It's flash on flash of lightnin';
an' thunder followin' on the heels of thunder-clap. As we-all is
cirklin' the little herd, an' singin' to 'em to restore their reason
with sounds they saveys, thar comes a most inord'nate flash of
lightnin', an' a crash of thunder like a mountain fallin'; it sort
o' stands us up on our hocks. It makes the pore cattle bat their
eyes, an' almost knocks their horns off.
"Thar's a moment of silence followin'; an' then this yere ontamed
Watkins, tossin' his hand at the sky, shouts out:
"'Blaze away! my gray-head creator! You-all has been shootin' at me
for twenty years; you ain't hit me yet!'
"Watkins is close to Boggs when he cuts loose this yere defiance;
an' it simply scares Boggs cold! He's afraid he'll get picked off
along with Watkins. Boggs, in his frenzy, pulls his six-shooter, an'
goes to dictatin' with it towards Watkins.
"'Pull your freight,' roars Boggs; 'don't you stay near me none.
Get, or I'll give you every load in the gun.'
"This Watkins person spurs his cayouse away; at the same time he's
laughin' at Boggs, deemin' his terrors that a-way as reedic'lous. As
he does, a streak of white fire comes down, straight as a blazin'
arrer, an' with it sech a whirl of thunder, which I thought the
earth had split! An' it shorely runs the devil's brand on Watkins.
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