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Updated: May 14, 2025
Guess it's Injuns a second detachment of Broken Feather's forces rustlin' along with th' idea of nippin' us in 'tween two fires. A cute idea; but I don't notion that it's goin' ter come off. They're just a bit too late; didn't calculate on our comin' along so quick, I guess." The fighting had slackened considerably when Kiddie returned to his loophole at the front of the leading wagon.
Smith leered and spoke derisively, of which speech Columbine heard, "Aw hell!" and "yellow streak," and "no one'd ever," and "son of Bill Belllounds," and "rustlin' stock." Then this scar-faced man drew out a buckskin bag.
But he never looked old.... So he's rich now an' losin' stock, an' goin' to be sheeped off his range. Dad could stand a lot of rustlin', but not much from sheepmen." The softness that stirred in Jean merged into a cold, thoughtful earnestness which had followed every perusal of his father's letter. A dark, full current seemed flowing in his veins, and at times he felt it swell and heat.
"Anson, I'm keen fer thet myself," declared Shady Jones. "Jim, what d'ye say to thet?" queried Anson. "Rustlin' out of this black hole?" "Shore it's a grand idee," agreed Wilson. "Thet was a cougar," avowed Anson, gathering courage as the silence remained unbroken. "But jest the same it was as tough on me as if it hed been a woman screamin' over a blade twistin' in her gizzards."
Most folks have forgot all about you. You can fix things so 's to be safe enough." "You wouldn't give me away, Jake. You was in on the rustlin' too. We was pals. It was jes' my bad luck I met up with Jas that day. I didn't begin the shooting. You know that." "I ain't likely to give away my own father-in-law, am I?"
I ain't bin in the rustlin' game all these years not to pick up a few tricks to make a woman pinto look like a blood stallion." "But if he ever saw us either of us." The halfbreed spent the evening pondering on that. "Tressa! Quick!" But Tressa was too busy in the kitchen. "Tressa Torrance. It's a free show I wouldn't miss it. It's an epoch." She came skipping through the door.
Fact is, he had the only wheat up there worth savin' ... Wal, these I.W.W.'s an' their German bosses hev put it all over the early days when rustlin' cattle, holdin' up stage-coaches, an' jest plain cussedness was stylish." "Jake, I'd rather have lived back in the early days," mused Lenore. "Me too, though I ain't no youngster," he replied.
"Wade, you ain't agoin' to start thet tellin' hell-bent happenin's to come hyar at White Slides?" interrupted Belllounds, plaintively. "No, I reckon I've no hunch like that now," responded Wade, seriously. "But I was about to say that if Smith is in on any rustlin' of cattle he'll be hard to catch, an' if he's caught there'll be shootin' to pay. He's cunnin' an' has had long experience.
You Farewell jiggers hang together too hard for me to take any chances. 'Lo, Kansas." "Howdy, Racey," nodded Kansas Casey, the deputy sheriff. "How long you been rustlin' hosses?" "A damsight longer'n I like," Racey replied, frankly. "Who does own this hoss?" "Y' oughta asked that question yesterday," said Kansas, severely, but with a twinkle in his black eyes that belied his tone.
So, since the rancher wasn't anyways overstocked on female relations, an' he had the kid to look after, the one-time boss went out as a camp cook an' took the boy along. He was rustlin' the chuck for this bunch I'm a-tellin' you about, that goes into the coulee.
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