Over the Border: A Novel

I: THE THREE BAD MEN OF LAS BOCAS II: OVER THE BORDER III: EVEN A RUSTLER HAS HIS TROUBLES IV: THE TRAIL OF THE COLORADOS V: THE "HACIENDA OF THE TREES" VI: BULL TURNS NURSE VII...

At the crack of the rifle the others had also darted for cover, and as their guns began to spit and flash from the chaparral along the hillside, Bull laughed outright. "Not a ri...

Even up into their far corner of Sonora had penetrated something of the terror associated with the name. Originally the "Colorados" had been Orozco's soldiers. But when disperse...

According to the cañons of fiction, this was wrong. A man with a black or brown skin must reserve his admiration for women of his race. Yet, with singular disregard, for writer'...

Bull did not speak. He was watching Lee and the Lovell girls, who had just then stepped out of her room across the _patio_. Phyllis, the younger, was to stay for a week, while P...

"'Tell her at breakfast'?" Jake looked his scorn. "An' have her running an' fixing me out with socks an' shirts an' things like I was going off on honest business. Not on your l...

On the Mexican Central, trains were running, as Bull put it, "be how an' when," but fortune favored him. Catching a mixed freight and passenger at the burned station that midnig...

He found it all so fascinating that the day passed like an hour. Before he was aware of it the sun's great red orb sank behind a huge black mountain. The desert faded once more...

She did not like that, either. What girl would? Once more she bit her lip, yet, for all her anger, a touch of respect mingled with her resentment. Concerned principally with his...

But the tale, as elaborated and filled in by Gordon's cross-examination, is best summed. Not for nothing had been Bull's "hunch." The haunting face fitted the _charro_ who had h...

Strength and tenderness? Age-long experience has taught woman to value these above all else in man! A skilful diagnostician--the widow, for instance--would have noted and approv...

A university training confers no immunity from jealousy, and as he rode into the hills Gordon's thoughts exhibited all of the phases customary with plowboys and professors who h...

"You won't?" Bleak eyes pin-points of steel, teeth bared in a snarl, knife flashing blue in the lantern-light, Jake sprang from the pile of corn fodder on which he was sitting....

"She was fine an' dandy when I seen her last, which, was in the shank of the evening two nights ago." Lovingly fingering a huge bump that occupied a central position in his alte...

From where he was sitting he usually could see--either Betty at play on the veranda, her mother moving in and out, or Terrubio moving around the stables. To-night silence wrappe...

"Must be yesterday's train a bit overdue," Bull defended his theory, as the cars clicked by with slowing rhythm. "The comandante'll be in the passenger-coach ahead. We'd better...

Watching from one side of the window, Gordon now saw the men working, in swift rushes, around the corrals to the stables, from behind which they could command his window. Indeed...

In their hope and consolation their quick looks at one another were wonderfully revealing. Bending, they took his blessing, and walked slowly away down the garden while he went...

Really anxious, he watched her go slipping and sliding, most of the way on her beast's haunches, but at every stumble she picked it up with skilful use of the bridle.

Bull had looked on, brows bent in a heavy glower. Now the coal eyes lit with a sudden inspiration. The man had turned again to his shooting. The artillerymen were laying their g...

"El Matador himself had warned me, 'Let no man pass!' But when I had picked myself out of the corner and followed in, there he stood in front of Valles, who had dropped the girl...

Whether he came in from Los Arboles or the railroad, distance always timed Bull's arrival at the _rancho_ with the lowering of the sun. As he urged his jaded beast at a shamblin...

In ignorance of all the night had shrouded, that the sun now shone on, of the horror even then in course a few miles away, they pursued their second day, fished and swam, walked...

Weary and footsore after two days of heavy marching, neither their appearance nor their spirits were improved by the fact that half of them limped. Their voices had been raised...

And so it was. When, after a half-mile détour through limestone and sage chaparral, the halves of the raiders' party showed in the open two rifles opened in concert at points a...

During their "rustler days" it had always been Jake's craft that pulled them out of tight places. Habit held Bull silent till, after he had spoken to the engineer, Jake went on:...

Stooping, he awoke the sleepers, then shouldering the rifles and provisions, led off in the gloom, leaving Gordon to help Lee. And she needed it. The nap had left her sleepier t...

Lying there, he looked down on the _revueltosos_ who had begun to climb up through the chaparral. The mountainside fell off so steeply it was impossible for them to deploy in li...