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swearing what was false.
The Sheriff's blood fired up, and snatching a spade, he ran at Dave Bulliner, and cut him in the arm. Dave bolted home, and told his father, his brother Jack, and three other men, that a murderous attack had been made on him by Sisney.
The Kentuckians seized their shotguns and revolvers, and set out in a body for Sisney's house.
On seeing the five men coming up his lane, Sisney, taking his rifle with him, slipped through the back door, and made for a fence, behind which stood some trees.
As he crossed the fence, his enemies fired, and he was badly hurt, yet running to the shelter of a tree, he raised his piece, and called on them to halt.
The Bulliners drew up, for Sisney was a dead shot.
A parley took place, when the Kentuckians agreed to leave the farm, if Sisney would promise not to fire as they filed off.
Actions were brought on both sides for assault with deadly weapons, but the local judge, accustomed to such scenes, induced the parties to withdraw the pleas, and pay a fine of one hundred dollars each into the county fund.
But blood is not appeased by words.
Each party drew their friends and neighbours into the
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