"That's right; an' you can gamble your deepest chip when folks
begins to overlook drinks, an' a glass of whiskey lasts energetic
people half an hour, they's shorely some rapt.
"Even the coyotes cashes in an' quits their howls whenever the Deef
Woman drug her chair up to that piano an' throws loose. An' them
coyotes afterward, when she turns up her box an' stops dealin', gets
that bashful an' taciturn they ain't sayin' a word; but jest
withholds all yells entire the rest of the night.
"But thar's no use talkin' hours about the Deef Woman's music. It
only lasts a week; even if Wolfville does brag of it yet.
"It's this a-way: It's while Pinon Bill is romancin' round the time
I mentions, that we-alls rolls outen our blankets one mornin' an'
picks up a party whose name's Burke. This yere Burke is shot in the
back; plumb dead, an' is camped when we finds him all cold an' stiff
out back of the New York store.
"The day before, Burke, who's a miner, diggin' an' projectin' 'round
over in the Floridas, is in camp layin' in powder an' fuse a whole
lot, with which he means to keep on shootin' up the he'pless bosoms
of the hills like them locoed miner people does.
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