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Updated: May 3, 2025
You remember Wind-River Smith's pardner that the boys called Shadder, because he was so thin? Nice feller, always willing to do you a favour, or say something comical when you least expected it had kind of a style with him, too. Yes, sir, that's the man.
There was no harm in that, for they were well-behaved young folks. One look at their faces was enough. There were three of us in the bull-pen Bob, and Wind-River Smith, and myself. We'd brought up a herd of calves from Nanley's ranch, and we were taking it easy. 'Boys, says I, under my breath, 'they've made the riffle. "'No! says they, and then everybody had to take a pull at the glasses.
Kyle was for being married first, and then having his leg set, but I put my foot down flat. It had gone long enough now, and I wasn't going to have him cripping it all his life. But the doctor worked like a man who gets paid by the piece, and in less than no time we were able to call Loys in. "Wind-River Smith spoke to get to give the bride away, and we let him have it.
Range kids are brought up on them Wind-river bibles, as we call mail order catalogues. I'll bet you I can give offhand the freight on anything you can name, from a hair hackamore to a gang plow." "Fly at it, then," laughed Luck, with his hand on the doorknob. "I am going to be some busy myself. I'll just turn over the transportation problem to you folks. Adios."
'It's intellect does it, says Silver Tompkins. 'Oh, that's it, eh? says Wind-River Smith. 'Well, I'm glad I'm not troubled that way. I'd rather have a forty-four chest than a number eight head any day you can find in the almanac. And I'm with Smithy. This knowing so much it makes you sick ain't any better than being so healthy you don't know nothing, besides being square miles less fun.
"'Now you go after him, you jealous old sore-head, says I. 'Go on! I says, as he started to argue the point, 'or I'll spread your nose all the way down your spinal column! The only time to say 'no' to me is when I'm not meaning what I say, so away goes Wind-River, and they made it up all right in no time.
I guess it was because the boys was mostly old-timers, given to arguing about why was this and how come that. Argue! Caesar! It was a regular debating society. Wind-river Smith picked up a book in the old man's room that told about the Injuns bein' Jews 'way back before the big high-water, and how one gang of 'em took to the prairie and the other gang to the bad clothes business.
Ezekiel knew his biz and turned in a day's work right straight along, but when you'd say, 'Nice day, Scraggs? he'd heave such a sigh you could feel the draft all the way acrost the bull-pen, and only shake his head. "Up to this time Wind-river had enjoyed a cinch on the mournful act. He'd had a girl sometime durin' the Mexican war, and she'd borrowed Smith's roll and skipped with another man.
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