Gunman's Reckoning by Max Brand
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and the Clipper get sore at the way you treat Suds. So here you are back
on the road with your gang all gone bust. Hard luck, Lefty." But Lefty whined with rage at this careless diagnosis of his downfall. "You're all wrong," he said. "You're all wrong. You don't know nothin'." The brakie waited, grinning securely into the night, and preparing his mind for the story. But the story consisted of one word, flung bitterly into the rushing air. "Donnegan!" "Him?" cried the brakie, starting in his place. "Donnegan!" cried Lefty, and his voice made the word into a curse. The brakie nodded. "Them that get tangled with Donnegan don't last long. You ought to know that." At this the grief, hate, and rage in Lefty Joe were blended and caused an explosion. "Confound Donnegan. Who's Donnegan? I ask you, who's Donnegan?" "A guy that makes trouble," replied the brakie, evidently hard put to it to find a definition. |
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