[Illustration: I goes to reaching for the dropped belt and six-guns when from behind, somebody sings out for me to reach for the clouds.] I’d heard a few shots the night before, and I had a hunch they was being _exchanged_; but as the deer season was open and the town dudes was out for ’em, I just figgered maybe a couple of bucks had made their last jump, and I let it go at that.…
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