Bar-20 Days (Center Point Western Complete (Large Print))

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER II THE RASHNESS OF SHORTY BUCKSKIN was very hot; in fact it was never anything else. Few people were on the streets and the town was quiet. Over ir the Houston hotel a crowd of cowboys was lounging in the barroom. They were very quiet—a condition as rare as it was ominous. Their mounts, twelve in all, were switching flies from their quivering skins in the corral at the rear. Eight of these had a large C 80 branded on their flanks; the other four, a Double Arrow. In the barroom a slim, wiry man was looking out of the dirty window up the street at Cowan's saloon. Shorty was complaining, " They shore oughter be here now. They rounded up last week." The man nearest assured him that they would come. The man at the window turned and said, " They's yer now." In front of Cowan's a crowd of nine happy- go-lucky, dare-devil riders were sliding from their saddles. They threw the reins over the heads of their mounts and filed in to the bar. Laughter issued from the open door and the clink of glasses could be heard. They stood in picturesque groups, strong, self-reliant, humorous, virile. Their expensive sombreros were pushed far back on their heads and their hairy chaps were covered with the alkali dust from their ride. Cowan, bottle in hand, pushed out several more glasses. He kicked a dog from under his feet and looked at Buck. " Rounded up yet?" he inquired. " Shore, day afore yisterday," came the reply. The rest were busy removing the dust from their throats, and gradually drifted into groups of two or three. One of these groups strolled over to the solitary card table, and found Jimmy Price resting in a cheap chair. his legs on the table. " I wisht yu'd extricate yore delicate feet from off'n this hyar table, James," humbly 16 chapter{Section 4requested Lank...