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Say, wa'an't ther' a yarn 'bout some blamed citizen what took to a cave, an' the checkens an' things got busy feedin' him?" "Ravens," said Sunny. "Ravens nuthin'," cried the indignant Sandy. "Checkens of the air, they was." Sunny shrugged. "That ain't no sort o' Bible talk, anyway," he protested. "You need suthin' what gives 'em a lesson. Now, ther's Nore an' his floatin' ranch "
His satisfaction was very evident, and now he was prepared to regard her rather as a woman than a customer. "Makes you think some," he observed, with a wave of his hand in the direction of the piled-up fabrics and unopened cases. Then he laughed in a way that jarred upon the girl. "Ther's money to burn here. Money! Whew!" Then his eyes became serious. "If it only lasts!"
Ther's Will Henderson," he turned over the pages of his book. "Um, healthy, drinks a bit. Hasty temper, but good for fifty year 'less he gits into a shootin' racket. 'Tain't him now?" he inquired looking up. "No, 'tain't him. I see him this mornin'. He was soused some. Kind o' had a heavy night. Wot about McLagan of the 'AZ's'?" Again the butcher turned over the pages of his note-book.
An' if you're wise to the ways of the law fellers you ken just about figger the verdict is goin' to come along to the feller with the biggest wad. In this case I guess I'm the feller with the biggest wad. Now, ther's no sort o' bad blood between Peters an' me, 'cep' it is he will sing hymns outrageous on a Sunday. Still, I ain't goin' to let that cut no ice.
I 'lows, comin' as you did, you might 'a' run dead into some durned skunk as hadn't the manners for dealin' with a hog. There's a hatful of 'em in Forks. S'long. Say, ther's a gal at Skitter Bend. She's the ol' blind boss's daughter, an' she's a dandy. But don't git sparkin' her wi' the ol' man around." Tresler laughed. Slum amused him. "Good-bye," he said.
Ralph paid no heed to the taunting inquiry. He looked over at Aim-sa, who had shrunk away. Now she answered his look with one that was half-pleading, half-amused. She realized the feud which was between the men, but she did not understand the rugged, forceful natures which she had so stirred. "Say, gal," Ralph said abruptly. "Ther's jest us two.
"Well, yes; ther's my brother over in Jackson Kyounty. I mout go there." "Well," said Bud, "do you just go down to Spring-in-rock and stay there. Them folks won't be here tell midnight. I'll come fer you at nine with my roan colt, and I'll set you down over on the big road on Buckeye Run.
"You win," sez he, as though we had made mud-pies together. "Come on, let's load the trunks an' trip toward where ther's a noise like food. I'm troubled with what they call a famine." We drove along, an' he was as merry as a bug an' talked a langwidge the like of nothin' that I had ever met up with before; but I was tryin' to fit his real size with my idea of it.
"Ob co'se," said Nimbus, as he broke a sucker into short pieces between his thumb and finger, "yer's got ter hab de sile; but ther's a heap mo' jes ez good terbacker lan' ez dis, ef people only hed the patience ter wuk it ez I do mine." "Wal, now, there's not so much like this," said the sheriff, sharply, "and you don't think so, neither.
I tell youse folk right here, ther's cattle, an' ther's horses, an' ther's grain in this dogone land, an' I'm goin' to git what I need of 'em ef I'm gettin' it at the end of a gun! That's me, fellers, an' them as has the notion had best foller my trail." The hungry eyes of the man shone in the dusk of the room. The harsh lines of his weak face were desperate.
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