Wyoming, Story of Outdoor West by William MacLeod Raine
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page 109 of 283 (38%)
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Inquire for Miss Darling. She isn't used to jolting two days in a
rig, but I know you will be careful of her." "I'll surely be as careful of the old lady as if she was my own mother." The mistress of the ranch smothered a desire to laugh. "I'm sure you will. At her age she may need a good deal of care. Be certain you take rug enough." "I'll take care of her the best I know how. expect she's likely rheumatic, but I'll wrop her up till she looks like a Cheyenne squaw when tourist is trying to get a free shoot at her with camera." "Please do. I want her to get a good impression of Wyoming so that she will stay. I don' know about the rheumatism, but you might ask her." There were pinpoints of merriment behind th guileless innocence of her eyes, but they came to the surface only after the foreman had departed. McWilliams ordered a team of young horse hitched, and presently set out on his two day; journey to Gimlet Butte. He reached that town in good season, left the team at a corral and walked back to the Elk House. The white dust of the plains was heavy on him, from the bandanna that loosely embraced the brown throat above the flannel shirt to the encrusted boots but through it the good |
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