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Updated: May 3, 2025
As to borrowin' of me, you-all or any gent in hard lines can get my money by showin' he needs it worse than I do; an' to encourage you I might say I don't need money much. So, go on an' tell me the news about yourse'f, an' if it's as bad as the way you looks, I reckons I'll have to stake you, even if it takes half my pile. Tharupon Cherokee urges Slim Jim to onfold his story.
"It's one evenin' an' the moon is swingin' high in the bloo-black heavens an' looks like a gold doorknob to the portals of the eternal beyond. Texas Thompson fixes his eyes tharon, meditative an' pensive, an' then he wonders: "'Do you-all reckon, now, that folks is livin' up thar? "'Whatever do you think yourse'f, Colonel? says Enright, passin' the conundrum over to the editor of the Coyote.
I's hearn Christians talk, an' I knows dat God's talkin' to you, honey. Now, you go by yourse'f, alone like, an' ask God to make you good, as you say you want to, an' he'll do it, sure. "Here was a new thought, dat I could fin' God, an' not see 'im. But I did as Aunt Milla tole me. It 'peared like I must fin' God. My heart ached like, all thro' me, I's so anxious.
"'See yere, pard, says Dan Boggs, breakin' loose all at once, like he's so honest he can't restrain himse'f, an' jest as Texas heads out for the Red Light; 'you're a heap onknown to me, but I takes a chance an' stands your friend. Now yere's what you do. You stiffen yourse'f up with a Colt's '44, an' lay for this Texas Thompson.
But like a flash, he sees thar's nothin' to go in the air about nothin' that means him; an' he puts up his hardware an' composes himse'f. "'You-all conducts yourse'f like a sport who has something on his mind, says Texas Thompson, who's thar present at the time, an' can't refrain from commentin' on the start that bottle-smashin' gives Silver Phil.
"Marse Chan he didn' speak fur a minit, an' den he said: 'Who is with you? Dat wuz ev'y wud. "'No one, sez she; 'I came alone. "'My God! sez he, 'you didn' come all through those woods by yourse'f at this time o' night?
"'Whlch as thar's no calaboose to put you into, says Enright, when he's told by the Signal party that he can't make no bonds; 'an' as it's plumb ag'in the constitootion of Arizona to let you go, I shore sees no trail out but hangin'. I regrets them stern necessities which feeds a pore young man to the halter, but you sees yourse'f the Union must an' shall be preserved.
The horses in it bunched up, quick-eyed, alert, at the far side of the inclosure. Rawhide Jones and Toothy as they rode were taking down the ropes coiled upon their saddles. "We're goin' to change hosses here," Rawhide said, shortly. "Pick out one for yourse'f, Conniston." They had ridden into the corral, their ropes in their hands, each man dragging a wide loop at his right side.
'Shall we take this he-shorthorn along? An' he p'ints where them four tenderfoots is mixed up together in the back of the stage. "'He wouldn't be worth a white chip, says Cherokee, 'an' you-all is too hard hit to go, Texas, yourse'f. So take my regards to Enright an' the boys, an' smooth this all you know for Faro Nell. I makes the trip alone. "'Not much, says Texas.
It either out-lucks you or out-plays you whenever it's so inclined; an' it seems allers so inclined, Destiny does, jest as you're flatterin' yourse'f you've got a shore thing. A gent's bound to play fa'r with Destiny; he can put a bet down on that. You can't hold six kyards; you can't deal double; you can't play no cold hands; you can't bluff Destiny.
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