The Devil's Dooryard

“I dunno. The longer I lives with that blamed hatchet-faced cross between a danged fool and a heavenly angel, the less I _sabe_ his _wau-wau_. Mebbe he wants to commit suicide,...

“I has to disagree with yuh, cowboy. There is some romance left. A little barb-wire and a few sheep don’t cut the romance out of the cow-land. She’s there, Sleepy.”

“_Um-yah_” says the judge, grinning. “Well, I hope it won’t be a cloudburst, boys. I’ve always kinda figured that some day something is going to bust in the Sundown country. Bar...

We staggers along, cutting our feet on the sharp rocks and praying that it will be light enough to shoot when we meet somebody to shoot at. All to once we hits the edge of that...