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&quot; Well, where s the constable? says I. 



&quot; Why, it was him that shot the justice of 

 the peace! says he; he s skipped the coun 

 try with a bunch of horses. 



&quot; Well, ain t there no officer of the law left 

 in this town? says I. 



&quot; Why, of course, says he, there s a pro 

 bate judge; he is over tendin bar at the Last 

 Chance Hotel. 



&quot;So I went over to the Last Chance Hotel 

 and I walked in there. Mornin , says I. 



&quot; Mornin , says he. 



&quot; You re the probate judge? says I. 



&quot; That s what I am, says he. What do 

 you want? says he. 



&quot; I want justice, says I. 



What kind of justice do you want? says 

 he. What s it for? 



It s for stealin a horse, says I. 

 Then by God you ll git it, says he. 

 Who stole the horse? says he. 



&quot; It is a man that lives in a dobe house, 

 just outside the town there, says I. 



&quot; Well, where do you come from your 

 self? said he. 



&quot; From Medory, said I. 



&quot;With that he lost interest and settled kind 

 o back, and says he, There won t no Cedar- 



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