Of course, old Bill Drew, he'd done the killing, but that wasn't
any reason why he had to take the blame.
"They made up their minds that right there and then with the dead men
lyin' all around 'em, they'd match coins to see which one would take the
blame of havin' killed Piotto--meanin' that the other one would get the
girl--if he could.
"And Bard lost. So he had to take the credit of havin' killed old
Piotto. I'd of give something to have seen the two of 'em sittin'
there--oozin' blood--after that marchin' was decided. Because they tell
me that Bard was as big as Drew and looked pretty much the same.
"Then Bard, he asked Drew to let him have one chance at the girl,
lettin' her know first what he'd done, but jest trustin' to his power of
talk. Which, of course, didn't give him no show. While he was makin'
love to the girl she outs with a knife and tries to stick him--nice,
pleasant sort she must have been--and Drew, he had to pry the two of 'em
apart.
"That made the girl look sort of kind on Drew and she swore that sooner
or later she'd have the blood of Bard for what he'd done--either have it
herself or else send someone after him to the end of the world.
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