The Sheriff of Pecos is a western novel by H. Bedford-Jones. Bedford-Joneswas a Canadian-American historical, adventure fantasy, science fiction, crime and Western writer who became a naturalized United States citizen in 1908.He wrote numerous works of historical fiction dealing with several different eras, including Ancient Rome, the Viking era, seventeenth century France and Canada during the «New France» era. Bedford-Jones produced several fantasy novels revolving around Lost Worlds. Excerpt: "Besides «Galway» Mike, who was reading the Pahrump County News behind the bar, there were three men in Mike's Place. One of the three was a stranger. He sat drowsily at the corner table, hat pulled over his eyes, whisky untasted. The other two stood at the bar. The tall, dangerous man who had a rattler skin about his white Stetson was speaking: «It's like this, Murphy. Right after the old man died, young Shumway went to the pen. He was caught dead to rights with a runnin' iron, y' understand–» «So I heard.» The large, red-faced man chuckled. «So I heard, Buck.»
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H. Bedford-Jones. The Sheriff of Pecos (Western Novel)
The Sheriff of Pecos (Western Novel)
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I. JACK ROBINSON
CHAPTER II. EXIT MATT BRADY
CHAPTER III. ROBINSON'S PARTNER
CHAPTER IV. BUCK LAYS PLANS
CHAPTER V. BUCK'S LUCKY DAY
CHAPTER VI. PROOF
CHAPTER VII. MASKS OFF
CHAPTER VIII. EXIT MR. P. BRADY
CHAPTER IX. FISHER RIDES NORTH
CHAPTER X. THE LAST STAKE
CHAPTER XI. THE TRAP IS SPRUNG
CHAPTER XII. THE CLEAN-UP
CHAPTER XIII. FINIS
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"Thunderation!" the stranger cried with a perplexed air. "Blamed if I didn't have the worst nightmare you ever heard of, gents; I'm a terrible person for them things! Sure's my name's Jack Robinson, I was goin' through a reg'lar gun fight, and me the most peaceable man ever stepped! Ain't it awful what can happen in your sleep?"
With his hat off and standing erect, he was revealed as a tall, slim young man, garbed in usual puncher style. Beneath his close-clipped reddish hair beamed a brown, laughing face which compelled smiles from those who met the steady eyes. That is, sometimes; behind the smile of those eyes there lurked something deeper.
