BAR-20
By
CLARENCE EDWARD MULFORD
This edition published by Dreamscape Media LLC, 2018
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About Clarence E. Mulford:
Clarence Edward Mulford (3 February 1883 – 10 May 1956) was the creator of the character Hopalong Cassidy and who wrote many works of fiction and nonfiction.
Source: Wikipedia
TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHAPTER II. The Rashness of Shorty
CHAPTER V. The Law of the Range
CHAPTER VI. Trials of the Convalescent
CHAPTER VIII. Hopalong Keeps His Word
CHAPTER IX. The Advent of McAllister
CHAPTER X. Peace Hath its Victories
CHAPTER XII. The Hospitality of Travennes
CHAPTER XIII. Travennes’ Discomfiture
CHAPTER XIV. The Tale of a Cigarette
CHAPTER XVI. Rustlers on the Range
CHAPTER XVII. Mr. Trendley Assumes Added Importance
CHAPTER XVIII. The Search Begins
CHAPTER XIX. Hopalong’s Decision
CHAPTER XXIII. Mr. Cassidy Meets a Woman
CHAPTER XXIV. The Strategy of Mr. Peters
CHAPTER XXV. Mr. Ewalt Draws Cards
CHAPTER I.
Buckskin
The town lay sprawled over half a square mile of alkali plain, its main Street depressing in its width, for those who were responsible for its inception had worked with a generosity born of the knowledge that they had at their immediate and unchallenged disposal the broad lands of Texas and New Mexico on which to assemble a grand total of twenty buildings, four of which were of wood. As this material was scarce, and had to be brought from where the waters of the Gulf lapped against the flat coast, the last-mentioned buildings were a matter of local pride, as indicating the progressiveness of their owners.
These creations of hammer and saw were of one story, crude and unpainted; their cheap weather sheathing, warped and shrunken by the pitiless sun, curled back on itself and allowed unrestricted entrance to alkali dust and air. The other shacks were of adobe, and reposed in that magnificent squalor dear to their owners, Indians and Mexicans.
It was an incident of the Cattle Trail, that most unique and stupendous of all modern migrations, and its founders must have been inspired with a malicious desire to perpetrate a crime against geography, or else they reveled in a perverse cussedness, for within a mile on every side lay broad prairies, and two miles to the east flowed the indolent waters of the Rio Pecos itself. The distance separating the town from the river was excusable, for at certain seasons of the year the placid stream swelled mightily and swept down in a broad expanse of turbulent, yellow flood.
Buckskin was a town of one hundred inhabitants, located in the valley of the Rio Pecos fifty miles south of the Texas-New Mexico line. The census claimed two hundred, but it was a well-known fact that it was exaggerated. One instance of this is shown by the name of Tom Flynn. Those who once knew Tom Flynn, alias Johnny Redmond, alias Bill Sweeney, alias Chuck Mullen, by all four names, could find them in the census list. Furthermore, he had been shot and killed in the March of
