Western Books
Sorrow in Sunlight
Ronald FirbankIt was the hour when, fortified by a siesta, Mrs. Ahmadou Mouth was wont to approach her husband on general household affairs, and to discuss, in particular, the question of their removal to the town;..
Reputation
W. C. TuttleIt was a strange sight there in the little cantina. Poor Felipe sprawled at the feet of the Tiger, his hands outspread on the floor, while the Tiger leaned forward facing us, a snarl writhing his thin..
A Man-Sized Pet
W. C. TuttleHe had started to make a deprecatory gesture with his right hand, which had suddenly come into contact with fur. Also the fur moved. Magpie took one look and then swallowed his tobacco. A wildcat was ..
Meadowlark Basin
B. M. BowerThe boy heaved a great sigh and looked at the storm and the narrow pass and down at the twitching ears of the horse. The hard muscles of Lark's left arm pressed him close. He sighed again and drooped ..
Loco or Love
W. C. TuttleSome of Piperock’s prominent citizens come down to see Magpie, and their conversation leads us to believe that we’re incompetent. They hints around that they might ’a’ made a mistake when they elects ..
The Dead-Line
W. C. TuttleJack went back to the corral, where he leaned on the fence and tried to decide what to do. Naturally his sympathies were with the cattleman. He had been born and raised in the Lo Lo Valley, steeped in..
Wise Men and a Mule
W. C. TuttleThe Seven A, Triangle, Five Dot, Circle C and the Cross J all cometh to hive up in Piperock and partake of the Christmas cheer, and everything else that might come to pass. They’ve got the Mint Hall d..
Tied Up for Tombstone
W. C. TuttleSudden-like I wakes, and believe me she’s a rude awakening. Somebody kicks the chair out from under me, and proceeds to knead my abdomen with their knees, toes, fingers, thumbs and head. When that par..