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I fetched him coming in on me, and his head snapped back as if you'd laid the butt end of an axe against it. He went into the dust and about that time I heard Galloway saying, mild-like, "Go ahead, if you're a mind to. I'm takin' bets I can empty four, five saddles before you get me." Me, I'd held my own rifle in my left hand this while, so I just flipped her up, my hand grasped the action, and I was ready. The two of us stood there facing the nine of them and it looked like blood on the ground. Only nobody moved. The big handsome man who had been riding point for the outfit looked us over and said, "I'm Black Fetchen." Galloway, he spoke over to me. "Black Fetchen, he says. Flagan, are you sacred?" "Don't seem to be, now that I think on it. But I've been scared a time or two. Recall that Comanche out there on the short grass? There for a minute or two I figured he had me." "But you fetched him, Flagan. Now, what all do you figure we should do with this lot?" fair and honest who he was. He never tried to lie out of it. You got to give credit to a man who'll confess like that." "Maybe"--Galloway was almighty serious-- "but I think you're mistaken in this man. He owned up to the fact that he was Black Fetchen, but there wasn't the shame in him there should have been. I figure a man who can up and say "I'm Black Fetchen"' should feel shame. Might at least hang his head and scuff his toe a mite." Black Fetchen had been growing madder by the minute. "I've had enough of this! By the--ffwas "Hold off, Black." That was Colby Rafin talking. "I seen this two before, over nigh the Gap. These are Sacketts. I heard tell they'd come home from the buffalo range." Now, we Sacketts have been feuding up and down the country with one outfit or another for nigh on to a hundred years, and nobody could say we hadn't marked up our share of scalps, but nobody could say that we hunted trouble. When Rafin said that, we could just sort of see Black Fetchen settling down into his saddle. We weren't just a pair of green mountain boys |
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