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Even
now
half
a
score
of
these
ravenous
birds
,
attracted
by
the
report
of
the
pistol
,
are
hovering
in
the
air
--
their
naked
necks
elongated
in
eager
anticipation
of
a
feast
!
One
touch
of
the
spur
,
on
the
part
of
him
seated
in
the
saddle
,
would
give
them
what
they
want
.
"
It
would
serve
the
scoundrel
right
,
"
mutters
the
mustanger
to
himself
.
"
Great
God
,
to
think
of
the
crime
he
has
committed
!
Killed
his
own
cousin
,
and
then
cut
off
his
head
!
There
can
be
no
doubt
that
he
has
done
both
;
though
from
what
motive
,
God
only
can
tell
,
--
or
himself
,
if
he
be
still
alive
.
"
I
have
my
own
thoughts
about
it
.
I
know
that
he
loves
her
;
and
it
may
be
that
the
brother
stood
in
his
way
.
"
But
how
,
and
why
?
That
is
the
question
that
requires
an
answer
.
Perhaps
it
can
only
be
answered
by
God
and
himself
?
"
"
Yur
mistaken
beout
thet
,
young
fellur
,
"
interposes
a
voice
breaking
in
on
the
soliloquy
.
"
Thur
's
one
who
kin
tell
the
how
and
the
why
,
jest
as
well
as
eyther
o
'
them
ye
've
made
mention
o
'
;
and
thet
individooal
air
ole
Zeb
Stump
,
at
your
sarvice
.
But
'
taint
the
time
to
talk
o
'
sech
things
now
;
not
hyur
ai
n't
the
place
neythur
.
We
must
take
him
back
unner
the
live
oak
,
whar
he
'll
git
treated
accordin
'
to
his
desarvins
.
Durn
his
ugly
picter
!
It
would
sarve
him
right
to
make
it
uglier
by
draggin
'
him
a
spell
at
the
eend
o
'
yur
trail-rope
.
"
Never
mind
beout
that
.
We
need
n't
volunteer
to
be
Henry
Peintdexter
's
've
ngers
.
From
what
they
know
now
,
I
reck
'n
that
kin
be
trusted
to
the
Regulators
.
"
"
How
are
we
to
get
him
back
?
His
horse
has
galloped
away
!
"
"
No
difeequilty
beout
that
,
Mister
Gerald
.
He
's
only
fainted
a
bit
;
or
maybe
,
playin
'
possum
.
In
eyther
case
,
I
'll
soon
roust
him
.
If
he
ai
n't
able
to
make
tracks
on
the
hoof
he
kin
go
a
hossback
,
and
hyur
's
the
critter
as
'll
carry
him
.
I
'm
sick
o
'
the
seddle
myself
,
an
I
reck
'n
the
ole
gal
's
a
leetle
bit
sick
o
'
me
--
leestwise
o
'
the
spur
I
've
been
a
prickin
'
into
her
.
I
've
made
up
my
mind
to
go
back
on
Shanks
's
maar
,
an
as
for
Mister
Cash
Calhoun
,
he
's
welkim
to
hev
my
seat
for
the
reeturn
jerney
.
Ef
he
do
n't
stop
shammin
an
sit
upright
,
we
kin
pack
him
acrost
the
crupper
,
like
a
side
o
'
dead
buck-meat
.
