He's a middlin' shot with a Colt's .44 an' can protect himse'f at
poker. But nobody ever reckons before that Texas can think. Which I
even yet deems this partic'lar time a inspiration, in which event
Texas Thompson don't have to think.
"It's over in the Red Light the second after. noon when Texas turns
loose a whole lot.
"'Enright,' he says, 'I shore has a preemonition this yere Burke
gets plugged by Pinon Bill.'
"'How does the kyards run so as to deal s'picions on Pinon Bill?'
says Enright.
"'This a-way,' says Texas, some confident an' cl'ar; 'somebody downs
Burke; that's dead certain. Burke don't put that hole in the middle
of his back himse'f; no matter how much he reckons it improves him.
Then, when it's someone else who is it? Now,' goes on Texas, as glib
as wolves, 'yere's how I argues: You-all don't do it; Peets don't do
it; Boggs don't do it; thar's not one of us who does it. An' thar
you be plumb down to Pinon Bill. In the very nacher of the deal,
when no one else does it an' it's done, Pinon Bill's got to do it. I
tells you as shore as my former wife at Laredo's writin' insultin'
letters to me right now, this yere Pinon Bill's the party who shoots
up that miner gent Burke.
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