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Way Of The Lawless by Max Brand, CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 4

Only one man in the crowd was old enough to recognize that yell, and the one man was Jasper Lanning. A great, singing happiness filled his heart and his throat. But the shouting of the men as they tumbled into their saddles cleared his brain. He called to Deputy Bill Dozier, who was kneeling beside the prostrate form of Buck Heath: "Call 'em off, Bill. Call 'em off, or, by the Lord, I'll take a hand in this! He done it in self-defense. He didn't even pull a gun on Buck. Bill, call 'em off!" And Bill did it most effectually. He straightened, and then got up. "Some of you fools get some sense, will you?" he called. "Buck ain't dead; he's just knocked out!" It brought them back, a shamefaced crew, laughing at each other. "Where's a doctor?" demanded Bill Dozier.

Someone who had an inkling of how wounds should be cared for was instantly at work over Buck. "He's not dead," pronounced this authority, "but he's danged close to it. Fractured skull, that's what he's got. And a fractured jaw, too, looks to me. Yep, you can hear the bone grate!" Jasper Lanning was in the midst of a joyous monologue. "You seen it, boys? One punch done it. That's what the Lannings are—the one-punch kind. And you seen him get to his gun? Handy! Lord, but it done me good to see him mosey that piece of iron off'n his hip. And see him take that saddle? Where was you with your gal, Joe? Nowhere! Looked to me like—" The voice of Bill Dozier broke in: "I want a posse. Who'll ride with Bill Dozier tonight?" It sobered Jasper Lanning. "What d'you mean by that?" he asked. "Didn't the boy fight clean?" "Maybe," admitted Dozier. "But Buck may kick out. And if he dies they's got to be a judge talk to your boy. Come on. I want volunteers." "Dozier, what's all this fool talk?" "Don't bother me, Lanning. I got a duty to perform, ain't I? Think I'm going to let 'em say later on that anybody done this and then got away from Bill Dozier? Not me!" "Bill," said Jasper, "I read in your mind. You're lookin' for action, and you want to get it out of Andy." "I want nothin' but to get him back." "Think he'll let you come close enough to talk? He'll think you want him for murder, that's what. Keep off of this boy, Bill. Let him hear the news; then he'll come back well enough." "You waste my time," said Bill, "and all the while a man that the law wants is puttin' ground between him and Martindale. Now, boys, you hear me talk. Who's with Bill Dozier to bring back this milk-fed kid?" It brought a snarl from Jasper Lanning. "Why don't you go after him by yourself, Dozier?

CHAPTER 4 CAPÍTULO 4 ГЛАВА 4

Only one man in the crowd was old enough to recognize that yell, and the one man was Jasper Lanning. A great, singing happiness filled his heart and his throat. But the shouting of the men as they tumbled into their saddles cleared his brain. ||||||||cairam|||selas de montar||| He called to Deputy Bill Dozier, who was kneeling beside the prostrate form of Buck Heath: "Call 'em off, Bill. Call 'em off, or, by the Lord, I'll take a hand in this! Chama|||||||||||| He done it in self-defense. He didn't even pull a gun on Buck. Bill, call 'em off!" And Bill did it most effectually. He straightened, and then got up. "Some of you fools get some sense, will you?" he called. "Buck ain't dead; he's just knocked out!" "O Buck não está morto; está apenas inconsciente!" It brought them back, a shamefaced crew, laughing at each other. "Where's a doctor?" demanded Bill Dozier.

Someone who had an inkling of how wounds should be cared for was instantly at work over Buck. ||||uma ideia||||||||||||| "He's not dead," pronounced this authority, "but he's danged close to it. ||||||||muito perto||| Fractured skull, that's what he's got. And a fractured jaw, too, looks to me. Yep, you can hear the bone grate!" ||||||ranger Jasper Lanning was in the midst of a joyous monologue. "You seen it, boys? One punch done it. That's what the Lannings are—the one-punch kind. And you seen him get to his gun? Handy! útil Lord, but it done me good to see him mosey that piece of iron off'n his hip. |||||||||arrastar|||||de cima de|| Senhor, mas fez-me bem vê-lo tirar aquele pedaço de ferro da anca. And see him take that saddle? Where was you with your gal, Joe? |||||namorada| Nowhere! Looked to me like—" The voice of Bill Dozier broke in: "I want a posse. ||||||||||um grupo A voz de Bill Dozier interrompeu: "Quero um grupo. Who'll ride with Bill Dozier tonight?" It sobered Jasper Lanning. "What d'you mean by that?" he asked. "Didn't the boy fight clean?" "Maybe," admitted Dozier. "But Buck may kick out. And if he dies they's got to be a judge talk to your boy. ||||tem que haver||||||||| Come on. I want volunteers." "Dozier, what's all this fool talk?" "Don't bother me, Lanning. I got a duty to perform, ain't I? Think I'm going to let 'em say later on that anybody done this and then got away from Bill Dozier? Not me!" "Bill," said Jasper, "I read in your mind. You're lookin' for action, and you want to get it out of Andy." "I want nothin' but to get him back." "Think he'll let you come close enough to talk? He'll think you want him for murder, that's what. Keep off of this boy, Bill. Let him hear the news; then he'll come back well enough." "You waste my time," said Bill, "and all the while a man that the law wants is puttin' ground between him and Martindale. Now, boys, you hear me talk. Who's with Bill Dozier to bring back this milk-fed kid?" |||||||||alimentado com leite| It brought a snarl from Jasper Lanning. |||um rosnado||| "Why don't you go after him by yourself, Dozier? |||||ele|||