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"Aw right, I'll take Swing Tunstall," Racey hastened to say. "I meant yore own two hands," demurred Mr. Saltoun. "I know you did, but I meant the other kind. Listen, do you want Lanpher and Tweezy to get this ranch?" " it, no!" "Then gimme Swing Tunstall." "Take him. Need anybody else? Wouldn't you like all the rest of the outfit, and me, too?" "My Gawd, no. This is a job requirin' brains."
He knelt down again and swiftly completed the bandaging of the cut on the pony's near fore. As he rode round the corner of the hotel to reach Main Street he saw Luke Tweezy single-footing into town from the south. The powdery dust of the trail filled in and overlaid the lines and creases of Luke Tweezy's foxy-nosed and leathery visage.
The yellow horse blustered and squealed a little, and at last said that, if it was a horse-fly that had stung Muldoon, he would accept an apology. "You'll get it," said Muldoon, "in de sweet by-and-bye all de apology you've any use for. Excuse me interruptin' you, Mr. Rod, but I'm like Tweezy I've a Southern drawback in me hind legs."
"Hell I can't," snapped Racey, brushing industriously. "They never seen me." "But Luke Tweezy did," chuckled Swing. "What's Luke got to do with it?" Racey inquired without looking up. "If you'd slant yore eyes out through the door you'd see what Luke Tweezy's gotta do with it." Racey Dawson looked up and immediately sat down on the hay and spoke in a low tone. Swing nodded with delight.
I'm a-lookin' for information, and I've an idea you and Luke can give it to me." "I'd like a li'l information my own self," grumbled Luke Tweezy. "When are you gonna make the Dales vacate?" "All in good time," the Judge replied with a wintry smile. "I'll be getting to that in short order. Here comes Kansas and Jake Rule now." "What you want with the sheriff?" Luke queried, uneasily.
But triviality is frequently paradoxical and always relative. If Dundee had not raised an arm to urge his troopers on at Killiekrankie the world would know a different England. A single thread it was that solved for Theseus the mystery of the Cretan labyrinth. Racey Dawson did not like Luke Tweezy.
Her native sons rely on themselves an' their native sires. Yes, sir." Then Tweezy lifted up his wise and polite old head. His affliction makes him bashful as a rule, but he is ever the most courteous of horses. "Excuse me, suh," he said slowly, "but, unless I have been misinfohmed, most of your prominent siahs, suh, are impo'ted from Kentucky; an' I'm from Paduky."
"They's nothing in that," declared Jack Harpe with contempt, twisting his neck to glower up at Racey. "Suppose I did wanna get hold of the Dale ranch. What of it?" "Shore," put in Luke Tweezy. "What of it? Perfectly legitimate business proposition. Legal, and all that." "Not quite," denied Racey. "Not the way you went about it. Nawsir.
"I left my shoes in my saddle pocket," she said, apologetically. "I I thought it would be safer." There was a sudden yell somewhere on Main Street. It sounded as if it came from uncomfortably close to the Tweezy house. Then a sixshooter cracked once, twice, and again. At the third shot Racey was running as tight as he could set foot to the ground.
"I say that Luke Tweezy is a damn liar," reasserted Swing, "and they ain't no difference of opinion about that." "Well, of course, if Luke " Alicran did not complete the sentence. "I am a lawyer," Luke Tweezy explained, hurriedly. "I ain't paying any attention to what his man says now." "Or any other time," jibed Swing. "Any of you boys see this?" Alicran asked of his three punchers.
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