Trailin'! by Max Brand
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race, a prize-fight, or a community singing festival would make such a
cosmopolitan assembly. All Manhattan came to look at the men who had lived and fought and conquered under the limitless skies of the Far West, free men, wild men--one of their shrill whoops banished distance and brought the mountain desert into the very heart of the unromantic East. Nevertheless from all these thrills these two men remained immune. To be sure the smaller tilted his head back when the horses first swept in, and the larger leaned to watch when Diaz, the wizard with the lariat, commenced to whirl his rope; but in both cases their interest held no longer than if they had been old vaudevillians watching a series of familiar acts dressed up with new names. The smaller, brown as if a thousand fierce suns and winds had tanned and withered him, looked up at last to his burly companion with a faint smile. "They're bringing on the cream now, Drew, but I'm going to spoil the dessert." The other was a great, grey man whom age apparently had not weakened but rather settled and hardened into an ironlike durability; the winds of time or misfortune would have to break that stanch oak before it would bend. He said: "We've half an hour before our train leaves. Can you play your hand in that time?" |
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