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Instead, he removed his drenched and battered hat and passed one fluttering hand across his forehead, with just the shade of unsteadiness for which the affair called. "Yes, I'm a-feelin' better now," he sighed. "Godfrey, yes, I'm a sight better already! Must 'a' been just a little touch of faintness, maybe. I'm kinda subject to them spells when I've been overworked.
"What's that?" asked June. "Don't know. Looks kinda queer. It's got some sort of harness on." They rode to the draw. June gave a small cry of distress. "Oh, Bob, it's a man." He dismounted. The horse with the dragging load backed away, but it was too tired to show much energy. Bob moved forward, soothing the animal with gentle sounds. He went slowly, with no sudden gestures.
She didn't want to have a thing to do with him, but he bullied her, same as he did me. June she found out he knew something about me, an' she was afraid to make him mad. I reckon finally he got some kinda promise outa her. He had some business at Meeker, an' he was comin' back to the ranch yestiddy. Then he aimed to bring her here to get married." He was looking steadily at Houck.
"This is safe enough," he announced, "and my muscles are kinda crampy. I'll tell the world that's been quite some spell of straight driving." Mert grunted, but Foster was inclined to cheerfulness. "You're some driver, Bud. I've got to hand it to you." Bud grinned. "All right, I'll take it half of it, anyway, if you don't mind. You must remember I don't know you fellows.
Once more he chuckled, to himself this time just once, before he began to speak. That old Tavern office had never been so deathly still before. "A question?" he echoed at last, thoughtfully. "A question? Well, Jedge, there was one thing I was a-goin' to ask you. Jest one triflin' thing I was kinda curious to know. Why, I was a-goin' to ask you, back a spell What did you hev?
Gee!" "I didn't mean it, Marj. It slipped. S'help me, I didn't. Sometimes I just don't know what I'm saying, Marj; that's how my mind kinda gets sometimes. All fuzzed over like." "What's the odds what you say, Blink? You're just not man-size, I guess." She was a bleak little figure bowing into the wind, her tippet flapping back over one shoulder.
But de nex' night Lijah wake up ag'in an' heah somefin', an' sho'nuf in de mawnin' bof his mules wuz dat wo'n out lak dey been a-runnin' in de mud all night, dat he cain't do no wuk wid 'em. Lijah, he kinda desprit wid dis, an' so dat night he don' go to bed but sit up an' hide in de ba'n.
And it wouldn't be a bad idea to haze our own stuff clear off the range. I'm afraid Dunk's sheep are going to fare kinda slim, if we go on letting our cattle eat all the good grass!" Pink did not often indulge in such lengthy sarcasm, especially toward his beloved Weary; but his exasperation toward Weary's mild tactics had been growing apace. Weary's reply, I fear, will have to be omitted.
"I kinda think I'm getting there pretty fast," he owned gravely when he felt her gaze upon him. "Why?" "Oh because you can understand how one must speak sometimes. Ever since I came, you have been I don't know different. At first I didn't like you at all; but I could see you were different.
Honest to grandma, I don't hardly know what kinda reptyle y'are. I hate to insult any of 'em, by cripes, by namin' yuh after 'em. But don't, for Lordy's sake, ever call yourself a man agin!"
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