The Sheriff's Son
worrying herself sick about Jack. She never could tell when he'd be brought home dead. Well, Roy inherited fear. I 've noticed that when a sidewinder rattles, he jumps. Same way, when any one comes up and surprises him. It's what you might call constitootional with him."
"Yep. That's how I 've got it figured. But—" Pat hesitated and looked meditatively out of the window.
"All right. Onload yore mind. Gimme the run of the pen just as yore thoughts happen," suggested the cattleman.
"Well, I'm thinking—that he's been lucky, Dave. But soon as Tighe's tools guess what we know, something's going to happen to Beaudry. He's got them buffaloed now. But Charlton and Meldrum ain't going to quit. Can you tell me how your frind will stand the acid next time hell pops?"
Dave shook his head. "I cannot. That's just what is worrying me. There are men that have to be lashed on by ridicule to stand the gaff. But Roy is not like that. I reckon he's all the time flogging himself like the penitentes. He's sick with shame because he can't go out grinning to meet his troubles. … There ain't a
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