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"Aw, shucks", said Russell, his chaps covered in mud.  He dropped the shovel.  "Weren't nothin'.  Elmer folds up real nice, the hole didn't need to be no longer than four foot."  He took a swig out of his canteen.  "I think we oughtta head back to camp.  I just reckon Pa Pritchard'll send the boys after us 'fore nightfall."

Wendy grabs your arm.  "YOUR NAME, we ain't come all this way so we can bury Cousin Elmer, turn right 'round, and go back to our lives of plantin' peas and rasslin' cattle!"

The Outsider had been puffing from his cigar, deep in thought.  At last he spoke.  "Any fool that gets on a horse and runs hisself into a cactus deserves a desert grave."

"I say," pipes the bespectacled tycoon, Mr. Moneyworth.  "What is your decision?"

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