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"Why,
nothin'--only you said we was to eat that hen for supper, an' I
couldn't catch the dog-gone ole squawker, so I jest set to and plugged
her. This here gun of yourn kicks somethin' fierce!"
"Well, I reckon you was meanin' all right. But Gosh-A'mighty! You
might 'a' killed the cow or me or somethin'!"
"Well, I got her, anyhow. I got her plumb center."
"Yes--you sure did." And the old man took the remains of the hen from
Pete and "hefted" those remains with a critical finger and thumb. "One
laig left, and a piece of the breast." He sighed heavily. Young Pete
stared up at him, expecting praise for his marksmanship and energy.
The old man put his hand on Pete's shoulder. "It's all right this
time, son. I reckon you wasn't meanin' to murder that rooster. I only
got one, and--"
"He jest run right in front of the hen when I cut loose. He might 'a'
knowed better."
"We'll go see." And Annersley plodded to the yard, picked up the
defunct rooster and entered the cabin.
Young Pete cooled down to a realization that his new pop was not
altogether pleased.


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