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Brand, Max, 1892-1944

"The Seventh Man"

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"But," growled Lee Haines, "Kate isn't a baby. Buck, it drives me damn near
crazy to see her fade this way."
"Now you lay to this," answered Buck. "She'll pull through. She'll never
forget, maybe, but she'll go on livin' for the sake of the kid."
"You know a hell of a lot about women, don't you?" said Haines.
"I know enough, son," nodded Buck.
He had, in fact, reduced women to a few distinct categories, and he only
waited to place a girl in her particular class before he felt quite
intimate acquaintance with her entire mind and soul.
"It'll kill her," pronounced Lee Haines. "Why, she's like a flower, Buck,
and sorrow will cut her off at the root. Think of a girl like that thrown
away in these damned deserts! It makes me sick--sick! She ought to have
nothing but velvet to touch--nothing but a millionaire for a husband, and
never a worry in her life." He grew excited. "But here's the flower thrown
away and the heel crushing it without mercy."
Buck Daniels regarded him with pity.
"I feel kind of sorry for you, Lee, when I hear you talk about girls.


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