Allers load your
gun. Who is that sharp, Mister Peets, who says, "Be shore you're
right, then go ahead"? He once ranches some'ers down on the
Glorieta. But what he oughter say is: "Be shore your gun's loaded,
then go ahead."'
"'That's whatever!' says Dan Boggs, he'pin' himse'f an' startin' the
bottle; 'an' if he has a lick of sense, that's what he would say.'
"'Which I lays down my empty gun,' goes on this Lyin' Jim, ' an'
starts for my buck to bootcher his neck a lot. When I gets within
ten feet he springs to his hoofs an' stands glarin'. You can gamble,
I ain't tamperin' 'round no wounded buck. I'd sooner go pesterin'
'round a widow woman.'
"'I gets mingled up with a wounded buck once,' says Dave Tutt,
takin' a dab of paint, 'an' I nacherally wrastles him down an' lops
one of his front laigs over his antlers, an' thar I has him; no more
harm left in him than a chamber-maid. Mine's a white-tailed deer
over on the Careese.'
"'This yere's a black-tail, which is different; says Lyin' Jim;
'it's exactly them front laigs you talks of so lightly I'm 'fraid
of.
"`The buck he stands thar sorter dazed an' battin' of his eyes. I
ain't no time to go back for my Sharp's, an' my six-shooter is left
in camp.
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