Shoe-Bar Stratton
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Ames Joseph Bushnell. Shoe-Bar Stratton
CHAPTER I. BACK FROM THE DEAD
CHAPTER II. CROOKED WORK
CHAPTER III. MISTRESS MARY – QUITE CONTRARY
CHAPTER IV. THE BRANDING-IRON
CHAPTER V. TEX LYNCH
CHAPTER VI. THE BLOOD-STAINED SADDLE
CHAPTER VII. RUSTLERS
CHAPTER VIII. THE HOODOO OUTFIT
CHAPTER IX. REVELATIONS
CHAPTER X. BUCK FINDS OUT SOMETHING
CHAPTER XI. DANGER
CHAPTER XII. THWARTED
CHAPTER XIII. COUNTERPLOT
CHAPTER XIV. THE LADY FROM THE PAST
CHAPTER XV “BLACKLEG”
CHAPTER XVI. THE UNEXPECTED
CHAPTER XVII. THE PRIMEVAL INSTINCT
CHAPTER XVIII. A CHANGE OF BASE
CHAPTER XIX. THE MYSTERIOUS MOTOR-CAR
CHAPTER XX. CATASTROPHE
CHAPTER XXI. WHAT MARY THORNE FOUND
CHAPTER XXII. NERVE
CHAPTER XXIII. WHERE THE WHEEL TRACKS LED
CHAPTER XXIV. THE SECRET OF NORTH PASTURE
CHAPTER XXV. THE TRAP
CHAPTER XXVI. SHERIFF HARDENBERG INTERVENES
CHAPTER XXVII. AN HOUR TOO LATE
CHAPTER XXVIII. FOREBODINGS
CHAPTER XXIX. CREEPING SHADOWS
CHAPTER XXX. LYNCH SCORES
CHAPTER XXXI. GONE
CHAPTER XXXII. BUCK RIDES
CHAPTER XXXIII. CARRIED AWAY
CHAPTER XXXIV. THE FIGHT ON THE LEDGE
CHAPTER XXXV. THE DEAD HEART
CHAPTER XXXVI. TWO TRAILS CONVERGE
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Stratton suddenly turned his back and stared blankly through the open door. With the same unconscious instinct which had moved him to conceal his face from the old man, he fumbled in one pocket and drew forth papers and tobacco sack. It spoke well for his self-control that his fingers were almost steady as he deliberately fashioned a cigarette and thrust it between his lips. When he had lighted it and inhaled a puff or two, he turned slowly to Pop Daggett again.
“You sure know how to shoot a surprise into a fellow, old-timer,” he drawled. “A woman rancher, eh? That’s going some around this country, I’ll say. How long has she – er – owned the Shoe-Bar?”
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Stepping behind the counter, he poked around amongst a mass of miscellaneous merchandise and finally drew forth a pair of much-worn leather chaps, high-heeled boots almost new, and a cartridge-belt from which dangled an empty holster.
“There yuh are,” he said triumphantly, spreading them out on the counter. “Gun’s the only thing missin’. He kep’ that, but likely yuh got one of yore own. Saddle’s hangin’ out in the stable.”
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