Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 22, 2025
"Just a friendly writing, like as not," answered the cowman. "No, Kid only trouble with you is you're too anxious over the interests of Dry Mesa range. I appreciate it, boy, and so does Chuckie. But that's no reason for you to take every newcomer for a wolf 'til he proves he's only a dog." "You won't do anything?" asked the puncher. "What d'you want me to do?"
"Na, I'm no carin'." "Sandy and me's gaein' to see Him some day." "I'll gang wi' ye. But I maun tak' my chuckie!" She looked down where she had set the little bird on the ground; it had hobbled away and she could not see it! "Eh," she cried, starting up, "ye made me forget my chuckie wi' yer questions! It's mither 'ill peck it!"
I used to think he must have bought his C.E. Now I see he has the makings." "He can be brilliant when he chooses. If only he were not so so scatter-brained." "What he needed was a jolt heavy enough to shake him together. It seems as though his father gave it to him." "That shock, and being picked up by Chuckie," agreed Genevieve.
I'll take all the hawsses down to the waterhole, and go on to the ranch. You can look for me back at sunup. The moon rises between three and four." "Genevieve, will you make out the list? Sit down and eat, Kid." "Well, just a snack, Miss Chuckie. Wouldn't stop for that if the hawsses didn't know the trail well enough to go down in the dark."
He instantly comprehended that Blake had swung over the edge and was descending the rope down the almost sheer face of the ravine wall. Now was the time! A touch of a knife-edge to the rope, and the girl would be saved. Would Gowan think of it?... Of course he would think of it. But he would not do it. He would leave the deed to be done by the man to whom he had relinquished Miss Chuckie.
Ashton on Rocket!" breathlessly answered his daughter. "Sorry to contradict you, Miss Chuckie," said Gowan. "He put himself on." "He's on yet," dryly commented the cowman. "May be something to that boy, after all." "But, Daddy! "Now, just stop fussing yourself, honey. He and Rocket are going smooth as axlegrease and bee-lining for Stockchute. How did the hawss start off? skittish?"
Isobel was standing close to the verge, her bosom heaving with quick-drawn breaths, her excited face flushing and paling in rapid alternation. Blake had pulled on his left glove, but had kept his right hand bare for her. As he held it out he looked up from the taut rope at his feet and saw her excessively agitated face. "Why, Miss Chuckie!" he remonstrated, "you're not going to break down now.
"Chuckie," he half whispered, "you couldn't ha' done it. You're you're dreaming, honey!" "No. Listen, Daddy! It's been growing on you so your fear that we'll lose our range. I thought if Mr. Blake came and told you it can't be done Don't you see?" "What if he finds it can?" huskily demanded Knowles. "He can't. I'm sure he can't. If he builds a reservoir, where could he get enough water to fill it?
He raised his head and looked at her with a wistful gleam of hope. She had averted her face from him and was gazing off at the hills with dim unseeing eyes. "Pardon me, Miss Knowles," he said, "but do you mind if I ask what is your first name?" She hesitated almost imperceptibly before replying: "I am called Chuckie Chuckie Knowles. Doesn't that sound cowgirlish?
The darkness hid Ashton's face, but his voice betrayed the sudden upwelling of his bitterness: "I never heard of him until he until a little over three years ago. I wish to Heaven he hadn't taken part in that bridge contest!" "How's that?" asked Knowles in a casual tone. "Nothing nothing!" Ashton hastened to disclaim. "You haven't been talking with Miss Chuckie about me, have you, Mr. Knowles?"
Word Of The Day
Others Looking