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Show 13 "You'll move now!" Ike shouted gleefully as the flames began to lick at Zeke's belly. Indeed, Zeke did move. He moved forward just far enough to get away from the fire. Which place it directly beneath the wagon. Ike pushed. Ike pulled. Ike cussed. The fire grew larger. You have to admire a mule who will stand his ground, even as his hide is bein' scorched, and he is bein' licked across the back with leather reins, and poked in the rump with a hitchin' rail. While a wagon burned up behind him. First the sheriff took three X's for the price of the furniture. Then another one for the cost of replacing the hitchin' rail Ike tore up from in front of the saloon. And still another (the sheriff said) as a fine for Zeke loitering in a city street. Each time Ike handed the sheriff another X he would moan like he had a belly ache. That's when I eased up to him and |
