General stores -- Fiction; Married people -- Fiction; West (U.S.) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
The claimant, whose eyes by this time were bulging, exclaimed:--
"You've got a pooty long mem'ry, an' it's as good as it is long."
"As to that, I never saw the letter until yesterday. The man who
brought the horse showed me the letter; otherwise I shouldn't have
purchased."
The claimant and his companions exchanged looks of astonishment, and
the deputy drawled:--
"How'd he git it, Jim?"
"It beats me," was the reply. "Onless he went through the house like he
did the barn. That letter was in the Bible, where I keep some papers
o' one kind an' another, cal'latin' that's as safe a place as any, not
gettin' much rummagin'. He must 'a' knowed I had it. Oh, he's a slick
un, Bill is, when he gits dead broke an' wants to go on a spree. You
see, Mr. Somerton, the way of it was this: the wife was off visitin',
an' I was ploughin' corn, an' took some snack with me, an' some stuff
for the hosses, so's to have a longer rest at noon-time, not havin' to
go back all the way to the house. The colt was in the barn, so I didn't
miss him till I got home, long about dusk. Bill must 'a' knowed, some
way, my wife wa'n't home, an' I could see by the lot o' hay in the
colt's rack that he'd been took out 'fore the middle o' the day. I was
so knocked by missin' him that I've been on the track ever sence, an'
didn't think to look to see ef anythin' was gone from the house, but
the cuss must 'a' prowled 'roun' consid'able ef he got that letter.
Didn't bring in my rifle an' shotgun to sell, did he, nor flat-irons,
nor cook-stove?"
"No, although he did sell me a saddle and bridle. I hope you'll succeed
in catching the scamp."
"Oh, I ain't got no use for him. The furder away he gits, the better
satisfied I'll be. We ain't never had no other thief 'mong our
relations. I reckon it's you that ought to want him. What I want is my
colt, an' I'm goin' to have him--peaceful, ef I kin, or by law, ef I
must. He's thar--in your barn; I seen him through the door; so did my
frien's here, so there's no good beatin' about the bush an'--"
"Stop!" said Philip. "There's no sense in insinuating that I would
knowingly retain stolen property--unless you wish to have your tongue
knocked down your throat."
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