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on our rights—that's what for. But I lay you ain't agoin' to threaten nobody anymore, Jim Turner. Put up that pistol, Bill."
Bill says:
"I don't want to, Jake Packard. I'm for killin' him–and didn't he kill old Hatfield jist the same way–and don't he deserve it?"
"PLEASE DON'T, BILL."
"But I don't want him killed, and I've got my reasons for it."
"Bless yo' heart for them words, Jake Packard! I'll never forgit you, long's I live!" says the man on the floor, sort of blubbering.
Packard didn't take no notice of that, but hung up his lantern on a nail, and started towards where I was, there in the dark, and motioned Bill to come. I crawfished as fast as I
