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I think me the good luck to get rid of her. That Helène! M'siu, what you think she do? She have gone back to look in the water for Filon. There she stay, and all sheepmen when they pass that way see that she is a good sheepdog, and that she is much hungry; so they wonder that she will not leave off to look and go with them.
It is always so after that, all those years until I kill Filon. If I make a little game of poker with other shepherds then he walks along and say: "Ah, you, Raoul, you is one sharp fellow. I not like for play with you." Then is my play all gone bad. But if Filon play, then he say, "Come, you little man, and bring me the good luck." It is so, M'siu!
Eh, how you make that, M'siu; is it the devil or no? Well, it go like this eight, ten year; then it come last summer, and I meet Filon at the ford of Crèvecoeur. That is the water that comes down eastward from Mineral Mountain between Olancho and Sentinel Rock. It is what you call Mineral Creek, but the French shepherds call it Crèvecoeur.
That make me scare lest he should look by the ford of Crèvecoeur. So after that, five or six days, when Narcisse Duplin is come up with me, I tell him Filon is gone to Sacramento where his money is; therefore I keep care of his sheep. That is a better tale eh, M'siu, for I have to say something. Every shepherd in that range is know those sheep of Filon.
But me, at shearings and at Tres Piños where we pay the tax, there I like to talk to pretty girl same as other shepherds, then Filon come make like he one gran' friend. All the time he make say the compliments, he make me one mock. His eyes they laugh always, that make women like to do what he say. But me, I have no chance. It is so, M'siu, when I go out with my sheep.
Therefore it is as I tell you, M'siu, I, Raoul. By the help of God. Yes. From Harper's Magazine Copyright, 1905, by Harper and Brothers IT WAS nearly ten o'clock when Jack Faraday ascended the steps of Madame Delmonti's bow-windowed mansion and pressed the electric bell.
I have been the best shearer in that shed, snip snip quick, clean. Ah, it is beautiful! All the sheepmen like for have me shear their sheep. Filon is new man at that shearing, Lebecque is just hire him then; but yes, M'siu, to see him walk about that Agua Caliente you think he own all those sheep, all that range. Ah he had a way!
For the rest the sheriff has told you. Here they have brought me, and there is much talk. Of that I am weary, but for this I tell you all how it is about Filon; M'siu, I would not hang. Look you, so long as I stay in this life I am quit of that man, but if I die there is Filon. So will he do unto me all that I did at the ford of Crèvecoeur, and more; for he is a bad one, Filon.
Twenty years have I kept sheep between Red Butte and the Temblor Hills, and I say this. Make no fear of singing water, for it goes not too deeply but securely on a rocky bottom; such a one you may trust. But this silent one, that is hot or cold, deep or shallow, and has never its banks the same one season with another, this you may not trust, M'siu.
There is pine wood all about eastward from that place. It is all shadow there at midday and has a weary sound. Me, I like it not, that pine wood, so I push the flock and am very glad when I hear toward the ford the bark of dogs and the broken sound of bells. I think there is other shepherd that make talk with me. But me, M'siu, sacre! damn! when I come out by the ford there is Filon Geraud.
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