it was you, Kenner," he drawled. "How much liquor you got aboard to-night?"
You'll get along nicely, I'm sure." "Ach, yes, I guess so. But now you must come soon again, Amanda. This company business kinda spoiled your visit to-day." Amanda was in the rear of the house and did not see the vision of loveliness which passed the Reist farmhouse about five o'clock that afternoon. One of Martin's brothers met the two at the trolley and drove them to the Landis farm.
Like the dog, it had been talon-raked on either side of the head, and its throat had been slashed deeply several times. In addition, flesh had been torn from one flank in great strips. "I can't kill a bear outa season, no!" Strawmyer continued his plaint. "But a bear comes an' kills my stock an' my dog; that there's all right! That's the kinda deal a farmer always gits, in this state!
"I I may be a trifle late jest a trifle," he hurried on, "but I been hustlin' to git here that is, ever sense about five o'clock, or thereabouts. There's been something I been wantin' to tell you. I I jest wanted to say that I hoped it wa'n't anything I might have said or or kinda hinted at, maybe, nights down to the Tavern, that's druv you out.
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