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"It was about Lou."
"Miss Lou, you viper."
"Oh, that's all right. Starbuck, you ricolleck I told you I had that
old-fashioned, single-barrel cap-an'-ball pistol. Here it is." He drew
forth an old pistol.
"Peters, I'd advise you to come after me with a mo' improved weepin."
"Oh, I'll do that an' with help from off yander, when the time comes. I
ain't atter you yit. I jest wanted to give you one mo' chance. An' when
I come shore enough, I'll fetch improved weepins. I ain't quite in my
official capacity now."
"Yo' app'intment has teached you big words."
"Yes," said Peters, tapping the barrel of the pistol, "as big as the
slug this thing is loaded with. My daddy told me that this here slug
went through his brother's heart an' was buried in a tree. It was dug
out an' now it's here--in this pistol ag'in. Jest fetched it along to
remind you of the past."
"Oh, my ricolliction is good, Peters. But I don't ricolleck how you come
by that old pistol. None of yo' folks ever tuck it away from any of
mine. I reckon some of yo' folks stold it outen the cou't house.
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