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"Shoot his hoss, but don't tetch him!" was the next command. Several revolvers went off. Westerfelt's horse swayed at the rump and then ran sideways across the street and fell against a rail fence. Westerfelt alighted on his feet. He turned and drew his revolver, but just then his horse rolled over against his legs and knocked the weapon from his hand.
He ain't asleep; he looked too worried to sleep when he got back. He walked the floor the balance o' the night. Seems to me he's been through with enough to lay out six common men." Harriet did not answer. She turned into the office and went up the stairs to Westerfelt's room.
The girl remaining with her partner attracted Westerfelt's attention. She had rich brown hair, deep gray eyes, a small, well-shaped mouth, and a rather sad but decidedly pretty face. There was something very graceful and attractive in the general contour of her body her small waist, her broad shoulders and rounding chest, her well-formed head, and the artistic arrangement of her abundant hair.
Westerfelt's hands were over his face, but he took them down when he heard Washburn's step. "Did did she hurt herself when she fell?" he asked. "No, she's all right." Washburn hesitated a moment, then he added: "Mr. Westerfelt, you ought to go up to yore room an' try to rest some; this night's been purty rough on you atter bein' down in bed so long."
Westerfelt's boy ain't a-gwine to harbor no ill-will agin one o' his daddy's old friends that wus actin' the damn fool 'fore he knowed who he wus monkeyin' with." "You'd win on that bet, Mr. Hunter," and Westerfelt gave the old man his hand. Hunter's shook as with palsy as he grasped and held it. Tears rose in his eyes.
This is Jim Hunter a-talkin'." Two others pushed forward, taking off their sheets and masks. They were Joe Longfield and Weston Burks. "We are t'other two," said Longfield, dryly. "The Yanks killed off too blame many o' that breed o' men fer us to begin to abuse one at this late day. Ef Westerfelt's harmed, it will be over my dead body, an' I bet I'm as hard to kill as a eel."
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