But now you've
done pounded me on top with that gun, they all gets jolted out of my
mind.'
"'Jest the same,' says Moore, 'if I was you, I'd take the saddle off
my emotions, an' hobble 'em out to rest some. Meanwhile I'd think up
a new system. You-all lacks reticence; also you're a heap too much
disposed to keep yourse'f in the public eye. I don't know how it is
in Texas, but yere in Arizona a gent who gets too cel'brated gets
shot. Also, I might add in concloosion that your Panhandle notions
of a good way to get confidenshul with a lady don't obtain none
yere--they don't go. An' so I warns you, never express your feelin's
with a lariat in this theayter no more. Wolfville yields leeniency
to ign'rance once, but never ag'in.'
"But, as I'm sayin'; about this Watkins over on the Eagle Claw:
Thar's a half-dozen of us--a floatin' outfit we be, ridin' the
range, pickin' up what calves misses the spring brandin'--an' we're
bringin' along mebby three hundred cows an' half-grown calves, an'
headin' for the bar-B-eight--that's Enright's brand--corral to mark
the calves. It's late in August, jest at the beginnin' of the rains.
Thar's a storm, an' everybody's in the saddle, plumb down to the
cook, tryin' to hold the bunch.
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