Johnny Nelson: How a one-time pupil of Hopalong Cassidy of the famous Bar-20 ranch in the Pecos Valley performed an act of knight-errantry and what came of itMulford, Clarence Edward
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Johnny Nelson: How a one-time pupil of Hopalong Cassidy of the famous Bar-20 ranch in the Pecos Valley performed an act of knight-errantry and what came of it
Mulford, Clarence Edward
Cowboys -- Fiction; Ranch life -- Fiction; Western stories
"'Done faded' never was born in Montana," she retorted, suspicion
glinting in her eyes. She lowered the gun until it rested on her knees,
but its muzzle still covered Johnny.
"Neither was I, Ma'am," he replied, smiling. "I was born in Texas, an'
grew up there. My greatest mistake was goin' north--but now I'm tryin'
to wipe that out. It's a long trail. Ma'am; an' I've wasted a powerful
lot of time."
"You shall waste some more; after that the speed of your departure will
doubtless largely compensate you. How do I know you are telling the
truth?"
"As to that, not meanin' no offense, I ain't none interested. An',
Ma'am, neither are you. I might say, as a general proposition, that no
stranger has any business askin' me personal questions; an', also, that
in such cases I reserve th' right to lie as much as I please, 'though I
ain't admittin' that I'm doin' it here. Pepper warned me that somethin'
was wrong, which it was by several hundred yards--an', Ma'am, shootin'
across a valley is shore deceivin'. Also I saw that one young lady
was goin' to mix up serious with three growed-up men--pretty craggy
individuals, from what I know of punchers. That was not th' right thing
for a lady to do--but I'm allus with th' under dog, I'm sorry to say,
so I horned in an' offered you a gun that would fill them fellers with
righteous indignation, homicidal yearnin's, an' a belief in miracles. I
knowed they wouldn't get hurt at that distance--you see, there's little
things like windage, trigger pull, an' others. But, Ma'am, th' sound of
that lead an' th' noise of that gun shore would pester 'em. They'd get
most amazin' curious, for men, an' look into it. An' when they found
me with a gun on 'em they'd get more indignant than ever. Now, Ma'am,
I've busted up yore party, which I had no right to do. If you wants
them fellers right up close so you can look 'em over good an' ask 'em
questions, say so, an' I'll go get 'em for you. I owe you that much.
But I don't aim to be no party to a murder," he finished, smiling, and
slowly and deliberately lowered his hands and rested them on his belt.
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