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The Dance at Silver Valley |
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Up above the women laugh; down below is gin.
Belle McClure is dressed in blue, ribbon in her hair; Broncho Bill is shaved and slick, all his throat is bare.
Round and round with Belle McClure he whirls a dizzy spin.
Jim Kershaw, the gambler, waits,— white his hands
and slim.
Bill whispers, " Belle, you know it well; it is me or him.
Jim Kershaw, so help me God, if you dance with Belle
It is either you or me must travel down to hell." Jim put his arm around her waist, her graceful waist and slim.
Don't you hear the banjo laugh? Hear the fiddles
scream? Broncho Bill leaned at the door, watched the twirl-
ing stream. Twenty fiends were at his heart snarling, " Kill him
sure." (Out of hell that woman came.) "I love you,
Belle McClure." Broncho Bill, he laughed and chewed and careless
he did seem. The dance is done. Shots crack as one. The crowd shoves for the door. 6 |
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