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"Wal, that's the gun fighter of it," declared Colter, wagging his head, "Ever since that cow Fisher, why Queen has been sulkier an' sulkier He cain't help it He'll do the saet his everlastin' But he's the Texas breed all right"

"Say, do you reckon Blue really is King Fisher?" queried Somers

"Naw!" ejaculated Colter, with doard sweep of his hand "Many a would-be gun slinger has borrowed Fisher's name But Fisher is daid these it it--thet Blue was no would-be," declared Soenuine article"

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The subject irritated Colter, and he disesture and a counter question

"How many left in that Isbel outfit?"

"No tellin' There shore was enough of them," replied Soer, did you account for any of them?"

"Nope--not thet I noticed," responded Springer, dryly "I had my chance at the half-breed Reckon I was nervous"

"Was Slater near you when he yelled out?"

"No He was lyin' beside Somers"

"Wasn't thet a queer way fer a man to act?" broke in Somers "A bullet hit Slater, cut him down the back as he was lyin' flat Reckon it wasn't bad But it hurt hiered around Heas a tree An' ot rim satisfaction "When they shot my horse out froet my rifle Shore had to run, as yu seen Wal, as I only had my six-shooter, there was nothin' forof lead Wells was standin' up behind a tree about thirty yards off He got plugged, an' fallin' over he began to crawlto meet him But he dropped aboot half-way I went on an' took his rifle an' belt When I peeped out from behind a spruce bush then I seen Bill Isbel He was shootin' fast, an' all of them was shootin' fast That hen they had the open shot at Slater Wal, I bored Bill Isbel right through his middle He dropped his rifle an', all bent double, he fooled around in a circle till he flopped over the Riht up there somewhere below that daid spruce I'd shore like to see him"