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Brand, Max, 1892-1944

"Trailin'!"

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"What do you mean?"
"Nothin'."
"I'll go with you," said Nash, and turned with the other.
"Stop!" called Drew. "Boys, I know what you have planned; but let the
law take care of this. Remember that we were the aggressors against
young Bard. He came peaceably into this house and I tried to hold him
here. What would you have done in his place?"
"They's a dozen men know how peaceable he is," said Nash drily.
"Wherever he's gone on the range he's raised hell. He's cut out for a
killer, and Glendin in Eldara knows it."
"I'll talk to Glendin. In the meantime you fellows keep your hands off
Bard. In the first place because if you take the law into your own hands
you'll have me against you--understand?"
Kilrain and Nash glowered at him a moment, and then backed through the
door.
As they hurried for the barn Kilrain asked: "What makes the chief act
soft to that hell-raiser?"
"If you have a feller cut out for your own meat," answered Nash, "d'you
want to have any one else step in and take your meal away?"
"But you and me, Steve, we'll get this bird.


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