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Show in the game, and because of the heavy bettin' there were a lot of D's on the board, some V's and X's, a few XX's, and even one L. At one point, when the bettin' got considerable, the one they called a dude threw in the L. The poor farmer, if'n he wanted to stay in the game, had either to put up his mule or his wagon of corn. He put up his mule. By nightfall the farmer who raised hogs and corn and went to town on Saturdays was out-Yankeed of his cash money and the mule he called Emmett. I don't know if'n he meant to or not, but when he was unhitching Emmett from the wagon, the mule accidently stepped onto the sidewalk and the farmer muttered, "Whoa." Emmett froze in his tracks, never twitchin' another muscle. The unhitching done, the farmer rolled the wagon of corn over to the merchantile and went inside to do some dickering, and that was the last I saw of him. But not his mule. Emmett was standing there, still frozen, and the dude took him by the reins and started off. Only Emmett was stopped dead still. The dude gave another tug. Emmett stood firm. The dude came around the mule, cussin'. He pushed. |
