"And storks brings
responsibilities in baskets, instead of olive branches. No wonder ole
man Noah fired the dove right out ag'in--bringin' him olives what
wa'n't pickled, instead of a bunch of grapes or somethin' you can eat!
And that there dove never come back. I reckon he figured if he did,
ole man Noah'd shoot him. Anyhow, if I ain't no dove of peace, I'm
goin' to do the best I can. Everybody 'round here seems like they was
tryin' to ride right into trouble wishful, 'stead of reinin' to one
side an' givin' trouble a chance to get past. Gee Gosh! If I'd 'a'
knowed what I know now--afore I hit this country--but I'm here.
Anyhow, they's nothin' wrong with the country. It's the folks, like it
'most always is. Reckon I ought to keep on buildin' fence this
mornin', but that there peace idea 's got to singin' in me head. I'll
jest saddle up Pill and ride over and tell ole man Loring that I'm
takin' care of his sheep charitable what's been hangin' around here
since 'Sandro passed over. Mebby that'll kind o' start the talk. Then
I can slip him a couple of ideas 'bout how neighbors ought to act.
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