Bucky laughed. "I ce'tainly seem to be interfering in your
affairs a good deal, Mr. Anderson. You may take my word for it
that you was the last person in the world I expected to meet
here, unless it might be this boy. I left him safe at a ranch
fifty miles from here, and I left you a staid business man of
Epitaph. But it seems neither of you stayed hitched. Why for this
yearning to travel?"
"He found me where I was staying. I was out riding alone on an
errand for Mrs. Mackenzie when he met me and made me go with him.
He has arranged to have me meet his wife in Mexico. The show
wouldn't draw well without me. You know I do legerdemain," Frank
explained, in his low, sweet voice.
"So you had plans of your own, Mr. Anderson. Now, that was right
ambitious of you. But I reckon I'll have to interfere with them
again. Go through him, kid, and relieve him of any guns he
happens to be garnished with. Might as well help yourself to his
knives, too. He's so fond of letting them fly around promiscuous
he might hurt himself. Good.
Now we can sit down and have a friendly talk. Where did you say
you was intending to spend the next few weeks before I
interrupted so unthinking and disarranged your plans? I'm talking
to you, Mr.
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