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aroused the other to the memory of a wrong 

 which still rankled, and he began (I alter one 

 or two of the proper names) : 



&quot;Why, that was the pony that got stole. 

 I had been workin him on rough ground 

 when I was out with the Three Bar outfit and 

 he went tender forward, so I turned him loose 

 by the Lazy B ranch, and when I came back 

 to git him there wasn t anybody at the ranch 

 and I couldn t find him. The sheep-man who 

 lives about two miles west, under Red Clay 

 butte, told me he seen a fellow in a wolfskin 

 coat, ridin a pinto bronco, with white eyes, 

 leadin that pony of mine just two days be 

 fore; and I hunted round till I hit his trail 

 and then I followed to where I d reckoned he 

 was headin for the Short Pine Hills. When 

 I got there a rancher told me he had seen the 

 man pass on towards Cedartown, and sure 

 enough when I struck Cedartown I found he 

 lived there in a dobe house, just outside the 

 town. There was a boom on the town and 

 it looked pretty slick. There was two hotels 

 and I went into the first, and I says, Where s 

 the justice of the peace? says I to the bar 

 tender. 



&quot; There ain t no justice of the peace/ 

 says he, the justice of the peace got shot. 



