Sundown Slim by Henry Hubert Knibbs
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The cowboy evidently had something to say in confidence. Corliss
followed him to one of the tables. "It's this way," began the cowboy. "You're sore at Jack. Now Jack's got friends here and it won't help you any to let 'em know you're sore at him. I ain't feelin' like kissin' him myself--right now. But I ain't advertisin' it. What you want to do is--" "What's that got to do with me?" interrupted Corliss. Fadeaway laughed. "Nothin'--if you like. Only there's been doin's since you lit out." And he paused to let the inference sink in. "You mean--?" "Look here, Billy. I been your friend ever since you was a kid. And seein' you're kind of out of luck makes me sore--when I think what's yours by rights. Mebby I'm ridin' over the line some to say it, but from what I seen since you been gone, Jack ain't goin' to cry any if you never come back. Old man Loring ain't goin' to live more'n a thousand years. Mebby Jack don't jest love him--but Jack ain't been losin' any time since you been gone." Corliss flushed. "I suppose I don't know that! But he hasn't seen the last of me yet." "If I had what's comin' to you, you bet I wouldn't work on no cattle-ranch, either. I'd sure hire a law-shark and find out where I got off." |
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