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From: | Eva Garner |
Subject: | [Fenfire-dev] fatigue |
Date: | Fri, 8 Sep 2006 07:38:27 +0200 |
![]() Reckon itll have to be at the up end of the canyon.
Thatll cut two days off our Christmas vacation inFlag.
I got brains an six-sense eyesight, replied the
gloomycowboy.
It was something for the outlaw tolook again into
furious blazing honest eyes.
It makes me sick as a dog to remember the fights
Ive been in,let alone talk aboot them. An then youll be slated for a quiet rest
under apine tree! Lang and Madden, and especially young Reed, lied about
it.
Boss, Ill take the beatin, impolored Bud. Me an
Slinger, her brother, was friendsonce. The Hash-Knife will hide down heah, an then
go to operatinbig an bold. There was a long slow ascent thinning from forest to
park-like ground, upto the old cabin.
You can build a fireplace under the extension
roofthere. AndSlinger Dunn swore it was ten to one Id not come back. The little
outlaw plunged face forward and slid into the brush.
Then Sonoratold him that there was a camp somewhere
down outside the gateway of thecanyon. So until then I guess well have to play
mumblypeg. Upon it was scrawled in a crude, but legible hand-writing, the
wordMariana. Boss, Ill take the beatin, impolored Bud.
Divide it, accordin to what each of you
lost.
Slinger will watch the Hash-Knife gang
andreport.
He said you must have been driven to
outlawry.
Butlife is short in Arizona an who knows? Illgive
you that to move off, fair and square, like the good fellow Ibelieve you
are.
Stone is a persuasive cuss, Ive heahed men
say.
The doctor thinksArizona will make her strong
again.
Youll wake up somebody, admonished Bud, in a
fiercewhisper. At this juncture Stone took a noiseless and unobtrusive step closer
tothe sitting Malloy.
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