Rimrock Trail

Rimrock Trail

The girl drooped, tired from the long climb
To his loyal friendship, his sincerity and the caustic but kindly criticism which has made my stuff printable.
Rimrock Trail

Mormon Peters carefully shifted his weighty bulk in the chair that he dared not tilt, gazing dreamily at the saw-toothed mountains shimmering in the distance, sniffing luxuriously the scent of sage.
They oughter spell Arizona with three 'C's,' he said.
Why? asked Sandy Bourke, wiping the superfluous oil from the revolver he was meticulously cleaning.
'Count of Climate, Cactus, Cattle—an' Coyotes.
Makin' four, 'stead of three, said the managing partner of the Three Star Ranch.
Came a grunt from Soda-Water Sam as he put down his harmonica on which he had been playing The Cowboy's Lament , with variations.