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      Charles Alden Seltzer

      THE BOSS OF THE LAZY Y

      A Wild West Adventure

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      2017 OK Publishing

      ISBN 978-80-272-2437-1

      Table of Contents

       Chapter I. The Home-Coming of Calumet Marston

       Chapter II. Betty Meets the Heir

       Chapter III. Calumet's Guardian

       Chapter IV. Calumet Plays Betty's Game

       Chapter V. The First Lesson

       Chapter VI. "Bob"

       Chapter VII. A Page from the Past

       Chapter VIII. The Toltec Idol

       Chapter IX. Responsibility

       Chapter X. New Acquaintances

       Chapter XI. Progress

       Chapter XII. A Peace Offering

       Chapter XIII. Suspicion

       Chapter XIV. Jealousy

       Chapter XV. A Meeting in the Red Dog

       Chapter XVI. The Ambush

       Chapter XVII. More Progress

       Chapter XVIII. Another Peace Offering

       Chapter XIX. A Tragedy in the Timber Grove

       Chapter XX. Betty Talks Frankly

       Chapter XXI. His Father's Friend

       Chapter XXII. Neal Taggart Visits

       Chapter XXIII. For the Altars of His Tribe

      Chapter I. The Home-Coming of Calumet Marston

       Table of Contents

      Shuffling down the long slope, its tired legs moving automatically, the drooping pony swerved a little and then came to a halt, trembling with fright. Startled out of his unpleasant ruminations, his lips tensing over his teeth in a savage snarl, Calumet Marston swayed uncertainly in the saddle, caught himself, crouched, and swung a heavy pistol to a menacing poise.

      For an instant he hesitated, searching the immediate vicinity with rapid, intolerant glances. When his gaze finally focused on the object which had frightened his pony, he showed no surprise. Many times during the past two days had this incident occurred, and at no time had Calumet allowed the pony to follow its inclination to bolt or swerve from the trail. He held it steady now, pulling with a vicious hand on the reins.

      Ten feet in front of the pony and squarely in the center of the trail a gigantic diamond-back rattler swayed and warned, its venomous, lidless eyes gleaming with hate. Calumet's snarl deepened, he dug a spur into the pony's left flank, and pulled sharply on the left rein. The pony lunged, swerved, and presented its right shoulder to the swaying reptile, its flesh quivering from excitement. Then the heavy revolver in Calumet's hand roared spitefully, there was a sudden threshing in the dust of the trail, and the huge rattler shuddered into a sinuous, twisting heap. For an instant Calumet watched it, and then, seeing that the wound he had inflicted was not mortal, he urged the pony forward and, leaning over a little, sent two more bullets into the body of the snake, severing its head from its body.

      "Man's size," declared Calumet, his snarl relaxing. He sat erect and spoke to the pony:

      "Get along, you damned fool! Scared of a side-winder!"

      Relieved, deflating its lungs with a tremulous heave, and unmindful of Calumet's scorn, the pony gingerly returned to the trail. In thirty seconds it had resumed its drooping shuffle, in thirty seconds Calumet had returned to his unpleasant ruminations.

      A mile up in the shimmering white of the desert sky an eagle swam on slow wing, shaping his winding course toward the timber clump that fringed a river. Besides the eagle, the pony, and Calumet, no living thing stirred in the desert or above it. In the shade of a rock, perhaps, lurked a lizard, in the filmy mesquite that drooped and curled in the stifling heat slid a rattler, in the shelter of the sagebrush the sage hen might have nestled her eggs in the hot sand. But these were fixtures. Calumet, his pony, and the eagle, were not. The eagle was Mexican; it had swung its mile-wide circles many times to reach the point above the timber clump; it was migratory and alert with the hunger lust.

      Calumet watched it with eyes that glowed bitterly and balefully. Half an hour later, when he reached the river and the pony clattered down the rocky slope, plunged its head deeply into the stream and drank with eager, silent draughts, Calumet swung himself crossways in the saddle, fumbled for a moment at his slicker, and drew out a battered tin cup. Leaning over, he filled the cup with water, tilted

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