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But I s’pect
you still got a
touch of dusty
throat from
the trail.
Taking risks
is one thing,
common sense
is another.
Good-
night, Mister
M
c
Canick.
I saved you
some beans and
biscuits, Mister
M
c
Canick.
Now, boys, play
nice. How ’bout a
round of cards?
Sweet dreams,
mister greasy!
much obliged,
Miss Wilson.
Not tonight. I still need to
check over my wagon from
neck yoke to brake lever.
Then I think
I’ll hit the hay.
’Night, folks.
razzin’
frazzin’
razZin’…
Whatcha
doin’
there,
Zeb?
Oh, just
securing this
harness piece
before it snaps
on the trail.
Afore?
Why
make extry
work fer
yerself,
Zeb?
if it
breaks,
worry
’bout it
then.
I might lose my
team. No, Sam, I
can’t take that
cHance.
Some
men jest
ain’t risk-
takers.
D
usty days and dangerous nights passed on the
trail. When he wasn’t tending his own team or
gear, Zeb coached other pioneers in
preventive
maintenance.
Some were skeptical at first.
but over the weeks,
many a traveler who
followed his advice
was saved from
misfortune.
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