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π«° π βοΈ π· π Bud said nothing. Frawley turned and went toward the sidewalk, while Ames fished out the makings of a cigaret and rolled a smoke.
π π π₯° ββChuckβ Ames yellinβ at yuh,β said Jud Frawley, and Bud turned his head.
β₯οΈ π β β° π₯³ π―οΈ Jimmy did not look at Frawley, who watched him closely; but there was only a sudden tightening of the muscles of Jimmyβs mouth, which might have been caused by holding the cigaret, the smoke of which drifted unminded into his eyes.
π¦ π«Ά π ποΈ π βDevlin,β said Frawley slowly. βDevlin went away last night.β
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π€ β€οΈβπ₯ πΌ π The next morning Bud discovered that Whistler was not in the corral and that Jimmy did not show up for breakfast. Pat did not eat breakfast with the rest. Mrs. Moore seemed preoccupied and Frawley ate silently, except to ask Bud to harness the buggy team for them.
π π« π₯³ π² π π₯² βIβm thinkinβ itβs better this way, Mister Frawley. Iβll wait and say hello, instead.β
π€ π π§ For a few moments the two men looked at each other. Neither spoke as Bud walked past Frawley and went outside. Frawley crossed the living-room to Patβs door, which was open. Pat was standing beside her dresser, staring at the wall, but she turned as Frawley came up.
π π β π π€ β¨ For a while neither man spoke. Frawley got to his feet, as Pat came to the door again.
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π βMister Frawley, Iβll be goinβ away tonight. Between me and you, I can say that Iβve done no wrong; but twelve men have said that I sinned against society. Itβs twelve to one, and IβI lose.β
𧑠π± οΏ½οΏ½οΏ½ π π Frawley squinted at Jimmy for a moment and put his hand on Jimmyβs knee.
π πΏ π π² βWhere did you and Pat go today?β asked Frawley.
π«± β π π· Jud made known their wants. Pete took them under advisement. He was not a rapid thinker and back in his small brain lurked the feeling that Garvin might not care to have Frawley talk to Flint Moore.
π₯² πΉ π π βJimmy, IβI think you are the squarest shooter I ever met. Jud Frawley is only the foreman of this ranch. If you donβt think I am the bossβask Jud or dad. Now, letβs go and find those eggs.β
π π π· π π π βNo, Iβve not; but Mister Frawley mapped out me dayβs work and I must be doinβ it.β
πΉ π π€ β° π¦ π€ Jimmy did not look at Frawley, who watched him closely; but there was only a sudden tightening of the muscles of Jimmyβs mouth, which might have been caused by holding the cigaret, the smoke of which drifted unminded into his eyes.
π π€ π· βMebbe he thinks he might run across a bear up there,β observed Frawley. βWild country up there, Smith.β
π π³ π Jimmy nodded over his cigaret. Frawley looked curiously at him and saidβ
π βοΈ πΉ π Frawley yawned and went back into the house, where he started a conversation with Mrs. Moore. Jimmy seemed to be smiling at his own thoughts and looked to see Pat looking at him.
π π π Anyway, Jimmy had the paper in his possession again. He walked slowly back to the porch, where Pat and Frawley waited for him.
π€² π€£ π βKinda knocked the starch out of Bud, I reckon,β observed Frawley slowly. βBut itβll all come out in the wash.β