Short stories
He peered downhill between slim oak saplings, through the spaced trunks of great pines and junipers and mountain ash to the canyon floor. There the little Ruidoso split a smooth, green level--exactly as if a polished bowie knife lay across a billiard table.
He peered downhill between slim oak saplings, through the spaced trunks of great pines and junipers and mountain ash to the canyon floor. There the little Ruidoso split a smooth...
2. CHAPTER II. BROUGHT TO TRIAL.There was a snap to his voice now that jerked Bud into obedience. Sullenly, he shouldered the buck and they moved down the slope to the trail along the river. Turning stealthily...
3. CHAPTER III. MOUNTAIN JUSTICE.“Well, suh, I was runnin’ a line two mile west o’ here. Heard two sort o’ _swishes_! From uphill. Knowed ’em to be gunshots muffled by a silencer. Looked up an’--here comes a fa...