"'As I says, he carries on like he's hurt; an' he's packin' a six-
shooter. He seems familiar, too; an' while I looks him over I'm
wonderin' where I cuts his trail before.
"'As I has the advantage of a Winchester, I at last rides into the
open an' gives a whoopee. The party turns, comes limpin' toward me,
an' whoever do you allow it is? Which it's shorely Spanish Bill; an'
it's right yere he gets action on that bread on the waters he plays
in when he recovers me that time in Taos.
"'To make it brief, Spanish Bill tells me that after I leaves Taos
he goes over an' deals monte a bit at Wagon Mound. One night a
Mexican comes caperin' in, an' Bill gives him a layout or two. At
last he makes an alcy bet of fifty dollars on the queen; what the
Greasers calls the "hoss." The Mexican loses; an' instead of takin'
it easy like a sport should, he grabs the money.
"'As was his dooty, Spanish Bill bends his six-shooter over the
Mexican. Tharupon he searches out a knife; an' this yere so
complicates the business, Bill, to simplify things, plugs the
Mexican full of holes.
"'This shootin' is on the squar', an' no one takes hostile notice of
it. Spanish Bill goes on layin' out his monte same as usual.
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