The Texan - A Story of the Cattle Country by James B. Hendryx
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so I just sauntered over an' took a look at the cayuses. Yourn's be'n
rode 'til he's sweat under the blanket--an' he ain't soft neither." "_Oui_, A'm fol' 'long we'n you make de ride. A'm t'ink mebbe-so two better'n wan." "Well, I was weaned right young, an' I don't need no governess. After this you----" The half-breed shrugged: "A'm tink dat tam way back in Las Vegas dat dam' good t'ing ol' Bat fol' 'long, or else, ba Goss, you gon' to hell for sure." "But that's no sign I've always got to be close-herded. Did you sneak up near enough to hear what the short-horn said?" "_Oui_, A'm hear dat. She mak' me laugh lak' hell." "Laugh! I didn't see nothin' so damn hilarious in it. What do you think about Purdy?" "A'm tink dat dam' bad luck she no git keel." The half-breed paused and grinned: "De pilgrim she mak' de run for nuttin', an' you got to ke'p on lyin' an' lyin', an bye-m-bye you got so dam' mooch lies you git los'. So far, dat work out pret' good. De pilgrim gon' ke'p on de run, 'cause he no lak' for git stretch for politick, an' you git mor' chance for make de play for de girl." "What do you mean?" The Texan's eyes flashed. "I just knocked the livin' hell out of one fellow for makin' a crack about that girl." |
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