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`` Good-bye , an ' do n't hold this ag ` in me fur it 's all I can do . '' Close to the horse 's head she held the barrel of the pistol -- fired , and without looking , resumed on foot her solitary way . A few miles further on she halted at a tavern , hoping that by spending the night , morning might bring along a friendly wagon , going her road ; and she waited until the sun was high , and then set out on foot . But along toward ten o'clock she was overtaken by a huckster in a cart . She asked him to let her ride and he drew up , but looked suspiciously at her . `` I asked you to let me ride , if you please . I had to kill my po ' mare ` way back yander -- broke her leg in a bridge . ''