CRACKER COWBOYS OF FLORIDA

THE STRANGE DAYS THAT CAME TO JIMMIE FRIDAY

THE SOLEDAD GIRLS



CROOKED TRAILS




HOW THE LAW GOT INTO THE CHAPARRAL


"You have heard about the Texas Rangers?" said the Deacon to me one
night in the San Antonio Club. "Yes? Well, come up to my rooms, and I
will introduce you to one of the old originals--dates 'way back in the
'thirties'--there aren't many of them left now--and if we can get him to
talk, he will tell you stories that will make your eyes hang out on your
shirt front."

We entered the Deacon's cosey bachelor apartments, where I was
introduced to Colonel "Rip" Ford, of the old-time Texas Rangers. I found
him a very old man, with a wealth of snow-white hair and beard--bent,
but not withered. As he sunk on his stiffened limbs into the arm-chair,
we disposed ourselves quietly and almost reverentially, while we lighted
cigars. We began the approaches by which we hoped to loosen the history