The Last Trail by Zane Grey
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enough. Then as sweet and fiery a little Indian princess as ever
stepped in a beaded moccasin, and since, more than one beautiful, impulsive creature. Being in authority, I suppose it's natural that all the work, from keeping the garrison ready against an attack, to straightening out love affairs, should fall upon me. I'll take the care off your shoulders; I'll keep these young dare-devils from killing each other over Miss Helen's favors. I certainly--Hello! There are strangers at the gate. Something's up." Half a dozen rough-looking men had appeared from round the corner of the cabin, and halted at the gate. "Bill Elsing, and some of his men from Yellow Creek," said Colonel Zane, as he went toward the group. "Hullo, Kurnel," was the greeting of the foremost, evidently the leader. "We've lost six head of hosses over our way, an' are out lookin' 'em up." "The deuce you have! Say, this horse-stealing business is getting interesting. What did you come in for?" "Wal, we meets Jonathan on the ridge about sunup, an' he sent us back lickety-cut. Said he had two of the hosses corralled, an' mebbe Wetzel could git the others." "That's strange," replied Colonel Zane thoughtfully. "'Pears to me Jack and Wetzel hev some redskins treed, an' didn't want us to spile the fun. Mebbe there wasn't scalps enough to go round. |
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