I may be away
behind the times--I guess I am!--but I've always been used to the
idea that guns weren't to be used unless you meant business.
This thing of getting out and PLAYING gun-fight is kinda
sickening to a person that's seen the real thing.
"'Scaring Mum to death!"' She seemed to find it very hard to
forget that, or to forgive it. "'SCARING MUM'--and Jack, there,
was born in the time of an Indian uprising, and I laid with your
father's revolver on the pillow where I could put my hand on it,
day or night! YOU scare Mum! MUM will scare YOU, if there's any
more of that let's-play-Injun business going on around this
ranch. Why, I'd lead you down there by the ear, every mother's
son of you, and tell that man Stanley to SPANK you!"
"Mum can whip her weight in wildcats any old time," Wally
announced after a heavy silence, and glared aggressively from one
foolish-looking face to another.
As was frequently the case, the wave of Phoebe's wrath ebbed
harmlessly away in laughter as the humorous aspect of her tirade
was brought to her attention.
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