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That’s what I thought. “No next time for me, Bob. ” I shrugged. It was useless. The passengers stood against the train with their hands raised. Each and every one of them, men, women and children, looked terrified. I wished I could tell them it would be over in a minute and everything would be all right, but they would know soon enough. Mix went to the passengers one by one, got their belongings. He went back to Carson with a hatful of wallets and watches and jewelry. ” I could see a nerve in his cheek jump.

I said, but I began saddling my horse in spite of what I had said. ” “I’m thinking about riding out of this. Let the boys down there do the train robbing. ” Bucklaw smiled at me. ” “Punching cows? Herding sheep? Hunting men? You call those real jobs. ” “This sure isn’t a real job. ” Bucklaw put his foot in the stirrup. “Sorry, Jim. After the war they didn’t leave nothing for us Johnny Rebs. ” Bucklaw swung into the saddle. “I’m going down there,” he said. ” “You don’t owe that scum anything. Besides, we’re outsiders; we haven’t got a price on our heads.

A big bull buckled its front legs and went down. “A lucky shot,” Johnston said. ” “You’re just jealous of a good shot. ” The herd had finally rumbled away having picked up our scent. I later learned that buffalo are pretty nearsighted and not very smart. A hunter could sometimes drop one after another of the beasts without arousing suspicion. But when they get wind of you, they’re gone like last year’s youth. We rode out to the bull I had shot. It lay on its side, tongue hanging out, eyes rolled up in its head.

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