cross-triangle's

Updated: May 29, 2025

The receding chin, and coarse, loosely opened mouth, the pale, lifeless eyes set too closely together under a low forehead, with a ragged thatch of dead, mouse-colored hair, and a furtive, sneaking, lost-dog expression, proclaimed him the outcast that he was. The big man eyed Patches as he greeted the Cross-Triangle's foreman. "Howdy, Phil!" "Hello, Nick!" returned Phil coldly. "Howdy, Joe!"

Harold Bell Wright - When A Man's A Man