"You can put in your order now for them earrings we were
mentionin', Mr. Deadeasy. You see, I had to puncture this one so
folks would know they were mates."
"I'll put you in the pen for this," the fellow whined, in terror.
"Funny how you will get off the subject. We were discussin' an
apology when you got to wandering in yore haid."
The mottled face showed white in patches. Beads of perspiration
stood out on the forehead of Hardman. "I didn't aim to hurt him
any. I'll be right glad to explain to you "
A bullet plowed a path through the long hair that fell to the
showman's shoulders and snipped a lock from it.
"You don't need to explain a thing to me, seh. I'm sure resting
easy in my mind. But as you were about to re-mark you're fair
honin' for a chance to ask the kid's pardon. Now, ain't I a mind
reader, seh?"
A trembling voice stammered huskily an apology.
"Better late than too late. Now, I've a good mind to take a vote
whether I'd better unload the rest of the pills in this old
reliable medicine box at you. Mebbe I ought to pump one into that
coyote heart of yours."
The fellow went livid.
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