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Hearts and Crosses
Baldy Woods reached for the bottle, and got it. Whenever Baldy went for anything he usually—but this is not Baldy’s story. He poured out a…
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The Ransom of Mack
Me and old Mack Lonsbury, we got out of that Little Hide-and-Seek gold mine affair with about $40,000 apiece. I say “old” Mack; but he wasn…
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Telemachus, Friend
Returning from a hunting trip, I waited at the little town of Los Piños, in New Mexico, for the south-bound train, which was one hour late.…
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The Handbook of Hymen
’Tis the opinion of myself, Sanderson Pratt, who sets this down, that the educational system of the United States should be in the hands of…
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The Pimienta Pancakes
While we were rounding up a bunch of the Triangle-O cattle in the Frio bottoms a projecting branch of a dead mesquite caught my wooden stir…
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Seats of the Haughty - (1)
Golden by day and silver by night, a new trail now leads to us across the Indian Ocean. Dusky kings and princes have found our Bombay of th…
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Seats of the Haughty - (2)
“At six o’clock me and Solly sat down to dinner. Spread! There’s nothing been seen like it since the Cambon snack. It was all served at onc…
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Hygeia at the Solito - (1)
If you are knowing in the chronicles of the ring you will recall to mind an event in the early ’nineties when, for a minute and sundry odd…
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Hygeia at the Solito - (2)
The oddest thing of all was the relation existing between McGuire and his benefactor. The attitude of the invalid toward the cattleman was…
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An Afternoon Miracle - (1)
At the United States end of an international river bridge, four armed rangers sweltered in a little ’dobe hut, keeping a fairly faithful es…
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An Afternoon Miracle - (2)
Spanish, you would say; Andalusian, or, better still, Basque; that compound, like the diamond, of darkness and fire. Hair, the shade of pur…
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The Higher Abdication - (1)
Curly the tramp sidled toward the free-lunch counter. He caught a fleeting glance from the bartender’s eye, and stood still, trying to look…
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The Higher Abdication - (2)
Sam, the cosmopolite, who called bartenders in San Antone by their first name, stood in the door. He was a better zoologist. “Well, ain’t t…
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Cupid à la Carte - (1)
“The dispositions of woman,” said Jeff Peters, after various opinions on the subject had been advanced, “run, regular, to diversions. What…
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Cupid à la Carte - (2)
“In such language Ed Collier discoursed to me, pathetic. I gathered the diagnosis that his affections and his digestions had been implicate…
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The Caballero’s Way - (1)
The Cisco Kid had killed six men in more or less fair scrimmages, had murdered twice as many (mostly Mexicans), and had winged a larger num…
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The Caballero’s Way - (2)
“All right,” said the stranger. “And then what?” “And then,” said the girl, “you must bring your men here and kill him. If not, he will kil…
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The Sphinx Apple - (1)
Twenty miles out from Paradise, and fifteen miles short of Sunrise City, Bildad Rose, the stage-driver, stopped his team. A furious snow ha…
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The Sphinx Apple - (2)
The last sentence captured the windmill man. He was not one to linger in the dumps. “That’s a first-rate scheme, Judge,” he said, heartily.…
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The Missing Chord
I stopped overnight at the sheep-ranch of Rush Kinney, on the Sandy Fork of the Nueces. Mr. Kinney and I had been strangers up to the time…
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A Call Loan
In those days the cattlemen were the anointed. They were the grandees of the grass, kings of the kine, lords of the lea, barons of beef and…
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The Princess and the Puma
There had to be a king and queen, of course. The king was a terrible old man who wore six-shooters and spurs, and shouted in such a tremend…
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The Indian Summer of Dry Valley Johnson
Dry Valley Johnson shook the bottle. You have to shake the bottle before using; for sulphur will not dissolve. Then Dry Valley saturated a…
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Christmas by Injunction
Cherokee was the civic father of Yellowhammer. Yellowhammer was a new mining town constructed mainly of canvas and undressed pine. Cherokee…
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A Chaparral Prince
Nine o’clock at last, and the drudging toil of the day was ended. Lena climbed to her room in the third half-story of the Quarrymen’s Hotel…
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The Reformation of Calliope
Calliope Catesby was in his humours again. Ennui was upon him. This goodly promontory, the earth—particularly that portion of it known as Q…