Subject: exasperation

From: "Laurence Richmond" <[email-masked]>
Date: Fri, 18 Aug 2006 08:35:23 +0700

Tom led her to a grassy spot at the foot of a tree which was inshadow. We can neverpersuade these hide-hunters to go to the fort on account of Indianraids. Well, theyre a hard lot and Lord only knows how many there areof them.
But this was a moving sound that came onthe still summer air.
I mustntgive way where I heard it, eh, little girl. Some early birds thats new to buffalo huntin, replied Jett. Walking under the trees, she replied, easily. Sometimes, though, it might be risky to slip out at a certain time.
A spring bubbled from under a bank, and as shepassed it frogs plumped into the water.
Tom led her to a grassy spot at the foot of a tree which was inshadow.
And she lay there suffering, thrilling, miserable,and rapturous by turns.
Some soft-footed animal stole away into theobscurity.
She heard the mournfulcooing of turtledoves.
Awonderful green plain stretched away to the west, rising gradually.
Afew shots together appeared a rare occurrence. Never before had any daydawned like this one!
Hey, Milly, youre gettin worse than the old lady! He hurried to her, drew herback into the shadow. As it is now they are red-headed as hell. His eyespierced her, and she suddenly shook with a sure recognition ofthem. He removed his sombrero to reveal a fine, strong,weather-beaten face, with mustache slightly gray.
Whats eatin me is that I want to quitthis outfit. Hesso set on this hide-hunting that he never thinks of me.
To his eager whispered Milly she responded with an eager Tom,as she returned his kiss.
Jett, however, did not call her, and emboldened by this sheventured on. Besides, thewomen out here with these buffalo-hunters are going to be sent tothe fort.
She need have no fear of them, yet she did not like theidea of being discovered.
Tom, would you quit murdering these poor buffalofor me, if I begged you? She repaired to hertent, there to lie down and rest and think. Dont let me hear you talk quit any more or Ill knowyoure yellow. Following it down on that side, he washalted by a large river. Older, thinner, graver, harder his face cameback to her.
Whats eatin me is that I want to quitthis outfit.
Milly, Jetthas a bad name among the buffalo outfits.
Never before had any daydawned like this one! He took a step forward, his ruddy facelighting.
Colonels orders were to find trace of hide thieves, said theofficer, thoughtfully.