Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 81 of 100
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oe a Br \ PB —_ - - sf oe bi f 3 them. She was greatly relieved, and he iarage As ber — nt shot that you made,” said he. to kill him so quick. replied Kale « When I was al t to call you, I saw that Indian and I T concluded that you were looking in another aa it shut my e i Bee rose ne crest to myself for that shot." ; “Ts this you, Kate ?” he exclaimed. «Dia you fire ‘that Be phot just now ?” “Yes, Did I hit anybody? Where is my futher? Where is Will?” «J don’t kvow. I have seen no one but these Indians.” “Are you sure that they are Indians? Let us look and see.” “Directly, Ihave no doubt that these are Tadians, but I will examine them to satisfy you. You ought to try to calm yourself, for you are too much excited. Let me load your rifle, There must be more red-skins in the woods, and a * woman who can shoot as well as you can ought to keep her gun charged.” Kate handed him the rifle, which her trembling hand could hardly hold, and he proceeded to pour in some powder and to ram down a bullet. * Suppose I should have killed my father,” she said, in a frightened whisper. “I am so troubled that I can hardly stand.” ' “It is not likely that you have killed any white man,” an-. swered Wilson, as he finished priming the rifle. ‘1 am quite certain that these are red-skins. Come; we will look at them = now.” he Wilson examined the bodies of the Indians, i ling that + of the one he had killed when he first came on.the.& ind, and soon convinced Kate that there was no white man a es rest a few moments, as she was really too much ¢€ ted to . iit : oe oes « age “es “That was an excelle would like to know how you happened to see that Ind ae ere’ watching you from behind airee, must be watehing ee ne direction, with your d fired, but lam Saaime A aT eae a good shot, nevertheless. — How did you ¢ ee Pi _comicboo ok: wall % * viens,