“You git on your horse and vamoose pronto. We don’t want yuh hangin’ around here; sabe?” The speaker was a tall, thin, dark-featured man, slightly round-shouldered. He was coarsely dressed and unkempt, as though he had but recently got out of bed, and he struck the pickets of the sagging gate, as though to emphasize his declaration.…
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