Jud Hardy stared at the cook and slowly put down his hands.“That shore as hell beats me,” declared the cook foolishly. “What was all that gunplay about, Jud?”Jud spat savagely and went after his gun. It had struck on its muzzle and was half-full of dirt and gravel. Jud came back to the kitchen door, swearing to himself.“Gee-mighty, that feller was shore forked!” said the cook. “Didja ever see a gun pulled thataway, Jud. Jistwhap! And you’re it.”“Yeah,” growled Jud darkly. He was fast with a gun himself.“What did he want, Jinyus?”“Breakfast.”“Tha’sso? Is that all?”“Well, that’s all he asked for.”“What did he pick up off the ground? He was showin’ it to you.”“Oh, that,” the cook grinned. “Nothin’ but one of them little empty twenty-two shells. He asked me if we’d been havin’ target practise, and I said that ever since Cutter had sent for that damn gun, they’d been shootin’ at everythin’.”Jud stared at Jinyus for several moments.“Yea-a-a-ah? The hell he did!”“Shore did. Go wash your face and I’ll have you some eggs.”“To hell with the eggs! I’m goin’ to town.”Jud whirled and ran down to the bunkhouse. Jinyus looked after him, shaking his head.“I dunno what it’s all about,” he told himself aloud, “but it looks t’ me as though somebody was all het up. My, but that jigger shore can yank a six-gun!”
Jud Hardy stared at the cook and slowly put down his hands.
“That shore as hell beats me,” declared the cook foolishly. “What was all that gunplay about, Jud?”
Jud spat savagely and went after his gun. It had struck on its muzzle and was half-full of dirt and gravel. Jud came back to the kitchen door, swearing to himself.
“Gee-mighty, that feller was shore forked!” said the cook. “Didja ever see a gun pulled thataway, Jud. Jistwhap! And you’re it.”
“Yeah,” growled Jud darkly. He was fast with a gun himself.
“What did he want, Jinyus?”
“Breakfast.”
“Tha’sso? Is that all?”
“Well, that’s all he asked for.”
“What did he pick up off the ground? He was showin’ it to you.”
“Oh, that,” the cook grinned. “Nothin’ but one of them little empty twenty-two shells. He asked me if we’d been havin’ target practise, and I said that ever since Cutter had sent for that damn gun, they’d been shootin’ at everythin’.”
Jud stared at Jinyus for several moments.
“Yea-a-a-ah? The hell he did!”
“Shore did. Go wash your face and I’ll have you some eggs.”
“To hell with the eggs! I’m goin’ to town.”
Jud whirled and ran down to the bunkhouse. Jinyus looked after him, shaking his head.
“I dunno what it’s all about,” he told himself aloud, “but it looks t’ me as though somebody was all het up. My, but that jigger shore can yank a six-gun!”