Now, I reckon yuh had to come clear up here to tell me that th’ grub is on th’ table, eh? Of all th’ gol dinged----” The grumbler turned from his inspection of the three split fuses in the gopher hole and cast a baleful glance in my direction. He spat against the side of the cut and smiled after looking me over from new sombrero to riding boots.…
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