Cattle Brands - A Collection of Western Camp-fire Stories by Andy Adams
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trifle close together for cow-herds. Besides, my men on a guard last
night heard gray wolves in these sand-hills. They are liable to show up to-night. Didn't I notice some young calves among your cattle this morning? Young calves, you know, make larruping fine eating for grays.' "'Now, look here, Shorty,' he said in a patronizing tone, as though he might let a little of his superior cow-sense shine in on my darkened intellect, 'I haven't asked you to crowd up here on me. You are perfectly at liberty to drop back to your heart's content. If wolves bother us to-night, you stay in your blankets snug and warm, and pleasant dreams of old sweethearts on the Trinity to you. We won't need you. We'll try and worry along without you.' "Two or three of his men laughed gruffly at these remarks, and threw leer-eyed looks at me. I asked one who seemed bad, what calibre his gun was. 'Forty-five ha'r trigger,' he answered. I nosed around over their plunder purpose. They had things drying around like Bannock squaws jerking venison. "When I got on my horse, I said to the boss, 'I want to pass your outfit in the morning, as you are in no hurry and I am.' "'That will depend,' said he. "'Depend on what?' I asked. "'Depend on whether we are willing to let you,' he snarled. "I gave him as mean a look as I could command and said tauntingly, |
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