" The half-breed nodded and
Tex continued: "When that outfit goes up against the Wolf River hooch
you can bet someone's going to leak it out that there wasn't no reg'lar
bony-fido hangin' bee. That'll start a posse, an' that's why we got to
stay _cached_ good an' tight till this kind of blows over an' gives us
a chance to slip acrost the Misszoo. Even if it don't leak out, an'
any one should happen to spot the pilgrim, that would start a posse,
_pronto_, an' we'd get ours for helpin' him to elope."
"'Spose dey git de pilgrim," persisted the half-breed, "de, w'at you
call, de jury, dey say 'turn 'um loose' 'cause he keel dat Purdy for
try to----"
Tex hurled his cigarette into the blaze. "You're a damn smart Injun,
ain't you? Well, you just listen to me. I'm runnin' this here little
outfit, an' there's reasons over an' above what I've orated, why the
pilgrim is goin' to be treated to a good lib'ral dose of the rough
stuff. If he comes through, he'll stack up pretty close to a top hand,
an' if he don't--" The Texan paused and scowled into the fire. "An'
if he don't it's his own damn fault, anyhow--an' there you are."
The half-breed nodded, and in the dark eyes the Texan noted a
half-humorous, half-ominous gleam; "Dat, w'at you call, '_reason over
an' 'bove_', she damn fine 'oman.
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