The One-Way Trail: A story of the cattle country
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Cullum Ridgwell. The One-Way Trail: A story of the cattle country
CHAPTER I. A GENTLEMAN RANKER
CHAPTER II. A SHOOTING MATCH
CHAPTER III. IN BARNRIFF
CHAPTER IV. JIM PROPOSES
CHAPTER V. TO THE RED, DANCING DEVIL
CHAPTER VI. EVE AND WILL
CHAPTER VII. THE CHICKEN-KILLING
CHAPTER VIII. THE “BOYS” OF THE VILLAGE
CHAPTER IX. A WOMAN’S CARE
CHAPTER X. AN EVIL NIGHT
CHAPTER XI. A WEDDING-DAY IN BARNRIFF
CHAPTER XII. THE QUEST OF PETER BLUNT
CHAPTER XIII. AFTER ONE YEAR
CHAPTER XIV. THE BREAKING POINT
CHAPTER XV. A “PARTY CALL”
CHAPTER XVI. DEVIL DRIVEN
CHAPTER XVII. THE WORKING OF THE PUBLIC MIND
CHAPTER XVIII. A WOMAN’S INSTINCT
CHAPTER XIX. BRANDED
CHAPTER XX. APPROACHING THE TRIBUNAL
CHAPTER XXI. INSPIRATION
CHAPTER XXII. THE VIGILANCE COMMITTEE
CHAPTER XXIII. TERROR
CHAPTER XXIV. FOR A WOMAN
CHAPTER XXV. THE TRAIL OF THE RUSTLERS
CHAPTER XXVI. ON THE LITTLE BLUFF RIVER
CHAPTER XXVII. ANNIE
CHAPTER XXVIII. WILL
CHAPTER XXIX. JIM
CHAPTER XXX. WILL HENDERSON REACHES THE END
CHAPTER XXXI. THE DISCOMFITURE OF SMALLBONES
CHAPTER XXXII. THE TRIUMPH OF SMALLBONES
CHAPTER XXXIII. AFTER THE VERDICT
CHAPTER XXXIV. THE TRUTH
CHAPTER XXXV. IN THE SHADOW OF THE GALLOWS TREE
CHAPTER XXXVI. THE PASSING OF ELIA
CHAPTER XXXVII. GOLD
CHAPTER XXXVIII. ON, OVER THE ONE-WAY TRAIL
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In silence the two men sat smoking. Will Henderson, half sitting, half lying on the stretcher-bed, gazed out through the doorway at the distant mountain peaks. His hands were clasped behind his head, and a sullen, preoccupied look was in his eyes. Jim Thorpe was sitting, frog-fashion, on an upturned soap-box, watching him. His eyes were a shade anxious, but full of good feeling.
Jim was nine years his cousin’s senior, and Will was twenty-four. They were really almost foster-brothers, for from the younger man’s earliest days he had lived with Jim, in the care of the latter’s widowed mother. He was an orphan, both his parents having died before he was two years old, and so it was that he had been adopted by Jim’s mother, the child’s only living relative. For years Jim had lavished on him an elder brother’s affection and care. And when his own mother died, and he was left to his own resources, it still made no difference. Will must share in everything. Will’s education must be completed adequately, for that was Jim’s nature. His duty and inclination lay straight ahead of him, and he carried both out to the end. Perhaps he did more. Perhaps he overindulged and spoiled the youngster of whom he was so fond. Anyway, as in many similar cases, Will accepted all as his right, and gave very little in return. He was selfish, passionate, and his temper was not always a nice one.
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“It’s bad. Still–” He looked at the guns. He was thinking swiftly. He knew that he was a wonderful shot with a revolver. He was in constant practice, too. Jim was a good shot, but then his practice was very limited. Yes, the chances were all in his favor.
“Get busy then,” he said presently, with apparent reluctance.
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