"Shore is, Uncle," he drawled, in the lazy voice he affected on occasions. "You wouldn't think we're only a few weeks past that bloody fight. . . Gosh! when I think! . . . Uncle, I've told you a hundred times how Molly saved my life. It seems like a dream. . . Well, I'm back home—for this is home, Uncle. No work for weeks! No bossing that terrible bunch of cowboys! You so pleased with me— though for the life of me I can't see why. Molly here for the winter to go to school—and then to be my wife next spring. . . And Slinger Dunn getting well of those awful bullet wounds so fast. . . It's just too good to be true. "
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