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"But if you will excuse me, suh, that pusson" Tweezy looked unspeakable things at the yellow horse "that pusson who has insulted our intelligences comes from Kansas. An' what a ho'se of his position, an' Kansas at that, says cannot, by any stretch of the halter, concern gentlemen of our position. There's no shadow of equal'ty, suh, not even for one kick. He's beneath our contempt."
"And what didja think I'd be doin' alla time?" grinned Swing Tunstall. "You wouldn't 'a' tried to knife me, anyway." "G'on. He didn't." "Oh, didn't he? You better believe he did. If I hadn't got a holt of his wrist and whanged him over the head with my Colt for all I was worth he'd 'a' had me laid out cold. Yep, li'l Mr. Luke Tweezy himself.
"They been after him to sell a long time," said Chuck Morgan, rolling a cigarette as he and Racey Dawson jogged along toward McFluke's at the ford of the Lazy. "Who?" asked Racey. "I dunno. Can't find out. Luke Tweezy is the agent and he won't give the party's name." "Has Old Salt tried to buy him out?" "Not as I know of. Why should he? He knows he won't sell to anybody."
"We wanna take possession soon as we can," persisted Luke Tweezy. "Shore you do," said the Judge, heartily. "No reason why you shouldn't wanna as I know of." "If you can't see yore way to getting at this business within a reasonable time I'll have to sue out a mandatory injunction against you, Judge, and " Dolan smiled wintrily. "What judge are you figuring on to grant this injunction?"
He bought county scrip at a liberal discount and lent his profits to the needy at the highest rate allowed by law. Luke Tweezy's knowledge of what was allowed by territorial law was not limited to money-lending. He had been admitted to the bar, and no case was too small, too large, or too filthy for him to handle. In his dislike of Luke Tweezy Racey Dawson was not solitary.
Swing clapped a hand over Racey's mouth and shoved him backward. "Shut up!" commanded Swing. "He dunno what he's talkin' about, the poor drunk." Thus did Swing Tunstall come up to the scratch right nobly. Racey could have hugged him. Instead he bit him. This in order that Swing should pull his hand away in a natural manner. Having achieved his purpose, Racey smiled sottishly at Luke Tweezy.
From the sparse and sandy strands of the Tweezy hair to the long and varied lines of the Tweezy business there was nothing about Mr. Tweezy that he did like. For Luke Tweezy's business was ready money and its possibilities. He drove hard bargains with his neighbours and harder ones with strangers.
Jack Harpe was the boy who opened the safe.... Huh? Shore, I know him and Jakey Pooley sicked posses on my trail. Why not? They hadda cover their own tracks, didn't they? But that ain't the point. What I can't help wondering is why Harpe and Pooley was fussin' with the safe in the first place. What do you guess, Luke?" Evidently Tweezy knew the answer.
Luke Tweezy was silent. "You don't expect me to grant a mandatory injunction against myself, do you?" pursued Dolan. "I can go to Judge Allison at Marysville or to Piegan City, and I guess " "I guess not," interrupted the Judge. "Judge Allison, as you know, is a Federal Judge, and these here eviction proceedin's are territorial business.
He's a-offerin' 'em something in a paper poke. They're a-eatin' it. He musta bought some candy. I'll bet they's all of a dime's worth in that bag. The spendthrift. How he must like them girls. It's yore girl he's shining up to special, Racey. Ain't he the lady-killer? Look out, Racey. You won't have a chance alongside of Luke Tweezy."
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