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He had a special eye upon the Virginian, his mate in such a tale of mischiefs, and now he led him on. He suggested to the Southerner that caution might be wise; this change at Separ was perhaps some new trick of the company's. "We mostly take their tricks," observed the Virginian. "Yes," said Lin, nodding sagely at the fire, "that's so, too."
The express agent jumped off and looked in for pleasure. He received his daily smile and nod of friendly discouragement. Then the light bundle of mail was flung inside the door. Separ had no mail to go out. As she was picking up the letters young Billy passed her like a shadow, and fled out. Two passengers had descended from the train, a man and a large woman.
You ain't used to Separ." "Oh, I am no tenderfoot, don't you call them?" She whipped out her pistol, and held it at the cow-puncher, laughing. This would have given no pleasure to me; but over Lin's features went a glow of delight, and he stood gazing at the pointed weapon and the girl behind it. "My!" he said, at length, almost in a whisper, "she's got the drop on me!"
He 'd run right over stones and cactus and prairie dog holes and everything else in his way. And them fool people at Separ was all huddled up in the depot, and a company of men with Winchesters and six-shooters was there from Deming, and everybody was watchin' the country all 'round with spyglasses, for Injuns!
Texas Bill chuckled, pleased at this verification of his story, and went on: "Then you know what I 'm tellin' you is sure true! I thought mebbe you-all mightn't believe it, a-tall, for it sure don't look reasonable that folks could get so buffaloed over a durn fool tenderfoot's yarn. They looked at me with mighty big eyes when I rode into Separ. "'Why, says they, 'how did you-all get out alive?
No matter to whom he was writing, it froze all nature stiff in each word he achieved; and his bald business diction and wild archaic penmanship made documents that I value among my choicest correspondence; this one, especially: "Wensday four a. m. "DEAR SIR this is to Inform you that i have gone to Separ on important bisness where i expect to meet you on your arrival at same point. "Yours &c.
The sun rose and set, the two trains made their daily slight event and gathering; the water-tank, glaring bulkily in the sun beaconed unmolested; and the agent's natural sleep was unbroken by pistols, for the cow-boys did not happen to be in town. Separ lay a clot of torpor that I was glad to leave behind me for a while.
"But she'll never have need of your gun in Separ only to shoot up peaceful playin'-cyards while she hearkens to your courtin'." That was his way of congratulation to a brother lover. "Plumb strange," he said to me one morning after an hour of riding in silence, "how a man will win two women while another man gets aged waitin' for one." "Your hair seems black as ever," said I.
In short, our disagreements brought us to terms more familiar than we had reached hitherto. But when at last Separ came, where was I? There stood Mr. McLean waiting, and at the suddenness of him she had no time to remember herself, but stepped out of the stage with such a smile that the ardent cow-puncher flushed and beamed. "So I went away without telling you goodbye!" he began, not wisely. "Mrs.
I wished to laugh in her face and say, 'What do you know about love? So I walked in. Lin, she does love yus!" "Yes," breathed McLean. "She was sittin' back in her room at Separ. Not the ticket-office, but " "I know," the cow-puncher said. His eyes were burning. "It's snug, the way she has it. 'Good-afternoon, I says. 'Is this Miss Jessamine Buckner?"
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