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Updated: June 13, 2025
"And where have y'u been, uncle? I missed y'u on the way over." "Been packin' in some grub. An' I reckon I stayed longer in Grass Valley than I recollect. But thet was only natural, considerin' " "What?" asked Ellen, bluntly, as the old man paused. Sprague took a black pipe out of his vest pocket and began rimming the bowl with his fingers.
About like this stretch down here between Rhyolite and Vegas. And hills and chucks say, don't talk to me about any Injun packin' gold in a lard bucket. Why, lemme tell yuh, Casey, if you work it right and don't be so dog-gone kind-hearted, you'll want a five-ton truck to haul off your profits next fall.
"Good evenin'," replied Wade. "Reckon you're Blair an' I'm nigh the headwaters of this river?" "Yep, a matter of three miles to Trapper's Lake." "My name's Wade. I'm packin' over to take a job with Bill Belllounds." "Git down an' come in," returned Blair. "Bill's man stopped with me some time ago." "Obliged, I'm sure, but I'll be goin' on," responded Wade.
He runs a hotel where miners can drink an' gamble. I don't.... But I reckon I've no cause to complain. I live." "Who runs the other hotel?" "Man named Smith. Reckon thet's not his real name. I've had people here who but it ain't no matter." "Men change their names," replied Wade. "Stranger, air you packin' through or goin' to stay?"
"That looks like a big, strong gun." "Here 'tis now," and Skipper Blink handed it to Charley. "'Tis a wonderful sight stronger shootin' gun than the forty-four, but 'tis a bit too heavy for a lad like you to pack. 'Twould make for weariness, packin' she all day." "It is heavy," agreed Charley, returning it to Skipper Blink, and eyeing the thirty caliber. "May I see the other one?"
Whur'd you been at if I hadn't heard you blattin' and went after you? A coyote would a ketched you before sundown. And ain't I been a mother to you, giving up all my air-tight milk to feed you? Warmin' it fer you and packin' you 'round like you was a million-dollar baby so the bobcats won't git you kin you deny it?
"I want you should make over the Turnbull place to Hermie, and have him fetch Annie there as soon as ever she'll come, and let him farm it without if or but from you and me." Myron was on his feet. He looked portentously large and masterful. "You better not think o' packin' the chiny," he said, in his ordinary tone of generalship.
Oh! the job I had packin' your bundle of presents.... Now, Lee, make a guess." "I dess you fetched a dun," replied Lee. "A dun! I'll bet you mean a gun," laughed Jean. "Well, you four-year-old Texas gunman! Make another guess." That appeared too momentous and entrancing for the other two youngsters, and, adding their shrill and joyous voices to Lee's, they besieged Jean.
"In time, Rennie, in time. Th’ Colonel’s thinkin’ out some plans. Don Cazar, he was too lucky at th’ pass." "You’re not goin’ to get back those horses or mules—or what they were packin’," Drew said. "We’ll see, we’ll see." Certainly Shannon’s confidence was in nowise shaken. "Th’ Colonel, he didn’t want to call in Nahata an’ his bucks—now maybe he’ll have to.
A procession starts from the Crooked Claw camp. Thar's The-man-who-steps-high at the head b'arin' a flag, union down, an' riotin' along behind is Tom Six-killer, The-man-who-sleeps, the Wild Cat and others leadin' five ponies an' packin' kettles, flour, beef, an' sim'lar pillage. They lays it all down an' stakes out the broncos about fifty yards from Strike Axe's camp an' withdraws.
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