What do you
think about Purdy?"
"A'm tink dat dam' bad luck she no git keel." The half-breed paused
and grinned: "De pilgrim she mak' de run for nuttin', an' you got to
ke'p on lyin' an' lyin', an bye-m-bye you got so dam' mooch lies you
git los'. So far, dat work out pret' good. De pilgrim gon' ke'p on de
run, 'cause he no lak' for git stretch for politick, an' you git mor'
chance for make de play for de girl."
"What do you mean?" The Texan's eyes flashed. "I just knocked the
livin' hell out of one fellow for makin' a crack about that girl."
"_Oui_, A'm know 'bout dat, too. Dat was pret' good, but nex' tam dat
better you start in fightin' fore you git knock clean across de coulee
firs'. A'm lak dat girl. She dam' fine 'oman, you bet. A'm no lak'
she git harm."
"See here, Bat," interrupted the Texan, "no matter what my intentions
were when I started out, they're all right now."
"_Oui_, A'm know dat, 'bout two day."
"It's this way, I be'n thinkin' quite a bit the last couple of days
there ain't a thing in hellin' around the country punchin' other folks'
cattle for wages. It's time I was settlin' down. If that girl will
take a long shot an' marry me, I'm goin' to rustle around an' start an
outfit of my own. I'll be needin' a man about your heft an' complexion
to help me run it, too--savvy?"
The half-breed nodded slowly.
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