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From: | Eustace Covington |
Subject: | autobiographical |
Date: | Mon, 11 Sep 2006 21:18:14 +0100 |
Well not get away so easy, if I know menin this
country.
Say, you Missouri hay seed, cant you see my feet?
Jett could see her and that any such action might arousesuspicion. That young
skinner ofHudnalls was leadin, an that ugly-face cuss was drivin thesecond
team.
As you aint got nerve tokill these men, you can
have it out with them to-night.
Milly heard the bitter quarrel which ensued,
between Jett and hiswife and the two lieutenants. The immense blue dome was alight,
mysterious, beautiful,comforting. Wereaimin to cross the prairie to the Red River.
Jett was saddlingthe fast horses he used in hunting. Under the brimof his sombrero
his eyes appeared to be black holes. They broke into trot, dragging the
saddledanimals behind the wagon. Milly was sorely in need of a little freedom of
limbs.
Beatsome sense into her or chuck her in the river.
Shake on it, said Follonsbee, extendinghis hand.
She had no assurance that he would helpher, but
there was a secret between them. Hislook, his whisper, had made of her a comrade,
brave to stand theoutcome. He chose an instant,probably the one in which Catlee
decided, and like a flash drew hisgun.
Theblackness that enveloped her was not all from
the blankets. Darkness settled down over the camp and the river. An even if we
hadtwo days start, a runnin herd would catch us.
At that juncture Pruitt and Follonsbee strode from
somewhere toconfront the Jetts. Seven days, and then the straggling lost bands of
buffalo!
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