I've got the hide peeled off two knuckles, and one of
my thumbs is just getting so it will move without being greased," Ford
assured him, and then went straight at what was on his mind.
"Say, Rock, I was told that you had a hand in my getting married, back
in Sunset that night."
Rock made his horse back until it nearly fell over a rock; his face
showed exaggerated symptoms of terror.
"I couldn't help it," he wailed. "Spare muh--for muh poor mother's sake,
oh spare muh life!" Whereat Ford laughed, just as Rock meant that he
should do. "You licked Bill twice for that, they tell me," Rock went on,
quitting his foolery and coming up close again. "And you licked the
preacher that night, and--so the tale runneth--like to have put the
whole town on the jinks. Is there anything in particular you'd like to
do to me?"
"I just want you to tell me who I married--if you can." Ford reddened as
the other stared, but he did not stop. "I was so darned full that night
I let the whole business ooze out of my memory, and I haven't been able
to--"
Rock was leaning over the saddle horn, howling and watery-eyed.
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