“Yuh’re sure game, darn yuh! I’ve purty near filled your jail with crooks, an’ left the evidence on the office desk, so everythin’ is legal and plumb accordin’ to law!” Jim laughed and took a step backward.
“Darn yuh! Stop!” Jack ordered. Then he added: “Hell! what’s the use? Yuh know my gun is empty!”
Jim Allen turned, and the crowd opened to let him pass.
Several hours later that night two riders were traveling across the desert, headed due south. As they went they sang:
“He’s neither rich nor handsome,
Unlike the city dude——”
Suddenly one of them broke off and laughed. “Slivers, I’m sure glad to have met yuh—’cause you’re the first man I ever knowed what sings worse than me!”
“If I does, yuh can shoot me!”
“Kid, we’ll sure fix up that mess of yours down in Texas. Yuh figger that gal is still waitin’ for yuh?”
“Yeh.”