Rex Ellingwood Beach
A Bitter Root Billingsrbiter
Billings rode in from the Junction at dusk, ate his supper in silence, and talked about "press notices" on the porch. Billings said he had held the high cards, drawn out with honours, and changed...
Flesh
Monks built a monastery called San Sebastian under the very eyes of Abul Malek, fourth descendant of Hafiz. The Moor fed upon his wrongs and became more fanatical, and preached the gospel of Christ...
His Stock in Trade
The. Gross was an impressive talker, dropping trade mottoes and shop-worn bits of philosophy until young Mitchell realized that the cost of living had increased and that he had to raise his salary...
Laughing Bill Hyde
Mr. William Hyde was discharged from Deer Lodge Penitentiary a changed man. He went away from there and gained his sea legs and explored the ship. Laughing Bill hired the mail-man to take him and...
North of Fifty-Three
Big George was drinking, and the activities of the little Arctic mining camp were paralysed. He eyed a new-comer with critical disfavour, and roughly inquired: "Where'd you come from?" Captain...
Out of the Night
Austin posed awkwardly in front of a mirror, and Doctor Suydam laughed outright. The young physician started, and slammed the receiver upon its hook. Doctor Suydam told Robert Austin that Miss...
Pardners
The guy that alluded to marriages germinating in heaven certainly got off on the wrong foot. I was prospectin' a claim on Caribou Creek, and Justus Morrow was watching a dance at the Gold Belt when...
Running Elk
Five sultry days had I spent wandering unnoticed, but now I longed for another white man. The red man differs from both, and I have labored thirty years to find it. A self-made man, Henry Harman,...
The Colonel and the Horse-Thief
I got 'em playing horse-thief, and Black Hawk was the best horse in Texas. We lumped together all of our money and rode out to invade the reservation. We rode out from camp the next mornin' and...
The Cub Reporter
Paul Anderson chartered a furnished room for a week, and made his usual round of calls. He arose early on Monday morning to avoid his landlady. When he finally reached The Intelligencer...
The Moon, the Maid, and the Winged Shoes
The last place I locked wheels with Mike Butters was in Idaho, and we bedded down a savage Injun in Mike's dental stable. I pedaled a sewing machine while Mike dug into that Injun's hangin' wall...
The Mule Driver and the Garrulous Mute
Bill had finished panning the concentrates from our last clean-up, and I settled against the door-jamb and nodded. I held them both responsible for my present condition, and boycotted the English...