Cowmen and Rustlers - A Story of the Wyoming Cattle Ranges by Edward S. (Edward Sylvester) Ellis
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"The more cause, therefore, why I should stay," responded the other.
"A poor argument--" The discussion was interrupted by the sound of a horse's hoofs. Some one was riding toward them on a gallop, and speedily loomed to view in the bright moonlight. The three instinctively ceased speaking and gazed curiously at the horseman, who reined up in front of where they were sitting. Hospitality is limitless in the West, and, before the stranger had halted, Fred Whitney rose from his chair and walked forward to welcome him. The man was in the costume of a cowboy, with rifle, revolver and all the paraphernalia of the craft. "Is your name Whitney?" asked the horseman, speaking first. "It is; what can I do for you?" "Do you know Mont Sterry?" "He is a particular friend of mine," replied Whitney, refraining from adding that he was the young man sitting a few paces away with his sister and hearing every word said. "Well, there's a letter for him; if I knew where to find him I would deliver it myself. Will you hand it to him the next time you meet him?" |
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