Pulp Fiction, 1883 · page 94 of 100
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0 DEADWOOD DICK. “Strikes me it’s very quiet over at the cabin,” she ened him mutter. “I’ve a notion to run over and see ef every- thing’s all right.” , And he tramped off. * In an instant Calamity improved the advantage, and her * mimble feet had carried her far from the glen ere Tomft had discovered the abduction of Little Dick and given the alarm. One of the men started at once for Right Bower, and Dick received the bad news and Mr, Farmer the good news of his daughter’s safety, as the two were standing on the hotel steps. “She shall not have him long!” Deadwood Dick mut- tered. Knowing well Calamity would return to Right Bower before leaving that part of the territory, he disguised him- self cleverly and watched and waited. He also had his comrades on the watch, but all to no purpose. She did come one night, on the sly, and pro- cured some money from the Palace and then escaped. Dick half suspected that she and Old Avalanche were on good terms, and so one day he made a stealthy approach to the old Annihilator’s cabin, but found only the old scout and his goat there. “Avalanche,” the sport said sternly, “you have been playing me false. Where are Calamity and the boy?” “Great ham-bone, Dick, I can’t tell you no more’n I kin tell fortin’s.” “Sonne caeeoaing as. I wanted her ter me the chick, but she re- fused and left.” 2 : “Which way?” 4 “Nor’west.” ag ee ; ary ‘ “Well, I'll search. Was that coyote with her?” ' "Yes, She could ’a’ had a home wi’ me, but she wouldn't @iscard him. He’s a bad egg!” —— I'll try to relieve her of her care of ” _He went back then to Right Bower, and getting his five trusty companions together, he faced for the northwest. . For days they rode, until they came to a newly-struck gen Connichooks.com « ay