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You'll get right to Meetin' on Sundays with your boots greased elegant, an' your pants darned reg'lar by your wimmin-folk wot's proud of yer, an' don't kick when you blow into a natty game o' 'draw. You'll have your kids lookin' up at your fancy iled locks, an' your bow-tie, an' in their little minds they'll wonder an' wonder how it come your mouths ain't drippin' t'baccer juice, an' how they ain't got cow-hided 'fore the breakfast they mostly have to guess at, an' how it come you're leadin' them, 'stead o' them leadin' you, an' how their little bellies is blown out with grub like a litter o' prize hogs.

I thought this high country might do her good." "It's right high for some. Folks got to take it easy at first; 'specially wimmin-folk. I'm right sorry your girl ain't well." "Thank you. I shouldn't have mentioned it. She is really curious to know how you live, what you do, and, in fact, what a real live ranger looks like. Mr. Shoop told her something about you while we were in Jason.

He'll try this here stunt again. There's a reward out for him." "But won't you please!" Lorry flushed. "You got a good heart all right, but you ain't been long in the West. Such as him steals hosses and holds up folks and robs trains " "But you're not an officer," she said, somewhat unkindly. "I reckon any man is an officer when wimmin-folk is gettin' robbed.

I bet you a new hat Jim Waring ain't said Brewster's name to a soul and he knows. I'm goin' over to Stacey. Any mail the stage didn't get?" "Letter for Mrs. Adams." "Uh-uh. Lorry writes to his ma like he was her beau reg'lar and plenty. Funny thing, you can't get a word out of him about wimmin-folk, neither. He ain't that kind of a colt.

"What you callin' yourself?" asked Lorry. "A dam' fool." "I knew that. Anything else?" "Waco mebby." "Waco, eh? Well, that's an insult to Texas. What's your idea in holdin' up wimmin-folk, anyhow?" "Mebby you'd hold up anybody if you hadn't et since yesterday morning." "Think I believe that?" "Suit yourself. You got me down." "Well, you can get up and get movin'." The man rose.

McLagan shrugged. "Guess I don't want wimmin-folk in mine. You're goin' to hold your job?" "Sure. You see, boss " Jim began to explain. But McLagan broke in. "You can have it for rent, boy," he said. "It suits me, if you don't mean quittin'." "I don't mean quitting," said Jim. "I'm going to run it with a hired man. Y'see I've got one hundred and fifty stock and a bit saved for building.