Noah and Barnum had nothing on Piperock when the animals came two by two and the cowpunchers put on their own circuis. “Yo’re right,” agrees Magpie Simpkins. “As long as a man minds his own dang business around here his life just fleets. But any old time he horns in on somethin’ that don’t concern him his life assumes a muzzle-velocity of somethin’ like five thousand feet per second, duly describes the usual arc and hits the dirt with a dull thud.”…
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