Me and him ain't friends exactly. I figure he's rode down to tell
the Tenlow man that I'm up here."
"You are sure?"
"Yes, Miss. I don't make no mistakes about him."
"Then one of our men has gone to get the deputy to arrest you, and you
are our guest."
"Thanks, Miss, for sayin' that. It's worth gettin' pinched to be _your_
guest."
"I did intend to ride down for the mail. Boyar needs exercising."
"So does the Guzzuh, Miss. It's queer how she acts when she ain't been
worked every day."
"I don't believe Anne would care to come, in the machine. I'll ask her."
And Louise stepped to the living-room.
Collie, who had been watching anxiously from the corrals, came across
the yard to the veranda. He was dressed for riding, and he had a gun on
his hip. Overland scowled. "You little idiot," he said, "when your Uncle
Jack's brains get ossified, just give the sad news to the press. You're
jest itchin' to get in a muss and get plugged. I ain't. I figure to ride
down the Moonstone Trail, steerin' the Guzzuh with one hand and smellin'
a bunch of roses in the other. Watch my smoke. Now, beat it!"
Louise, coming blithely from the living-room, nodded to Overland. Her
pensiveness had departed.
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