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Cowmen and Rustlers: A Story of the Wyoming Cattle Ranges

Chapter 8 GOOD-BYE.

Word Count: 833    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

ightest tremor. Then he quietly smoked his cigar and looked off in t

pressed by the occurrence, with the memory of the re

has visited our house several

often sat at our table; and, by the

he response; "why

ur mother noticed it; and, that there might be no mis

ch to the relief of Sterry, who felt a little uncomfo

rel with Col. Ringgold and went off with the ot

age himself," continued the s

significant repl

t surely w

s were false; he didn't want to be recognized, and I thought

ce did resemble Cadmus'," said

had the fight yesterday. He did his best to kill me, and came pretty near succeeding

was all that Jennie

as thinking hard, but it was his tur

e the enemy of all rustlers, but more because he believes

to parry this complimen

hitney has ever met, for it would be a sorry tribute to any man's

relieved from what threatened to bec

taste to refrain. None knew better than he the deep, tender affection existing between hi

you going to do abou

orm of a lamplighter. Then he applied a match to one corner,

Cadmus and his gang, and I shall

hudder at the peril to her friend, who had never been quite so near to her as during the last few hours, when

I have no desire to appear as a boaster or to make light of danger, but one

of supposing it is not

e should know it

ut there is no more excuse for my running away upon receiving such a warning than th

allel," was the comm

wn and wait for those rustlers to pick me off. I count on having somethi

" asked the astoni

ry, rising to his feet; "I h

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