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Grey, Zane, 1872-1939

"The U. P. Trail"

One they called Cordy--he shore did get offensive.
He's the four-flush, loud kind. I didn't want to make any trouble
for the girl Ruby--thet's her name--so I was mighty good-natured....
I dropped in Stanton's to-day. Ruby spotted me fust off, an' SHE
asked me to dance. Shore I'm no dandy dancer, but I tried to learn.
We was gettin' along powerful nice when in comes Cordy, hoppin' mad.
He had a feller with him. An' both had been triflin' with red
liquor. You oughter seen the crowd get back. Made me think Cordy an'
his pard had blowed a lot round heah an' got a rep. Wal, I knowed
they was bluff. Jest mean, ugly four-flushers. Shore they didn't an'
couldn't know nothin' of me. I reckon I was only thet long-legged,
red-headed galoot from Texas. Anyhow, I was made to understand it
might get hot sudden-like if I didn't clear out. I left it to the
girl. An' some of them girls is full of hell. Ruby jest stood there
scornful an' sassy, with her haid leanin' to one side, her eyes
half-shut, an' a little smile on her face. I'd call her more 'n
hell. A nice girl gone wrong. Them kind shore is the dangerest....
Wal, she says: 'Reddy, are you goin' to let them run you out of
heah? They haven't any strings on me.' So I slapped Cordy's face an'
told him to shut up. He let out a roar an' got wild with his hands,
like them four-flush fellers do who wants to look real bad.


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