The Flying U's Last Stand by B. M. Bower
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any one else.
"Well, by golly, I'd like to see anybody try that there scheme," blurted Slim. "That's all--I'd just like to see 'em TRY it once!" "Oh, you'll see it, all right--and you won't have to wait long, either. Just set around on your haunches a couple of weeks or so. That's all you'll have to do, Slim; you'll see it tried, fast enough." Pink eyed him with a wide, purple glance. "You'd like to make us fall for that, wouldn't you?" he challenged warily. Andy gave him a level look. "No, I wouldn't. I'd like to put one over on you smart gazabos that think you know it all; but I don't want to bad enough to see the Flying U go outa business just so I could holler didn't-I-tell-you. There's a limit to what I'll pay for a, josh." "Well," put in the Native Son with his easy drawl, "I'm coming to the centre with my ante, just for the sake of seeing the cards turned. Deal 'em out, amigo; state your case once more, so we can take a good, square look at these dry- farmers." "Yeah--go ahead and tell us what's bustin' the buttons off your vest," Cal Emmett invited. "What's the use?" Andy argued. "You'd all just raise up on |
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