The Night Horseman by Max Brand
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shoulders as if to shake off a chill.
"Dead? Nope. You don't have to shoot to kill when you can handle a gun the way Dan does. Nope, he jest wings 'em. Plants a chunk of lead in a shoulder, or an arm, or a leg. That's all. They ain't no love of blood in Dan--except-----" "Well?" "Doc," said Buck with a shudder, "I ain't goin' to talk about the exceptions. Mostly the news we gets of Dan is about troubles he's had. But sometimes we hear of gents he's helped out when they was sick, and things like that. They ain't nobody like Dan when a gent is down sick, I'll tell a man!" The doctor sighed. He said: "And do I understand you to say that the girl and this man--Whistling Dan, as you call him--are intimately and sentimentally related?" "She loves him," said Daniels slowly. "She loves the ground he walks on and the places where he's been." "But, sir, it would seem probable from your own reasoning that the return of the man, in this case, will not be unwelcome to her." "Reason?" broke out Daniels bitterly. "What the hell has reason got to do with Whistling Dan? Man, man! if Barry was to come back d'you suppose he'd remember that he'd once told Kate he loved her? Doc, I know him as |
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