316 A Blackjack Bargainer
"He used to be district attorney," said Goree carelessly. "And, by the way, he's a first-class shot."
"I kin hit a squirrel's eye at a hundred yard," said Garvey. "So that thar's Col- trane! I made a better trade than I was thinkin'. I'll take keer ov this feud, Mr. Goree, better'n you ever did!"
He moved toward the door, but lingered there, betraying a slight perplexity.
"Anything - else to-day?" inquired Goree with frothy sarcasm. "Any family tradi- tions, ancestral ghosts, or skeletons in the closet ? Prices as low as the lowest."
"Thar was another thing," replied the un- moved squirrel hunter, "that Missis Garvey was thinkin' of. Tain't so much in my line as t'other, but she wanted partic'lar that I should inquire, and ef you was willin', 'pay fur it/ she says, 'fa'r and squarV Thar's a buryin* groun', as you know, Mr. Goree, in the yard of yo' old place, under the cedars. Them that lies thar is yo' folks what was killed by the Coltranes. The monyments has the names on 'em. Missis Garvey says a fam'ly buryin' groun' is a sho' sign of quality. She says ef we git the feud, thar's somethin'
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