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Dose Juice

“Well, at first we’ll not be near enough to th’ house for th’ boys to have time to ride in for meals,” Cimarron replied. “You see, as we move over th’ range, our cook moves with us, which saves time. Mebby when ‘we work close at hand you can cook a meal for us—but I’m sayin’ that you don’t know what yo’re tryin’ to get into. I’ll be leavin’ now, Ma’am. If you hears anythin’, or sees anythin’ that you don’t understand, don’t you worry none. I’m goin’ out to start th’ boys. Good afternoon. Ma’am.”

Constant dropping wears the stone.

While events were moving smoothly and swiftly on the SV, a new freight wagon rumbled north over the Highbank-Gunsight trail; and about the time that a circle of tired but happy punchers sat around a roaring fire on the west end of the SV ranch, the great wagon rolled around the corner of the hotel in Gunsight and the weary driver got down stiffly to put up and attend to his four-horse team. After becoming acquainted with George, and eating a hasty supper in the hotel, Jerry Wheatley went around to Dave’s to make the acquaintance of that person and whoever else might be in the saloon, and to tell about Wolf Forbes and his trip to Highbank. He found the place quiet, but he left it full of hysterical laughter, wet eyes, sore sides, and some hiccups. And before he had gone to sleep, Dave’s patrons were emulating some of the substantial citizens of Highbank in the avidity with which they sought strength from Dave’s merchandise. An occasional burst of uproarious laughter brought the freighter back from the shadowy boundaries of sleep and set his bed shaking as he silently joined in. Realizing that Wolf’s miseries were going to do more for him in the matter of getting acquainted along the way than a dozen ordinary trips up the trail would accomplish, he smiled contentedly and fell asleep.

 

“Well, at first we’ll not be near enough to th’ house for th’ boys to have time to ride in for meals,” Cimarron replied. “You see, as we move over th’ range, our cook moves with us, which saves time. Mebby when ‘we work close at hand you can cook a meal for us—but I’m sayin’ that you don’t know what yo’re tryin’ to get into. I’ll be leavin’ now, Ma’am. If you hears anythin’, or sees anythin’ that you don’t understand, don’t you worry none. I’m goin’ out to start th’ boys. Good afternoon. Ma’am.”

 

“Yo’re welcome if you has money with you,” laughed Slim. “We make it a point to entertain visitors with plenty of poker. Which reminds me that this must be visitors’ week on th’ Double X. Larry Hallock’s three brothers is visitin’ him, an’ Pete Wiggins’ boy, Arch, dropped in last night. Arch quit th’ Circle 4 an’ was goin’ to Highbank to see his dad, an’ spend his month’s wages. He’s still able to go an’ see his dad, but there ain’t no danger of him spendin’ any of them wages in town. He can’t leave us, now. We got him interested in our entertainment an’ he ain’t got no money left. He aims to stay around an’ get it back. We aim to get his hoss an’ fixin’s, an’ then lend ’em to him so he can go down an’ strike old Wiggins for enough to redeem ’em. Th’ Hallock boys are doin’ a little better, but we have hopes. Now that yo’re headed for our web, I’m shore everythin’ will be real cheerful. Anyhow, we’ll make you welcome, little stranger, for we’ve got ideas about you that have kept grins on th’ faces of our outfit. Th’ boys are honin’ to pump you. Has th’ Doc been kidnapped again, or has Squint come back?”

While events were moving smoothly and swiftly on the SV, a new freight wagon rumbled north over the Highbank-Gunsight trail; and about the time that a circle of tired but happy punchers sat around a roaring fire on the west end of the SV ranch, the great wagon rolled around the corner of the hotel in Gunsight and the weary driver got down stiffly to put up and attend to his four-horse team. After becoming acquainted with George, and eating a hasty supper in the hotel, Jerry Wheatley went around to Dave’s to make the acquaintance of that person and whoever else might be in the saloon, and to tell about Wolf Forbes and his trip to Highbank. He found the place quiet, but he left it full of hysterical laughter, wet eyes, sore sides, and some hiccups. And before he had gone to sleep, Dave’s patrons were emulating some of the substantial citizens of Highbank in the avidity with which they sought strength from Dave’s merchandise. An occasional burst of uproarious laughter brought the freighter back from the shadowy boundaries of sleep and set his bed shaking as he silently joined in. Realizing that Wolf’s miseries were going to do more for him in the matter of getting acquainted along the way than a dozen ordinary trips up the trail would accomplish, he smiled contentedly and fell asleep.

 

“Well, at first we’ll not be near enough to th’ house for th’ boys to have time to ride in for meals,” Cimarron replied. “You see, as we move over th’ range, our cook moves with us, which saves time. Mebby when ‘we work close at hand you can cook a meal for us—but I’m sayin’ that you don’t know what yo’re tryin’ to get into. I’ll be leavin’ now, Ma’am. If you hears anythin’, or sees anythin’ that you don’t understand, don’t you worry none. I’m goin’ out to start th’ boys. Good afternoon. Ma’am.”

 

“Yo’re welcome if you has money with you,” laughed Slim. “We make it a point to entertain visitors with plenty of poker. Which reminds me that this must be visitors’ week on th’ Double X. Larry Hallock’s three brothers is visitin’ him, an’ Pete Wiggins’ boy, Arch, dropped in last night. Arch quit th’ Circle 4 an’ was goin’ to Highbank to see his dad, an’ spend his month’s wages. He’s still able to go an’ see his dad, but there ain’t no danger of him spendin’ any of them wages in town. He can’t leave us, now. We got him interested in our entertainment an’ he ain’t got no money left. He aims to stay around an’ get it back. We aim to get his hoss an’ fixin’s, an’ then lend ’em to him so he can go down an’ strike old Wiggins for enough to redeem ’em. Th’ Hallock boys are doin’ a little better, but we have hopes. Now that yo’re headed for our web, I’m shore everythin’ will be real cheerful. Anyhow, we’ll make you welcome, little stranger, for we’ve got ideas about you that have kept grins on th’ faces of our outfit. Th’ boys are honin’ to pump you. Has th’ Doc been kidnapped again, or has Squint come back?”

Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm.

Three ropes dropped over the surprised ex-tally man and were drawn not unpleasantly tight. He thought it might be a joke, so he grinned; it would not do to let anyone think he took it seriously, because it might cause them to take it that way. “Takes three men on[210] hosses to rope me,” he jeered, chuckling. “Better get th’ rest of th’ gang before I gets rough an’ boisterous.”