The Texan - A Story of the Cattle Country by James B. Hendryx
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page 219 of 292 (75%)
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"Are you aimin' to drive twenty head of horses off their own range
single handed?" "Sure. You can do it easy if you savvy horses." The Texan refrained from comment. He wanted to know who was supposed to be interested in catching him, and why. Had someone told the truth about the lynching, and was he really wanted for aiding and abetting the pilgrim's escape? "I reckon that's true," he opined. "They can't get me here in the bad lands." The other laughed: "You bet they can't! Say, that was some ride you put up down to Wolf River. None of us could have done better." "Did you say they was headin' this way?" "Who?" "Who would I be thinkin' about now, I wonder?" "Oh! Naw! They ain't ready to make any arrests yet. The grand jury set special an' returned a lot of indictments an' you're one of 'em, but the districk attorney, he claims he can't go ahead until he digs up the cripus delinkty----" "The what?" "Oh, that's a nickname the lawyers has got fer a pilgrim." |
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