Contents | ||
|---|---|---|
| I. | In Rude Border Land | [1] |
| II. | Desolation | [9] |
| III. | The Box R Ranch | [23] |
| IV. | Ben's New Home | [37] |
| V. | The Exotics | [44] |
| VI. | The Soil and the Seed | [53] |
| VII. | The Sanity of the Wild | [66] |
| VIII. | The Glitter of the Unknown | [74] |
| IX. | A Riffle of Prairie | [83] |
| X. | The Dominant Animal | [94] |
| XI. | Love's Avowal | [106] |
| XII. | A Deferred Reckoning | [117] |
| XIII. | A Shot in the Dark | [134] |
| XIV. | The Inexorable Trail | [148] |
| XV. | In the Grip of the Law | [164] |
| XVI. | The Quick and the Dead | [185] |
| XVII. | Glitter and Tinsel | [193] |
| XVIII. | Painter and Picture | [204] |
| XIX. | A Visitor from the Plains | [217] |
| XX. | Club Confidences | [230] |
| XXI. | Love in Conflict | [242] |
| XXII. | Two Friends Have It Out | [258] |
| XXIII. | The Back-Fire | [270] |
| XIV. | The Upper and the Nether Millstones | [287] |
| XV. | Of What Avail? | [304] |
| XVI. | Love's Surrender | [318] |
BEN BLAIR
CHAPTER I
IN RUDE BORDER-LAND
Even in a community where unsavory reputations were the rule, Mick Kennedy's saloon was of evil repute. In a land new and wild, his establishment was the wildest, partook most of the unsubdued, unevolved character of its surroundings. There, as irresistibly as gravitation calls the falling apple, came from afar and near—mainly from afar—the malcontent, the restless, the reckless, seeking—instinctively gregarious—the crowd, the excitement of the green-covered table, the temporary oblivion following the gulping of fiery red liquor.
Great splendid animals were the men who gathered there; hairy, powerful, strong-voiced from combat with prairie wind and frontier distance; devoid of a superfluous ounce of flesh, their trousers, uniformly baggy at the knees, bearing mute testimony to the many hours spent in the saddle; the bare unprotected skin of their hands and faces speaking likewise of constant contact with sun and storm.
By the broad glow of daylight the place was anything but inviting. The heavy bar, made of cottonwood, had no more elegance than the rude sod shanty of the pioneer. The worn round cloth-topped tables, imported at extravagant cost from the East, were covered with splashes of grease and liquor; and the few fly-marked pictures on the walls were coarsely suggestive. Scattered among them haphazard, in one instance through a lithographic print, were round holes as large as a spike-head, through which, by closely applying the eye, one could view the world without. When the place was new, similar openings had been carefully refilled with a whittled stick of wood, but the practice had been discontinued; it was too much trouble, and also useless from the frequency with which new holes were made. Besides, although accepted with unconcern by habitués of the place, they were a source of never-ending interest to the "tenderfeet" who occasionally appeared from nowhere and disappeared whence they had come.