The Morgan trail

W. C. TUTTLE
The Morgan Trail
A Story of Hashknife Hartley
HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY
BOSTON AND NEW YORK
1928
COPYRIGHT, 1928, BY WILBUR C. TUTTLE ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
The Riverside Press CAMBRIDGE, MASSACHUSETTS PRINTED IN THE U.S.A.
THE MORGAN TRAIL
Rex Morgan came back from his mother’s funeral and sat down on the front porch of the little place he had always known as home. He was a slender young man, twenty years of age, with the complexion of a girl, well-moulded features, somber brown eyes, and an unruly mop of black hair.
His black suit was slightly threadbare, the cuffs of his shirt rough-edged from many washings. He smoothed back his hair, staring at the skyline of the little city of Northport, California. It had suddenly occurred to him that he was all alone in the world.
The death of his mother had been a great shock to him. The doctor had said it was heart failure. The rest of it had been a confusion of neighbors, who wanted to assist with everything, the sympathetic minister, the business-like, solemn-faced undertaker, who had talked with him on the price of caskets.