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The Bride Comes to Yellow Sky
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“Married!” said Scratchy, not at all comprehending.
“Yes, married. I’m married,” said Potter distinctly.
“Married?” said Scratchy. Seemingly for the first time he saw the drooping, drowning woman at the other man’s side.”No!” he said. He was like a creature allowed a glimpse of another world. He moved a pace backward, and his arm with the revolver dropped to his side.”Is this the lady?” he asked.
“Yes, this is the lady,” answered Potter.
There was another period of silence.
“Well,” said Wilson at last, slowly, “I s’pose it’s all off now.”
“It’s all off if you say so, Scratchy. You know I didn’t make the trouble.”Potter lifted his valise.
“Well, I ‘low it’s off, Jack,” said Wilson. He was looking at the ground.”Married!”He was not a student of chivalry; it was merely that in the presence of this foreign condition he was a simple child of the earlier plains. He picked up his starboard revolver, and placing both weapons in their holsters, he went away. His feet made funnel-shaped tracks in the heavy sand.