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Updated: June 12, 2025
Racey, with real tears in his eyes, looked up at Swing and guggled, "I'm sho shleepy!" Then he laid his head upon his arms and slept. Luke Tweezy did not attempt to awaken him. Swing Tunstall advised against it. Luke Tweezy and he had a parting drink together.
The latter, anxious though he was to own the Dale place himself, had agreed to pay off the mortgage bought by Lanpher and Tweezy and take in return a 6 per cent. mortgage for ten years. No wonder Racey was pleased with himself. He had a right to be. As they crossed the Marysville and Farewell trail Racey's horse picked up a fortuitous stone. Racey dismounted. Mr.
"Yo're yo're lyin'," sputtered Luke Tweezy. "Am I? We'll see. When playin' cards with old Dale didn't work they caught the old man at McFluke's one day and after he'd got in a fight with McFluke and McFluke downed him, they saw their chance to produce a forged release from Dale." "Who did the forging?" broke in the Judge. "I dunno for shore. This here was found in Tweezy's safe."
Racey released the Tweezy ear, leaned back in his chair, and breathed triumphantly through his nose. Luke Tweezy likewise leaned back as far as his chair would permit, and fingered tenderly a tingling ear. "Whatcha gonna take Harpe's job for?" he asked, puzzled. "I thought you liked the Bar S such a lot."
Her native sons rely on themselves an' their native sires. Yes, sir." Then Tweezy lifted up his wise and polite old head. His affliction makes him bashful as a rule, but he is ever the most courteous of horses. "Excuse me, suh," he said slowly, "but, unless I have been misinfohmed, most of your prominent siahs, suh, are impo'ted from Kentucky; an' I'm from Paduky."
Racey, seething with rage, could only sit and hug his knees while Swing went up on the porch and was introduced to the two girls. It was some balm to his tortured soul to see how ill Luke Tweezy took Swing's advent. Did Luke really like Molly Dale? The old goat! Why, the man was old enough to be her father. And did she like him? Lordy man alive, how could she? But Luke Tweezy had money.
The sheriff listened in silence. Then he went to the body of the dead man, and examined the bruised and broken right hand. "I'm tellin' you," declared Racey with finality, "he hit somebody when he broke that hand." "He might 'a' broke it when he fell after being shot," put in Luke Tweezy. The sheriff shook his head. "He couldn't fall hard enough to break them bones as bad as that.
"Dud-don't remember," denied Racey. "Think," urged Luke Tweezy. "Am thu-thinkin'," Racey said, crossly. "What you wanna know for?" "I don't like to have folks talkin' so loose and free about me," was the Tweezy explanation. "Duh-hic-quite right," hiccuped Racey Dawson. "An' you are, too, y'old catawampus. You a friend o' mim-mine, Lul-luke?"
This purchasing by Lanpher and Tweezy of the Dale mortgage was the eminently safe and lawful plan of Jakey Pooley. In his letter Fat Jakey had written that it would take longer. And wasn't it taking longer? It was. Racey thought he saw the plan in its entirety, and was in a boil accordingly. He would have been in considerably more of a boil had he been blessed with the ability to read the future.
But it was almost twice as far from the Tweezy house to the dance hall as it was from the Judge's house to Tweezy's. That was something. Indeed it was a great deal. But he would have to work fast. All the neighbours would come bouncing out at the crash of the explosion. Racey paused to flatten an ear at the kitchen door.
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