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Scott
sprang
toward
him
,
drawing
his
fist
back
to
strike
.
Beauty
Smith
cowered
down
in
anticipation
of
the
blow
.
"
I
've
got
my
rights
,
"
he
whimpered
.
"
You
've
forfeited
your
rights
to
own
that
dog
,
"
was
the
rejoinder
.
"
Are
you
going
to
take
the
money
?
or
do
I
have
to
hit
you
again
?
"
"
All
right
,
"
Beauty
Smith
spoke
up
with
the
alacrity
of
fear
.
"
But
I
take
the
money
under
protest
,
"
he
added
.
"
The
dog
's
a
mint
.
I
ai
n't
a
~
goin
'
to
be
robbed
.
A
man
's
got
his
rights
.
"
"
Correct
,
"
Scott
answered
,
passing
the
money
over
to
him
.
"
A
man
's
got
his
rights
.
But
you
're
not
a
man
.
You
're
a
beast
.
"
"
Wait
till
I
get
back
to
Dawson
,
"
Beauty
Smith
threatened
.
"
I
'll
have
the
law
on
you
.
"
"
If
you
open
your
mouth
when
you
get
back
to
Dawson
,
I
'll
have
you
run
out
of
town
.
Understand
?
"
Beauty
Smith
replied
with
a
grunt
.
"
Understand
?
"
the
other
thundered
with
abrupt
fierceness
.
"
Yes
,
"
Beauty
Smith
grunted
,
shrinking
away
.
