Western Books

A Prevaricated Parade

W. C. Tuttle

My bronc drags me off into the mesquite for a ways, until I can get my rope around a bush and stop him, and then I pilgrims back to the road. At first I don’t recognize the inhabitant of that carriage..

Dough or Dynamite

W. C. Tuttle

This day being Monday, we has to put up with that kind of conversation until Tuesday afternoon, when Chuck opines that he’s going up to Piperock. Chuck can’t stand prosperity, and Tuesday is payday. H..

Law Rustlers

W. C. Tuttle

They picks out this spot, took up their farms and drew sort of a dead-line against the rest of creation. They didn’t want schools—not believing in education, and they made their own queer laws. They i..

Upside Down or Backwards

W. C. Tuttle

Ricky must uh kicked that bird for getting familiar, ’cause it comes right up into our midst with dangerous intent written on its countenance. I love birds. Maw used to have uh canary, and I cried whe..

Cactus and Rattlers

H. Bedford-Jones

Once Stovepipe Springs had been a boom mining town, but now it was dead and dried out. To west and north lay desert, to the south lay more desert and the Colorado. To the east was the Chuckwalla Range..

A Cigarette Clew

Nicholas Carter

Nick discharged his revolvers, but the rush of his enemies was not stayed. He was assailed from all sides, and when he found the quarters too close for revolver work, he gripped the weapons by the bar..

Making Good for Muley

W. C. Tuttle

Muley throws his coat over the cage, and slams the whole works into the house. He follers it inside, and I sets there for a while thinking things over. The slats on Amelia’s home ain’t none too secure..

Playing Safe in Piperock

W. C. Tuttle

Magpie was counting the clangs of a bell. Dirty Shirt uses that bell as a barometer. It hangs on the corner of the Mint Hall, about sixty yards from the door of Buck’s place, and the bell is a little ..