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“First time I’ve been in the village for weeks,” went on Lassiter,
mildly. “I reckon there ain’t been more of a show for a long time. Me
an’ Venters walkin’ down the road! It was funny. I ain’t sayin’ anybody
was particular glad to see us. I’m not much thought of hereabouts, an’
Venters he sure looks like what you called him, a wild man. Well, there
was some runnin’ of folks before we got to the stores. Then everybody
vamoosed except some surprised rustlers in front of a saloon. Venters
went right in the stores an’ saloons, an’ of course I went along. I
don’t know which tickled me the most—the actions of many fellers we
met, or Venters’s nerve. Jane, I was downright glad to be along. You
see _that_ sort of thing is my element, an’ I’ve been away from it for
a spell. But we didn’t find Tull in one of them places. Some Gentile
feller at last told Venters he’d find Tull in that long buildin’ next
to Parsons’s store. It’s a kind of meetin’-room; and sure enough, when
we peeped in, it was half full of men.
“Venters yelled: ‘Don’t anybody pull guns! We ain’t come for that!’
Then he tramped in, an’ I was some put to keep alongside him. There was
a hard, scrapin’ sound of feet, a loud cry, an’ then some whisperin’,
an’ after that stillness you could cut with a knife. Tull was there,
an’ that fat party who once tried to throw a gun on me, an’ other
important-lookin’ men, en’ that little frog-legged feller who was with
Tull the day I rode in here. I wish you could have seen their faces,
’specially Tull’s an’ the fat party’s. But there ain’t no use of me
tryin’ to tell you how they looked.
“Well, Venters an’ I stood there in the middle of the room with that
batch of men all in front of us, en’ not a blamed one of them winked an
eyelash or moved a finger. It was natural, of course, for me to notice
many of them packed guns. That’s a way of mine, first noticin’ them
things. Venters spoke up, an’ his voice sort of chilled an’ cut, en’ he
told Tull he had a few things to say.”
Here Lassiter paused while he turned his sombrero round and round, in
his familiar habit, and his eyes had the look of a man seeing over
again some thrilling spectacle, and under his red bronze there was
strange animation.
“Like a shot, then, Venters told Tull that the friendship between you
an’ him was all over, an’ he was leaving your place. He said you’d both
of you broken off in the hope of propitiatin’ your people, but you
hadn’t changed your mind otherwise, an’ never would.
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