"
"But you never----"
Bud shook his great head, and stretched his ungainly legs with his
stirrups thrust out wide.
"Sure I didn't tell you these things," he nodded, in simple, almost
childlike enjoyment.
"I never---- Say, does Nan know you were--raised here?"
"Surely." Then Bud went on with an amused twinkle in his eyes. "But I
guess Nan's like me. It ain't our way worryin' other folks with our
troubles. You see, most folks ain't a heap o' time to listen to other
folks' troubles. Most everybody's jest yearnin' to tell their own."
"Troubles?" Jeff smiled in his own peculiarly shadowy fashion. "You
don't seem to figure this valley's any sort of trouble, nor its
associations. But maybe there's a bone or two hidden around you don't
figure to show me."
Bud remained silent for some moments. Then he gave way to another of
his joyous, deep-throated laughs.
"No, sirree! Ther' ain't no troubles to this valley fer me. None. I
got memories I wouldn't sell fer a farm. Them wer' days you didn't
find trouble in nothin'.
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