"Now, you've got just grounds for shooting me," he said gaily, and
instantly regretted his infelicitous remark
For both husband and wife fell grave at his words. It was Pelton that
answered them.
"I've been taught a lesson, Mr. Yesler. I'm never going to pack a gun again
as long as I live, unless I'm hunting or something of that sort, and I'm
never going to drink another drop of liquor. It's all right for some men,
but it isn't right for me."
"Glad to hear it. I never did believe in the hip-pocket habit. I've lived
here twenty years, and I never found it necessary except on special
occasions. When it comes to whisky, I reckon we'd all be better without
it."
Yesler made his escape at the earliest opportunity and left them alone
together. He lunched at the club, attended to some correspondence he had,
and about 3:30 drifted down the street toward the post-office. He had
expectations of meeting a young woman who often passed about that time on
her way home from school duties.
It was, however, another young woman whose bow he met in front of Mesa's
largest department store.
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