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"Wal, talk," ordered Colter, harshly

"Ji a deep breath, "but what there is is shore interestin' Me an' Somers took Antonio with us He left his woman with the sheep An' we rode up the canyon, clue That's the e've been huntin' fer tracks Up thar in a bare spot we run pluht out in the open Queerest sight y'u ever seen! The dahter had set down to wait for Isbel, as trailin' him, as we suspected---an' he died thar He wasn't cold e found him Somers was quick to see a trick So he propped Queen up an' tied the guns to his hands--an', Jiuns was empty! Not a shell left! It beat us holler We left hih on the bluff, mebbe a hundred yards off The hosses we left back of a thicket An' aited thar a long tih, the half-breed come He was too smart Too much Injun! He would not cross the open, but went around An' then he seen Queen It was great to watch hiht fer Queen This is when I wanted to shoot I could have plugged hiot up to Queen he was sort of half hid by the tree An' I couldn't wait no longer, so I shot I hit hiun to shoot Somers showed hiazine on So to figger mebbe he was out of shells When I seen him run I was certain of it Then we made for the hosses an' rode after Isbel Pretty soon I seen hie I yelled an' spurred after hiot a shot at Isbel He ran out of sight I follered hirass until I couldn't trail hione down over the cliffs He couldn't have done nothin' else without me seein' him I found his rifle, an' here it is to prove what I say I had to go back to climb down off the Ri that all, hidin' in the brush, hard hit if I know anythin' aboot the color of blood"