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Updated: May 9, 2025
I sent a letter down by an Injun this morning to his pardner to come up and get him outa town before he But it's too late now. That talk he made last night " "Say, he shot Swift in the arm, too," said Jim. "Pity he didn't kill him. They're getting a jury together already. Say! Ain't it hell?"
But I did take it to heart because Miss Woppit seemed disinclined to favor any suit for her fair hand particularly because she was by no means partial to Three-fingered Hoover, as square a man as ever struck pay dirt dear old pardner, your honest eyes will never read these lines, between which speaks my lasting love for you!
My friend, there aren't ten families within a hundred miles of that place." Mapes laughed, his mouth opening like a red gash, exhibiting a row of yellow fangs. "No, I reckon not; but thar's a hell ov a lot o' fellers thar whut ain't families, but kin eat. Didn't yer know, pardner, thar's a right smart war on? thet the Illinoy militia is called out, an' is a marchin' now fer Yeller Banks?
Those long days on the peak, fierce with pain, blinding bright with sun, wind-swept and solitary, through which this great, still bird had kept him alive, seemed to rush over his spirit all together. "Gee, old pardner!" he murmured, leaning as far over the railing as he could. "But ain't you got the grit! I'd like to know who it was served this trick on you. But don't you fret.
But I want to tell you, pardner you can believe it or not I never turned a man down before." The hobo grunted and bit into a doughnut and Bunker Hill settled down beside him. "Say," he began in an easy, conversational tone, "did you ever hear about the hobo that was walking the streets in Globe?
She had told me that mornin' whilst I wuz gittin' ready to start that he wuz the loveliest young man she had ever met, and a woman would be happy indeed who won him for her consort. And I said, as I pinned my collar on more firmly with my cameo pin, that I presoomed that he would make a good man and pardner when he growed up.
In such noble and prompt ways did I discourage all his overtoors, and every time I see him approach my pardner, if they wuz anywhere near the outer taff-rail of the boat, I would approach and lock arms with Josiah Allen, killin' two birds with one stun, for that act both ensured safety to my heart's idol, and also struck a blow onto Mr. Pomperses nefarious designs.
But I shall not urge the matter, I only thought we two countries are such clost friends and I wanted you to have the foremost character, but I can probable git someone else to enact it. But the strain is fearful on me, Samantha, to have everything go on as it should." His looks wuz strange. And my machine wuz strong in comparison to some other things I won't mention out of respect to my pardner.
A clinking of spurs accompanied a soft step. "Jim, here's Ken Ward, the kid pardner I used to have back in the States," said Dick. "Ken, you know Jim." If ever I knew anything by heart it was what Dick had written me about this Texan, Jim Williams. "Ken, I shore am glad to see you," drawled Jim, giving my hand a squeeze that I thought must break every bone in it.
With a tinge of malice, born of disappointment, Cheyenne suggested to Bartley that the man he had knocked out, back of the livery barn, would no doubt be glad to see him again. Bartley turned to Joe Scott. "He's trying to 'Out-West' me a bit, isn't he?" Scott laughed heartily. "Cheyenne is getting tired of rambling up and down the country alone. He wants a pardner.
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