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Jedlick" a hand on his arm, but confident of the force of it, like a lady animal trainer in a cage of lions "you come on over here and set down and leave that gentleman alone." "If anybody but you'd 'a' said it, Alta, I'd 'a' told him he was a liar," Jedlick growled. He moved his foot to go with her, stopped, snarled at Taterleg again.
Jim saw it that way. He came over to Taterleg as hot as a hornet. "Give me that gun I'm goin' after him!" "You'll have to go without it, Jim." Jim blasted him to sulphurous perdition, and split him with forked lightning from his blasphemous tongue. "He'll come back; he's just runnin' the vinegar out of him," said one. "Come back hell!" said Jim. "If he don't come back, that's his business.
Wilson, she says, and I turned my head quick, like I was lookin' around for him, and never kep' a-lettin' on like I knew she meant me." "That was kind of rough treatment for a lady, Taterleg." "It would be for a lady, but for that girl it ain't. It's what's comin' to her, and what I'll hand her ag'in, if she ever's got the gall to speak to me."
He even smiled as he pictured her surprise, like a man returning home unexpectedly, but to a welcome of which he held no doubt. Taterleg remained mounted while Lambert went to the door. It was a rather inhospitable appearing door of solid oak, heavy and dark.
Wilson," he said. "I'll take that feller by the handle on his face and bust him ag'in' a tree like a gourd," Taterleg said, not in boasting manner, but in the even and untroubled way of a man stating a fact. "If there was any tree." "I'll slam him ag'in' a rock; I'll bust him like a oyster." "I think we'd better go to bed without a fight, if we can."
"I blundered into their hands like a blind kitten," said he, reproachfully. "They'll eat lead for it!" said Taterleg. "It was Kerr and that gang," Lambert explained, not wanting to leave any doubt behind if he should have to go. "You can tell us after a while," she said, with compassionate tenderness. "Sure," said Taterleg, cheerfully, "you lay back there and take it easy.
Taterleg stood with his bow legs so wide apart that a barrel could have been pitched between them, watching the operation within the shop with the greatest enjoyment. "Goose grease, with pre-fume in it that cuts your breath. Look at that feller shut his eyes and stretch his derned old neck! Just like a calf when you rub him under the chin. Look at him did you ever see anything to match it?"
"You're the first man I ever told it to, and I'll ask you not to pass it on. I used to go by the name of Larry before they called me Taterleg. I got that name out here in the Bad Lands; it suits me, all right." "It's a queer kind of a name to call a man by. How did they come to give it to you?" "Well, sir, I give myself that name, you might say, when you come to figger it down to cases.
"We saw a bunch of 'em up there where them fellers cut the fence," Taterleg put in, not to be left out of the game which he had started and kept going single-handed so long; "white-faced cattle, like they've got in Kansas." "Ours mine are all white-faced. They stand this climate better than any other." "It must have been a bunch of strays we saw none of them was branded," Lambert said.
He was a progressive citizen, and no grass grew under his feet, no hair under his hand. At the moment that the Duke and Taterleg entered the barber's far-reaching beam, some buck of the range was stretched in the chair.
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