The Rustlers of Pecos County by Zane Grey
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Mine was an experiencing nature. Some people called this luck. But it
was my private opinion that things gravitated my way because I looked and listened for them. However, upon the occasion of my first day and evening in Linrock it appeared, despite my vigilance and inquisitiveness, that here was to be an exception. This thought came to me just before I reached the last lighted place in the block, a little dingy restaurant, out of which at the moment, a tall, dark form passed. It disappeared in the gloom. I saw a man sitting on the low steps, and another standing in the door. "That was the fellow the whole town's talkin' about--the Ranger," said one man. Like a shot I halted in the shadow, where I had not been seen. "Sho! Ain't boardin' heah, is he?" said the other. "Yes." "Reckon he'll hurt your business, Jim." The fellow called Jim emitted a mirthless laugh. "Wal, he's been _all_ my business these days. An' he's offered to rent that old 'dobe of mine just out of town. You know, where I lived before movin' in heah. He's goin' to look at it to-morrow." "Lord! does he expect to _stay_?" |
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