Which jest the same these children of nacher don't like the idee of downin' your parent none, an' it's apparent Bloojacket's already half exiled.
"As he stands thar roominatin,' with the hot August sun beatin' down, thar's a atmosphere of sadness to go with Bloojacket.

But you-all would have to guess at it; his countenance is as ca'm as on that murderin' evenin' in the half-breed's restauraw.
"Bloojacket is still thar, an' the sports onder the cottonwood is still gruntin' joyously over their poker, when thar comes the patter of a bronco's hoofs.

Thar's a small dust cloud, an' then up sweeps the Caldwell beauty.

She comes to a pull-up in front of Bloojacket.

That savage glances up with a inquirin' eye an' the glance is as steady as the hills about him.