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As
a
last
characteristic
,
Annixter
pretended
to
be
a
woman
-
hater
,
for
no
other
reason
than
that
he
was
a
very
bull
-
calf
of
awkwardness
in
feminine
surroundings
.
Feemales
!
Rot
!
There
was
a
fine
way
for
a
man
to
waste
his
time
and
his
good
money
,
lally
gagging
with
a
lot
of
feemales
.
No
,
thank
you
;
none
of
it
in
HIS
,
if
you
please
.
Once
only
he
had
an
affair
—
a
timid
,
little
creature
in
a
glove
-
cleaning
establishment
in
Sacramento
,
whom
he
had
picked
up
,
Heaven
knew
how
.
After
his
return
to
his
ranch
,
a
correspondence
had
been
maintained
between
the
two
,
Annixter
taking
the
precaution
to
typewrite
his
letters
,
and
never
affixing
his
signature
,
in
an
excess
of
prudence
.
He
furthermore
made
carbon
copies
of
all
his
letters
,
filing
them
away
in
a
compartment
of
his
safe
.
Ah
,
it
would
be
a
clever
feemale
who
would
get
him
into
a
mess
.
Then
,
suddenly
smitten
with
a
panic
terror
that
he
had
committed
himself
,
that
he
was
involving
himself
too
deeply
,
he
had
abruptly
sent
the
little
woman
about
her
business
.
It
was
his
only
love
affair
.
After
that
,
he
kept
himself
free
.
No
petticoats
should
ever
have
a
hold
on
him
.
Sure
not
.
As
Presley
came
up
to
the
edge
of
the
porch
,
pushing
his
bicycle
in
front
of
him
,
Annixter
excused
himself
for
not
getting
up
,
alleging
that
the
cramps
returned
the
moment
he
was
off
his
back
.
“
What
are
you
doing
up
this
way
?
”
he
demanded
.
“
Oh
,
just
having
a
look
around
,
”
answered
Presley
.
“
How
’
s
the
ranch
?
”
“
Say
,
”
observed
the
other
,
ignoring
his
question
,
“
what
’
s
this
I
hear
about
Derrick
giving
his
tenants
the
bounce
,
and
working
Los
Muertos
himself
—
working
ALL
his
land
?
”
Presley
made
a
sharp
movement
of
impatience
with
his
free
hand
.
“
I
’
ve
heard
nothing
else
myself
since
morning
.
I
suppose
it
must
be
so
.
”
“
Huh
!
”
grunted
Annixter
,
spitting
out
a
prune
stone
.
“
You
give
Magnus
Derrick
my
compliments
and
tell
him
he
’
s
a
fool
.
”
“
What
do
you
mean
?
”
“
I
suppose
Derrick
thinks
he
’
s
still
running
his
mine
,
and
that
the
same
principles
will
apply
to
getting
grain
out
of
the
earth
as
to
getting
gold
.
Oh
,
let
him
go
on
and
see
where
he
brings
up
.
That
’
s
right
,
there
’
s
your
Western
farmer
,
”
he
exclaimed
contemptuously
.
“
Get
the
guts
out
of
your
land
;
work
it
to
death
;
never
give
it
a
rest
.
Never
alternate
your
crop
,
and
then
when
your
soil
is
exhausted
,
sit
down
and
roar
about
hard
times
.
”
