Jed Beaupoint was a squar' man, cl'ar through. An' he
said to the boy--he tol' me the story himself--'Johnny Calvern, thar's
yo' farm an' yo' rifle. Now, if yo're willin', I'll see that thar's no
trouble until yo're twenty-one, an' then yo' c'n go huntin' revenge if
yo've a mind to, or, if you're willin', we'll call the trouble off now,
an' thar won't be any need o' rakin' it up again.'"
"He made it up on the spot, of course?" questioned Hamilton.
The Kentuckian shook his head.
"He did not," he replied. "The boy thought a minute or two an' then said
he'd wait until he was grown up, an' let him know then."
"Although he had been brought up by the Beaupoints!" exclaimed the boy
in surprise. "But surely it never came up again."
"Well, not exac'ly. When Johnny Calvern was about nineteen he got
married, an' a few days befo' the time when he would be twenty-one, he
rode up to the Beaupoint place, an' tol' the ol' man that he was willin'
to let the feud rest another ten years, because of his wife an' little
baby, but that he would be ready to resume shootin' at that time."
"But he had no real grudge against the Beaupoints had he, Uncle Eli?
They had always been kind to him, you said.
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