derfoot, or I’m a Greaser!” he call the Tenderfoot a tenderfoot in my cried. “Why, man alive,where’d you come presence, or shoot off his mouth about that powder he uses—that man can pre- from? I thought you’d vamoosed.” “Well, I like that!” the Tenderfoot an- pare himself for an interestin’ time…
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