Which wasn’t much of an exaggeration when the Running W Trail herd rolled up to town. The “Cowboy Capital” was at the height of its prosperity. When George Hoover and Jack Mc-Donald pitched a tent on the site of the future cowtown, from which they sold whiskey to Fort Dodg...
“Want to send a message, Mr. Slade?” asked the operator who knew him well. “Yes, and I want you to forget it,” Slade replied. The operator grinned. “Done forgot it,” he declared. Slade wrote it out and handed it to him. The operator stared at the name mentioned but offered no comment. The message...
“Station master sure had the jitters when that wagon didn’t show up per schedule,” Carter observed. “He was in on the scheme, of course.” “And so, evidently, were some people not supposed to be,” Slade replied. “Not much doubt as to that,” Carter agreed. “He came running to me and told me about i...
They found cattle grazing contentedly in the vicinity and there were no casualties. “I don’t think they’ll try it again,” Slade said, “but just the same I have one of the boys scouting around here every night so as not to take any chances.” “But why the devil did they do it in the first place?” M...
Slade enjoyed a leisurely dinner in the crowded Trail End and conferred with Sheriff Carter. His prediction to Thankful Yates proved correct and while they were talking, old Keith Norman rolled in with Jerry in tow. “Heard about the doin’s here tonight and she pestered me into bringing her in,” h...
But Huck was not thinking of the wreck at that moment, nor of his own hairbreadth escapes from death. Moodily he stared straight ahead of him, his black brows drawn together. Finally he arose, stretched his arms above his head and shook himself like a great dog. “Mountain Indians, hell!” he growl...
