Some calls it the
Devil's Fryin'-pan. No water ner grass ner nothin' else 'ceptin' snakes. 'N'
Navvies kinda ownin' rattlers as bein' their breed uh cats, they don't kill
'em off, so they's a heap 'n' plenty of 'em in that basin.
"But I ain't aimin' t' git caught down in there, now I'm tellin' yuh! I aim t'
keep along clost t' that there butte, 'n' out on the other side where we kin
pick up luck's trail. I shore would do some rarin' around if that boy rode off
into a mess uh trouble, 'n' I'm tellin' yuh straight!"
"He's got some good boy at his back," Weary reminded him, loyal to his Flying
U comrade.
"You're dang right he has! I ain't sayin' he ain't, am I? Throw some more lead
back at them skunks behind us, will ye, Lite? 'N' the rest of yuh save yore
shells fer close-ups!" He grinned a little at the incongruity of a
motion-picture phrase in such a situation as this. "'N' don't be so dang
skeered uh hurtin' somebody!" he adjured Lite, drawing rein a little so as not
to forge ahead of the other. "You'll have to kill off a few anyway 'fore
you're through with 'em."
Lite aimed at the man riding in the center of the half-circle, and the bullet
he sent that way created excitement of some sort; but whether the Indian was
badly hit, or only missed by a narrow margin, the four did not wait to
discover.
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