So you might's well save yer wind 'cause there ain't
nothin' you can think up to say that'll fool me a little bit. I ain't
worked around hotels fer it's goin' on six years fer nothin', an' I
wouldn't trust no man--cowboys an' drummers least of all."
"Listen, Jennie, I ain't tryin' to tell you I wouldn't. Only this
time, I ain't. If I was, don't you suppose I've got sense enough not
to go to you to help me with it?" The girl waited with all outward
appearance of skepticism for him to proceed. "This girl went ridin'
with Jack Purdy--he borrowed the side-saddle from Cinnabar----"
"Did Cinnabar loan him that saddle fer any such----?"
"Hold on, now, Cinnabar don't know nothin' about it. Purdy wants to
borrow his side-saddle an' Joe says sure."
"He might of know'd if Purdy wanted it, it wasn't fer no good. You're
all bad enough, goodness knows, but he was the worst of the lot. I
hate Purdy an' you bet he cuts a big circle when he sees me comin'."
"Well, he won't no more," answered the Texan dryly. "Purdy's dead."
"Dead!"
"Yes. He took a pilgrim's girl out on the bench an' the pilgrim got
wise to it an' dug out after 'em. Got there just in time an' took a
shot at Purdy an' got him."
"Land sakes! I'm glad he did! If they was a few more pilgrims like
him that would get about half the rest of you, maybe the others would
turn decent, or take to the brush.
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