Tales from the X-bar horse camp : The blue-roan "outlaw" and other stories . to be a doin somethin an I know Dummy aintgot one thatll cut cold butter. In nine separate little packages wrapped in newspaperthe silver dollars were swinging at the end of pieces ofthread from a spool in Bobs war bag, the loose silverhad been placed in two empty tobacco sacks each hangingpendant from the tip of a limb, while three unbroken pack-ages of chewing gum, two apples and one rather dilapidatedorange swung from other branches. Stanley picked up the boys slate. Less see, heasked, whats Dummys real name? Dummy
Tales from the X-bar horse camp : The blue-roan "outlaw" and other stories . to be a doin somethin an I know Dummy aintgot one thatll cut cold butter. In nine separate little packages wrapped in newspaperthe silver dollars were swinging at the end of pieces ofthread from a spool in Bobs war bag, the loose silverhad been placed in two empty tobacco sacks each hangingpendant from the tip of a limb, while three unbroken pack-ages of chewing gum, two apples and one rather dilapidatedorange swung from other branches. Stanley picked up the boys slate. Less see, heasked, whats Dummys real name? Dummy 139 Pedro, answered Bob, busy making down their bedon the floor. Painstaking and slowly, he wrote: TO PEDRO A MERRY CHRISTMAS. YOU ARE SURE SOME SHEEP MAN. Then he propped the slate against the tree in plain sightof the lads eyes when he woke. Beats hell how a mans eyes gits to waterin this coldweather. Stanley wiped his eyes rather furtively as heturned toward their bed. Same here, replied Bob, blowing his nose with morethan usual vigor. Somethin sure does act onto
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