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Updated: May 26, 2025
He cussed Luce somethin' fearful. An' when Luce went for his gun, natural-like, why this Jim Cleve took it away from him. An' then he jumped Luce. He knocked an' threw him around an' he near beat him to death before we could interfere. Luce was shore near dead. All battered up broken bones an' what-all I can't say. We put him to bed an' he's there yet, an' he'll never be the same man he was."
'O Avice, Avice, you must not go out like this! Don't you know that I am responsible for your safety? I am your well, guardian, in fact, and am bound by law and morals, and I don't know what-all, to deliver you up to your native island without a scratch or blemish. And yet you indulge in such a midnight vagary as this!
We were taken in groups, then individually, in flying togs, and God knows what-all. They will be shown in the States. If you happen to see them you will recognize my machine by the MAC, painted on the side. Seems quite an important thing to have one's own airplane with two mechanics to take care of it, to help one dress for flights, and to obey orders.
I didn't see anything in it then but revenge; but afterward I saw how we might spend some money to a possible advantage." Caleb's eyes had grown narrow. "I reckon I'm sort o' dull, Buddy; what-all did you do?" "Wired the disgruntled one that there was a letter and a check in the mail for him, to be followed by another and a bigger if his pole proved long enough to reach the persimmons."
"What-all happened to Brit Hunter?" Swan, with his plate filled and his coffee well sweetened, proceeded to relate with much detail the story of Brit's misfortune. "By golly, I don't see how he don't get killed," he finished, helping himself to another biscuit. "By golly, I don't. Falling into Spirit Canyon is like getting dragged by a horse. It should kill a man. What you think, Lone?"
"Cap'n John, can't you and the youngster lay your heads side and side and make out what-all this here hoss-captain mought be up to? It do look like he had some sort o' hatchet to grind, a-sending that Afrikin back to raise a hue and cry, and then a-letting his Injuns leave a trail like this here that any tow-head boy from the settlemints could follow at a canter."
"I takes me headlong flight by way o' the back room and on-root pitches Peg-leg's gun over into the canon, too, an' then whips around the corner of the saloon an' fetches out ag'in by the street in front. With his gun gone an' his leg gone, Peg-leg so long's y'ain't within arm's reach is as harmless as a horned toad. So I kinda hangs 'round the neighbourhood jes' to see what-all mout turn up.
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