“I tell yuh he did make out a will! You’re danged right he did! That day he had Williams, the lawyer, from Broken Butte he made out that will. Aw-w-w, ----, you make me tired!” “Wheezer” Bell spat angrily and hammered his boot-heel against the wall of the NR bunk-house. Wheezer was half-inclined to be mad at “Leather” Kleig, who was humped up in the shade, his thin, impassive face hidden under the brim of his wide sombrero.…
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