Western stories
“Peace River” Parker turned from unsaddling a sweat-marked gray horse and picked up his saddle. He was a tall, gaunt-looking cowpuncher. His bat-winged chaps were polished from much usage, his thin cotton shirt indefinite of color was topped by a black muffler and atop his hea...
“Peace River” Parker turned from unsaddling a sweat-marked gray horse and picked up his saddle. He was a tall, gaunt-looking cowpuncher. His bat-winged chaps were polished from...
2. Part 2“Well,” Houston indicated the filled hitch-racks, with a flirt of his hand, “yuh can see that the census is about filled t’day. There’s a few yet t’ come from Chinook, but I rec...
3. Part 3“I’m like a Injun,” he explained. “I know that there’s a Big Spirit somewhere--somethin’ that keeps us tickin’ along. Somehow I can’t look up at the sky and figure that the Big...
4. Part 4“Yes, he was masked, but that was no disguise. He was wearing an old yellow velvet vest, a gray sombrero and a wide cartridge-belt which was studded with brass rivets. I even re...
5. Part 5After his meal he went over to the Tarp City saloon. The strange cattle buyer was drinking with some of the men from the Fossilshell--or rather, they were drinking with him. Pea...
6. Part 6The man walked away toward the house and came back in a few minutes with a coil of rope with which he proceeded to tie Peace’s arms to his side.
7. Part 7Peace jerked the coat back, dropped the piece of board and flexed his fingers. The bullet had drilled a neat hole through the shoulder of his coat and splintered the board. “Meb...
8. Part 8He rode on toward the cliffs. Suddenly his horse shied and almost fell. It was a tired sheep lying on the side of the hill that frightened the horse. The sheep tried to get up,...
9. Part 9“Uh-huh,” said Peace softly, thoughtfully. “Well, Cross L, I reckon there’s all kinds of faith in the world. I kinda doubted her and she doubted me, but when yuh straighten out...