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Skinny asked; "where's Mike?" "Everybody's got religion, I guess," Red yawned, "and gone to bed. What do you want with Sabota?" looking suspiciously at the Ramblin' Kid; "he's over at Vegas; won't be back till to-morrow or to-day it is now, I reckon evening sometime!" "Th' Ramblin' Kid and me have been out in the rain," Skinny said suggestively, "and thought we might take cold " "Nothing doing!"
Down the straight stretch the racers came in a mighty whirlwind of speed. "Thunderbolt is taking it!" "The Y-Bar horse leads!" "Th' black's got 'em!" roared from the throats of the crowd in the grandstand and the mass of humanity crushing the railing along the track. Dorsey and Sabota leaped to the edge of the box as the horses thundered past the judges' stand.
"Come on and get into the game!" one of them invited, moving over. "Yes," Henderson added, hitching his own chair to one side to make room for another, "the cards are running like" he paused "like the Gold Dust maverick for everybody but the house!" There was a laugh at the subtle reference to the outlaw filly that had cost Sabota so much in losses on the sweepstakes at the Rodeo.
"Th' Ramblin' Kid hadn't touched a drop," Skinny said, explaining the fight and almost as if he were answering her unspoken thought. "If he'd been drinking, I reckon Sabota would have killed him instead of his beating the Greek blamed near to death.
In old days Shabwat, as it is called in inscriptions, or Sabbatha, Shaba, and Sabota, as it is written in the ancient authors, was the capital of the country.
"You can't get to her, I tell you," Gyp said sullenly, then with a look of cunning suddenly coming into his eyes: "They say she's a one-man brute like the stallion nobody can ride her but th' Ramblin' Kid," significantly looking at Sabota. "If you could but he don't drink!" The Greek laughed. "There are other ways!" he said. "He eats, don't he?
Skinny glanced at Sabota. "Yes, he is ornery," he said. "He runs that joint and boot-legs on the side. He's got a reputation as a slugger and keeps the crowd around him buffaloed. They say he killed a feller beat him to death in a fight over at Sapulpa before he came to Eagle Butte. I don't like the filthy cuss. He's mean!" "He looks it!"
Her heart felt as if a weight had been lifted from it So, the Ramblin' Kid had kept the odd souvenir, and he cared he cared! "Go ahead," she whispered to Skinny; "what then?" "I reckon that's about all," Skinny answered. "Th' Ramblin' Kid smashed Sabota and as he staggered back, picked up the ribbon then he didn't quit till he thought the Greek was dead.
"I think I'll hook Sabota for a few hundred on the sweepstakes, myself," Skinny replied with a good deal of feeling, "I don't like the way that dirty cuss acts any better than I like Dorsey's bragging!" Carolyn June and Ophelia were waiting when Old Heck and Skinny arrived at the Golden Rule.
His mouth was drawn back in a smile, almost caressing in its softness, but a thousand times more menacing than the black scowl on the face of the Greek. The Ramblin' Kid's gun was at his hip, but he made no move to draw it. Sabota watched the slender young cowboy. A look of contempt and derision was in his eyes. The Greek was no taller, but full eighty pounds heavier than the other.
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