Western field . he floor, andthe wagon turnin a corner rignt sharp justthen, tumbled the three of us out into thestreet, and kept right on goin, driver aint missed us yet, I reckon. I lit on top of the heap, plum loose fromhis nibs, and stickin my gun in my pocket,broke through the crowd. I didnt stop to ask nobody the way—I just kept on ambled into a Sheeny store and bought ahat; theyve got mine in that wagon toremember me by. Then I nailed one of themlittle kids that sells papers on the street,and give him a dollar to steer me to theUnion depot. And here I am. Jack
Western field . he floor, andthe wagon turnin a corner rignt sharp justthen, tumbled the three of us out into thestreet, and kept right on goin, driver aint missed us yet, I reckon. I lit on top of the heap, plum loose fromhis nibs, and stickin my gun in my pocket,broke through the crowd. I didnt stop to ask nobody the way—I just kept on ambled into a Sheeny store and bought ahat; theyve got mine in that wagon toremember me by. Then I nailed one of themlittle kids that sells papers on the street,and give him a dollar to steer me to theUnion depot. And here I am. Jack felt of his eye gingerly, as thoughthe feeling of it brought back painful mem-ories. What about your warbag? I inquired. Warbags aint botherin me none, hemuttered. I guess you like Chicago—eh. Jack? Ichaffed. Chicago! he growled truculently. To with Chicago! Gods country, where the bunchgrass grows, and where a mancan say what he thinks thout bavin a Sher-iffs posse tackle him, is good enough forme. ^^^^^%Vv. fVMiV. -SgoyMWIW-J ^^/?iV/5i1
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