Dumarest
Vaquero de Alta California
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You see Bart from the Big J Ranch step out of the shadows, one arm tight around the waist of Betsy Sommer, a half-empty bottle of whiskey in his hand, and the other hand poised near his tied-down revolver."You do?" Corbin says turning quickly to see who it is
"Damn right I do, you sumbitch!" he slurs. "Betsy here says yer her fiancé. I say she's my gal. She says yer gonna kill me if I so much as touch her. I tol' her we'll just see who'll kill who. Well, ol' Lorne ain't here to save you now, boy. I'm bettin' yer yella."
"Shoot him, Corbin! Shoot him!" cries Betsy with something more like excitement than fear in her eyes.