The Heart of the Range by William Patterson White
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"Do you like him as much as that?" Shrewdly.
"Not the way you mean." Dispassionately. "Then who is he?" "I ain't sayin', I tell you!" "You snitched on Nebraska." Persuasively. "This feller's different." "How different?" "None of yore business. Lookit, I'm doin' my best for you, but I won't have the luck every time that I had to-night--nor you won't, neither. Gawd! if I hadn't just happened to strike for a night off this evenin' I dunno where you'd be!" "Say, I thought you didn't dare let them see you have anythin' to do with me?" "I didn't, and I don't. But I had to. I couldn't set by an' let you be plugged, could I? Hardly." "But--" "'Tsall right, 'tsall right. Don't you worry any about me. I got a ace in the hole if the weather gets wet. But I wanna tell you this: If yo're bound to go on playin' the fool, keep a-movin' and walk round a |
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