Then the guns! An' half the lead comes spittin' an' splittin' through that intervenin' partition like she's kyardboard.
The bullets flies high enough to miss Easy Aaron, but low enough to invoke a gloomy frame of mind.
"'This yere artillery practice don't continyoo long before Yellow City descends on Shoestring an' his band of homicides; an' when they've got 'em sorted out, thar's Billy Goodnight too defunct to skin, an' Shoestring Griffith does it.
"'Thar's no time lost; the Stranglers convenes in the Burnt Boot, an' exact jestice stands on expectant tiptoe for its prey.

But Shoestring raises objections.
"'"Which before ever you-all reptiles takes my innocent life," says Shoestring, "I wants a lawyer.

I swings off in style or I don't swing.
You hear me! send across for Easy Aaron.

You can gamble, I'm going to interpose a defense." "'"That's but right," says Waco Anderson who's the chief of the Stranglers.

"Assembled as we be to revenge the ontimely pluggin' of the late Billy Goodnight, still this Shoestring may demand a even deal.
If some gent will ramble over an' round up Easy Aaron, as Shoestring desires, it will be regyarded by the committee, an' this lynchin' can then proceed." "'Easy Aaron is onearthed from onder his desk where he's still quiled up, pale an' pantin', by virchoo of the bullets.