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Besides, time Muta'd packed him to Ragtown, Hank he'd spoil. Muta she never did like Tehachapi Hank, nohow." The following day the mortal remains of Tehachapi Hank were brought into Ragtown, together with his self-confessed killer Basil Filer. The constable for Ragtown had one now took Filer in charge and hurried him to the county seat in Twitter-or-Tweet's machine.
Drummond, of course, was also making money; but he fell a prey to the lure of the free-and-easy life of the frontier town, and gambled and drank perpetually. There were stories of big losses at faro, under which Drummond did not always bear up as a good sport should. As for Lucy Dalles, that ambitious young woman entered with gusto into the feverish life of Ragtown.
The vicinity in which we camped seemed to have been pre-empted by a number of parties, who lived in tents and sold provisions to the immigrants. The settlement was called "Ragtown."
With Twitter-or-Tweet Orr Tweet the month that Hiram had been laid up had developed a new and unforeseen situation. He laid the particulars before Jerkline Jo and Hiram, both investors in his enterprise. The conference took place when Jo's freight outfit jingled into Ragtown two days later.
You cut me, Hiram! It's bleeding!" "No, no, no! Only more lather. Don't wiggle, Jo!" "There! It's all over," Hiram said after a minute of silence. Four days later Lucy Dalles and Al Drummond stood behind the counter of the shooting gallery at Ragtown, and with a certain amount of nervous expectancy watched the freight outfit of Jerkline Jo grow larger and larger as it neared the journey's end.
I got it that I was in a place called Ragtown, and I know they's such a place, cause everybody tells me so. And I was sick after the dream. Funny! I'm drifting that a way now. I want to see that Ragtown. Was it a dream? Or was the yuccas laughin' at ole Filer ag'in? I dunno. But how come it I dreamed about a place called Ragtown, a place that really is but that I never seen?"
Hiram and I on our way to Mendocino County for a little rest and to see old friend of his. Reach Ragtown in about two weeks if all goes well. Tweet sprang from his chair, cramming on his hat. "Lock the door and take the key, Heine!" he cried. "I'm going to Los Angeles at fifty miles an hour!"
She had partitioned off one corner of the gallery and set up a manicure and hairdressing parlor. Of mornings, when business in the gallery was dull, she made many an extra dollar by beautifying the women of Ragtown. "Yes, there's money in it," she said.
"I?" she said dreamily. "Why why I don't just know. The steel has come, and now freight will reach here by train. We're going to New York Hiram and I and maybe across the Atlantic. But we'll come back soon, and and Oh, there'll be a new road building somewhere another Ragtown. We couldn't quit, I guess.
Far into the night they celebrated, and in all of Ragtown there was only one who did not attend. This was poor little Lucy Dalles, sobbing her heart out in her little cabin, her dream of wealth and marriage with Al Drummond gone. It was nearly midnight when there came a gentle tapping on her door.
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