"I got to go and have a talk
with Mac," he explained.
Denver got to the door first and his big frame filled it.
"Don't hurry, Reddy. It ain't polite to rush away right after
dinner. Besides, Mac will be here all day. He ain't starting for
New York."
"Y'u're gittin' blamed particular. Mac he went right out."
"But Mac didn't have a most particular engagement with the boys.
There's a difference."
"Why, I ain't got--" Reddy paused and looked around helplessly.
"Gents, I move y'u that it be the horse sense of the Lazy D that
our friend Mr. Reddy Reeves be given gratis one chapping
immediately if not sooner. The reason for which same being that
he played a lowdown trick on the outfit whose bread he was
eating."
"Oh, quit your foolin', boys," besought the victim anxiously.
"And that Denver, being some able-bodied and having a good reach,
be requested to deliver same to the gent needing it," concluded
Missou.
Reddy backed in alarm to the wall. "Y'u boys don't want to get
gay with me. Y'u can't monkey with--"
Motion carried unanimously.
Just as Reddy whipped out his revolver Denver's long leg shot out
and his foot caught the wrist behind the weapon.
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