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From: | bug-gfe |
Subject: | buffalo yardstick |
Date: | Tue, 29 Aug 2006 20:55:10 -0200 |
You quit me, left me in the lurch, replied Dabb
testily. He snatched at my mask, replied a girl, angrily.
An I told her I hadnt yet today, butthet youd be
in.
True, she has been in half a dozen times, went on
Winter. Oh, but surely you must want to dance some?
He cared nothing for Prestonssudden blows. Youll
excuse me, Dabb, but thisis blunt straight talk.
Everyone knows,of course, that you took the job to
be near Thiry Preston.
But what I wantto make clear to you Dabb, is that
Amy was never serious about me.
He wanted tosay good night to Thiry at the gate,
but could not. Before he knew what he wasdoing he clasped his arms round her, as she
stood a little above him. I want five hundred head of two-year-old steers in the
flat downthere by Slagles ranch.
There in the subdued glow of thelanterns they were
comparatively alone.
The scrape and thud of cowboyboots drowned the
patter and slide of lighter-footed dancers. Rock, more, perhaps,because of Thirys
unconcealed dread than for his own sake.
And before long, old-timer, youll be
glad.
Rock bowed gallantly to the slim creature on his
arm.
All the same as ranchers go, you surewere white.
And Ill want to know you, in case I need you. And no old rider or cattleman on this
range would say it,even if he thought it.
She did not speak again for several
blocks.
I growfurious at the thought of giving it up.
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