When the men watching Anthony down the street, burst into
laughter at the bizarre procession, the French girl silenced them with
fierce, hissing syllables..
"Heh! Dude Anthony, beloved of the b - "
"Zose words you shall not call la petite hound an' me. Even name of a
dog is for such as you too good to be call'. Monsieur, we take pleasaire
in your departure from hence."
"Go on, please the lady, Buckeye. There's no other jackass to keep you
here any longer."
And Buckeye departed in a perfect indigo haze of profanity.
* * * * *
"Mignon, have you heard the news?"
"Non, Monsieur, I 'ave sleep all ze day."
"Spotty Collins was found in Blue Ravine this morning, robbed and
murdered. You see, he had a lot of money on him from the dog fight."
"But ze beeg hound?"
"He was shot, too."
"Ze murderer, zey 'ave caught?"
"Not yet. They say the sheriff's on his trail, though. He just got back
from Sacramento and he went right out. By jinks, he's coming now! An'
he's got 'im!"
"Mon Dieu! It is Monsieur Ant'ony!"
"No!"
"Oui! Heem, my woman's heart knows well.
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