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The freakish resolves of the old-tied for on, his face griood-by now Hit's for keeps"

"No? Then why? You are like an old friend to me What don't I owe to

you?"

"Ye don't owe nothin' ter me yit, Miss Molly But I want ye ter think

kindly o' old Ji I

kin do fer ye is ter bring Will Banion ter ye"

"You are a good ate "But then?"

"Ye see, Miss Molly, I had six quarts o' ru Hit ain't I'll tell ye why Last night I drinked up

ood rum, an

ez I lay lookin' up at the stars, all ter oncet hit come ter me that I

was jest exactly, no more an' no less, jest ter the ha'r, ez drunk I was

on the leetle spree with Kit at Laramie Warn't that fine? An' warn't

hit useful? Nach'erl, bein' jest even up, I done thought o' everything I

been fergettin' Hit all cohtnin'

What it was Kit Carson told me I kno, but no one else shall know

No, not even you, Miss Molly I kain't tell ye, so don't ask