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Updated: June 30, 2025
He stepped out of the tent and ran to the spot where Holt was lying under a mass of ice and snow. The young man threw aside the broken blocks that had plunged down from a ledge above. "Badly hurt, Gid?" he asked. "I done bust my laig, son," the old man answered with a twisted grin. "You mean that it is broken?" "Tell you that in a minute."
Minty, without speaking, crossed the shop, and administered a sound box on her brother's ear. "Take that, and let me ketch you agen layin' low when my back's turned, to put on your store pants." "The others had fetched away in the laig," said the boy, opposing a knee and elbow at acute angle to further attack. "You jest get and change 'em," said Minty.
Black Cloud's up ag'inst it, an' the audience begins to figger that the Lance's' medicine is too strong for Black Cloud. "What's the trouble with the red-eyed pony? That's simple enough, son. The Lance done creeps over in the night an' ties a hossha'r tight about the pony's laig jest above the fetlock.
His voice sounded excited. "Anybody hurt?" She was beginning to enjoy it all, feeling exhilarated over the drama of it. "Mist' Joe Mist' Joe Hoopah. He done fell offen de bridge into de ditch. Speck he done broke his laig." She caught her breath. "Dey done sen' me to git my cah. Said dey would lemme ketch up wid 'em. But Lawsy, de cah won' run."
"I reckon nothing that you don't. There was firin' down by the river. Looks like they found one o' the boys who went over the bluff." "An' there's a bunch of 'em strung out among the bushes close to the edge of the mesa. Fifteen or twenty, would you think?" "Must be that many, the way their bullets dropped round Tom an' me just now." "Tom much hurt?" "Flesh wound only in the laig."
Well, there I was with my laig busted, forty miles from even a whistlin' post in the desert, gettin' wetter and colder every blessed minute. Heaps of times in my life I've felt more comfortable than I did right then. I was hogtied to that shale ledge with my broken ankle, as you might say. And the weather and my game laig and things generally kept gettin' no better right along hour after hour.
And, as for the unavoidable love-interest " Charteris paused, grinned, and pleasantly resumed: "Why, jes arter dat, suh, a hut Yankee cap'en, whar some uv our folks done shoot in de laig, wuz lef on de road fer daid a quite notorious custom on the part of all Northern armies un Young Miss had him fotch up ter de gret hous, un nuss im same's he one uv de fambly, un dem two jes fit un argufy scanlous un never spicion huccum dey's in love wid each othuh till de War's ovuh.
Then he finished the food at his ease, while they cursed and whimpered from a distance. "'E's mad," moaned Trotter. "'Es 'ad a stroke. An' we'll get hydrophobia from 'im as like as not." He nursed his bitten wrist tenderly. "Look at my laig!" babbled the Signor. "It is a sacred bite, an' all-a da trouser tore. What da hell you fool wid da dog for, you big fool?"
Whitethorn, the winner of the race, was back in the ring and unsaddled before the old man reached the half-mile pole. Jockey Moseby Jones, plastered with mud from his bullet head to his boots, shaken and bruised but otherwise unhurt, clung to Obadiah's bridle. "Now, honey, you jus' stan' still!" he was saying. "Jus' stan' still an' we git yo' laig fixed up in no time; no time a-a-a-tall."
"Was that him they were carrying past the house?" she managed to ask. "Yas'm, I reckon. Dey aim to take him to Mis' Mosby's. Reckon I better hurry on." She reached over and seized him by the coat. "Was he much hurt? Did he seem much hurt?" "Well, yas'm. No'm. Leasewise, he say he ain'. But he cain't stan' up. Hit's his laig. Dey done pull him outen de ditch, wid it dubble unner him."
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