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Updated: May 3, 2025
An' who clumb off but Lawler an' his trail crew twenty-three of 'em. An' Blondy Antrim in the midst of 'em, lookin' like a sheep-killin' dog. "Well, gentlemen, they was a scene. Warden got his face all screwed up an' couldn't get it unscrewed ag'in. He looked like he'd swallered a hot brandin' iron an' it didn't lay easy on his stummick.
"Mary Embry, Job's sister-in-law, was settin' right behind me, and I heard her say, 'Amen! as fervent as if somebody had been prayin'. Job set there, lookin' like a sheep-killin' dog, and Sally Ann went right on.
I lived with him night an' day for 'bout three years an' I want to axe some questions." He turned to Daws: "I want to axe you ef thar was any blood around that sheep." "Thar was a great big pool o' blood," said Daws, indignantly. Chad looked at the Squire. "Well, a sheep-killin' dog don't leave no great big pool o' blood, Squire, with the FUST one he kills! He SUCKS it!"
There was a halloo at the gate. It was old Squire Middleton and the circuit-rider, and old Joel went toward them with a darkening face. "Why, hello, Chad," the Squire said. "You back again?" He turned to Joel. "Look hyeh, Joel. Thar hain't no use o' your buckin' agin yo' neighbors and harborin' a sheep-killin' dog."
Now you said somethin' I axed just now was irrelevant, but I tell you, Squire, I know a sheep-killin' dawg, and jes' as I know Jack AIN'T, I know the Dillon dawg naturely is, and I tell you, if the Dillons' dawg killed that sheep and they could put it on Jack they'd do it.
And say, if you don't want your dogs massacreed, you'd better call 'em off." Martin Hawk looked over his shoulder into the dark interior of the hut, spoke to some one under his breath, and then began cursing his dogs. "I might have knowed you'd git me into trouble, you lop-eared, sheep-killin' whelps!" he whined. "I'd ought to shot the hull pack of ye when you was pups. Git out'n my sight!
Why, nearly every man he meets is paid to run him down, or trap him some way like a stray dog that's taken to sheep-killin'. He knows a score of men, and women too, that are only looking out for a chance to sell his blood on the quiet and pouch the money. Do you think that makes a chap mad and miserable, and tired of his life, or not?
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