Between gent an'
gent that a-way, I more'n half figger the 'ffections of a female is
migratory, same as buffaloes was before they was killed, an' sorter
goes north like in the spring, an' south ag'in in the winter.'
"'As for me; says Texas Thompson, who's moody touchin' them divorce
plays his wife is makin', 'you-alls can gamble I passes all females
up. No matter how strong I holds, it looks like on the showdowns
they outlucks me every time. Wherefore I quits 'em cold, an' any
gent who wants my chance with females can shorely have the same.'
"'Oh, I don't know!' remarks Doc Peets, gettin' in on what's a
general play, 'I've been all through the herd, an' I must say I
deems women good people every time; a heap finer folks than men, an'
faithfuller.'
"'Which I don't deny females is fine folks,' says Texas, 'but what
I'm allowin' is, they's fitful. They don't stay none. You-alls can
hobble an'sideline'em both at night; an' when you rolls out in the
mornin', they's gone.'
"'What do you-all think, Nell?' says Doc Peets to Faro Nell, who's
perched up on her stool by Cherokee's shoulder. 'What do you-all
reckon now of Texas yere, a-malignin' of your sex? Why don't you
p'int him to Dave Tutt an' Tucson Jennie? Which they gets married,
an' thar they be, gettin' along as peaceful as two six-shooters on
the same belt.
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