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They dised runtled as they unloaded the two larger mules

The kyacks were lined up and the mantas spread over theer produced a ham of venison, some

beans, a bannock and some coffee--not to mention his two bottles of

fiery fluid--before any as passed regarding future plans or past

events

"Come here, Jim," said Jackson after a time, tin cup in hand The other

followed him, likewise equipped

"Heft this pannier, Jim"

"Uh-huh? Well, what of hit? What's inter hit?"

"Not old settin' there in

theer stooped and uncovered the kyacks, unbuckled the cover straps

"Hit's a true fack!" he exclaimed "Gold! Ef hit hain't, I'ot to say!"

Now, little by little, they told, each to other, the story of the

his ownyan two boys Ye needn't

be a-skeered they'll touch the cargo The gold ood band ter drive north now Soht an' most they stole, but no rancher cares fer horses here an'