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Jack Harpe was wearing his poker face at the moment. "I wouldn't like that any myself," concurred Jack Harpe. "Old Dale seems like a good feller, sort of shackles along a mite too shiftless maybe, but his daughter takes the curse off, don't she?" "We weren't talking about the daughter," Racey pointed out. Swing Tunstall immediately stepped to one side. There was a something in Racey's tone.
But afterwards, when he's all right again, you must all come to see me often, very often." "But that isn't living, that's just seeing us sometimes," said Tom, who seemed to have taken up Racey's idea. "But you see, dear, people can't always do just as they would like," said Miss Goldy-hair.
The sweat was pouring down his face. His hat jumped from his head. He did not even wonder why. He must cut that bridle rein in two. He must he must. Snap! Three parts cut, the leather parted, Molly's left arm and Racey's right fell limply. Molly's horse went down the slide alone. Neither of them saw it go.
"If I'd wanted to kill him I wouldn't 'a' plugged him in the arm, would I? That wouldn't 'a' been sensible." "You provoked this fraycas!" snarled Luke, disregarding Racey's point in a true lawyer-like way. "You " "Why, no, Luke, yo're wrong, all wrong," interrupted Swing Tunstall, leaning over the windowsill at Tweezy's back.
Go after it, you hound-dog!" Lanpher was not inordinately brave. He would go out of his way to avoid an appeal to lethal weapons. But Racey's words were more than he could stand. His hand jerked sidewise and down toward the sixshooter in the open drawer. Bang! Shooting from the hip Racey drove an accurate bullet through the manager's right forearm. Lanpher grunted and gurgled with pain.
When the smoke cleared away there was a rent in the sleeve of Racey's shirt and the burly youth sat rocking his body to and fro and groaning through gritted teeth. For there was a red-hot hole in his right shoulder which hurt him considerably. Racey Dawson gazed dumbly down at the muzzle of his sixshooter from which a slim curl of gray smoke spiralled lazily upward.
Then Tom put his arms round me again and kissed me his cross humours never lasted long; not like Racey's, who, though he was generally very good, once he did begin, went on and on and on till one didn't know what to do with him. "I'm very sorry for calling you cross, Audrey," he said.
And you yawpin' out real loud how interested you are in seeing how the Bar S gets a square deal, and letting out only a small peep about old Dale, and thinking yo're foolin' Swing to a fare-you-well. Oh, yeah. It's the Dale's li'l ranch that's been worrying you alla time. I know. Racey's actually got a girl at last. I kind of suspicioned it, but I didn't think it was so heap big serious.
I pointed it out to Tom, who listened with interest to Racey's funny name for it. "I wonder," I said, "if there are happy children in that house?" "Ah! folks spoil their children now; When I was a young woman 'twas not so." That first day passed but drearily enough. Pierson was really very kind kinder than we had ever known her.
"Then if Dale had had a riot with anybody else but the stranger man you'd 'a' knowed it." "You betcha. He didn't have no trouble, only with the stranger." "Did anybody else have any trouble with anybody while you was here?" At this Thompson frowned. Where were Racey's questions leading him? Was it a trap? Knowing Racey as he did, he feared the worst.
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