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       Clarence Edward Mulford

      The Man from Bar 20

      A Story of the Cow Country

      Published by Good Press, 2019

       [email protected]

      EAN 4057664633644

       CHAPTER I A STRANGER COMES TO HASTINGS

       CHAPTER II A QUESTION OF IDENTITY

       CHAPTER III THE WISDOM OF THE FROGS

       CHAPTER IV A FEINT

       CHAPTER V PREPARATIONS

       CHAPTER VI A MOONLIGHT RECONNAISSANCE

       CHAPTER VII A COUNCIL OF WAR

       CHAPTER VIII FLEMING IS SHOWN

       CHAPTER IX A SKIRMISH IN THE NIGHT

       CHAPTER X A CHANGE OF BASE

       CHAPTER XI NOCTURNAL ACTIVITIES

       CHAPTER XII YEASTY SUSPICION

       CHAPTER XIII AN OBSERVANT OBSERVER

       CHAPTER XIV THE END OF A TRAIL

       CHAPTER XV BLINDMAN'S BUFF

       CHAPTER XVI THE SCIENCE OF SOMBREROS

       CHAPTER XVII TREED

       CHAPTER XVIII AT BAY

       CHAPTER XIX AN UNWELCOME VISITOR

       CHAPTER XX A PAST MASTER DRAWS CARDS

       CHAPTER XXI SCOUTING AS A FINE ART

       CHAPTER XXII "TWO IJUTS"

       CHAPTER XXIII "ALL BUT TH' COWS"

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       A STRANGER COMES TO HASTINGS

       Table of Contents

      A horseman rode slowly out of a draw and up a steep, lava-covered ridge, singing "The Cowboy's Lament," to the disgust of his horse, which suddenly arched its back and stopped the song in the twenty-ninth verse.

      "Dearly Beloved," grinned the rider, after he had quelled the trouble, "yore protest is heeded. 'Th' Lament' ceases, instanter; an' while you crop some of that grass, I'll look around and observe th' scenery, which shore is scrambled. Now, them two buttes over there," leaning forward to look around a clump of brush, "if they ain't twins, I'll eat—"

      He ducked and dismounted in one swift movement to the vengeful tune of a screaming bullet over his head, slapped the horse and jerked his rifle from its scabbard. As the horse leaped down the slope of the ridge there was no sign of any living thing to be seen on the trail. A bush rustled near the edge of a draw, a peeved voice softly cursed the cacti and Mexican locust; and a few minutes later the shadow of a black lava bowlder grew suddenly fatter on one side. The cause of this sudden shadow growth lay prone under the bulging side of the great rock, peering out intently between two large stones; and flaming curiosity consumed his soul. A stranger in a strange land, who rode innocently along a free trail and minded his own business, merited no such a welcome as this. His promptness of action and the blind luck in that bending forward at the right instant were all that saved his life; and his celerity of movement spoke well for his reflexes, for he had found himself fattening the shadow of the bowlder almost before he had fully realized the pressing need for it.

      Minute after minute passed before his searching eyes detected anything concerned with the unpleasant episode, and then he sensed rather than saw a slight movement on the mottled, bowlder-strewn slope of a distant butte. A bush moved gently, and that was all.

      To cross the intervening chaos of rocks and brush, pastures and draws would take him an hour if it were done as caution dictated, and by that time the chase would be useless. So he waited until the sun was two hours higher, pleasantly anticipating a stealthy reconnaissance by his unknown enemy to observe the dead. He had dropped into high grass and brush when he left the saddle and there was no way that the marksman could be certain of the results of his shot except by closer examination. But the man in ambush had no curiosity, to his target's regret; and the target, despairing of being honored by a visit, finally gave up the vigil. After a silent interval a soft whistle from a thicket, well back in a draw, caused the grazing horse to lift his head, throw its ears forward and walk sedately toward the sound.

      "Dearly Beloved," said a low voice from the thicket, "come closer. That was a two-laigged skunk, an' his eyes are good. Likewise he is one plumb fine shot."

      Ever since he had listened to the marriage ceremony which had subjugated his friend Hopalong for the rest of that man's natural life, the phrase "Dearly Beloved" had stuck in his

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