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Updated: June 20, 2025
Then without warning he drove a fist at Masten's face. The Easterner dodged the blow, evaded him, and danced off, his face alight with a venomous joy.
About every time an Easterner would pull out I noticed that she'd put a little wider heal on the bottom of her skirt. But she was purty much the same with me, an' after the spring round-up she used to keep me ridin' with her most o' the time when the' wasn't anything actually demandin' my attention. It was just about this time that Jabez hired a new man by the name of Bill Andrews.
He was thinking of this squalid tragedy and of its possible outcome. The erstwhile sprightly Cheyenne held a new significance for the Easterner. That a man could ride up and down the trails singing, and yet carry beneath it all the grim intent some day to kill a man Bartley felt that Cheyenne had suddenly become a stranger, an unknown quantity, a sinister jester, in fact, a dangerous man.
Militant! I never could make up my mind which made the fightingest reading in the San Francisco papers, the account of Friday's boxing contest or of Monday's meeting of the Board of Supervisors. They do say that a visiting Easterner was taken to the Board of Supervisors one afternoon. In the evening he was regaled with a battle royal.
Knives and forks ceased their clatter while the cowboys turned interested eyes upon the Easterner. Conniston caught the unveiled threat in the foreman's tones, saw that he had come in in the mood of a man ready to find fault, and took an instinctive disliking for the man he was being paid a dollar a day to take orders from.
Bartley flushed, and realizing that the other was there to intercept any action on his part to aid Cheyenne, he dropped Joshua's reins, and without the slightest warning of his intent in fact, Hull thought the Easterner was stooping to pick up the reins Bartley launched a haymaker that landed with a loud crack on Hull's unguarded chin, and Hull's head snapped back.
The grassy road led to a long, one-story, half-log, half-slab house, which stood on the bank of a small, swift, willow-bordered stream. "This is our ranch," she explained. "All the meadow in sight belongs to us." The young Easterner looked about in astonishment. Not a tree bigger than his thumb gave shade.
To a tamely prosperous Easterner who, some years after his return to the West, made the conventional remark, "And isn't it amazing that you were happy through those hard years of toil when you were so poor?" Peter Bines had replied, to his questioner's hopeless bewilderment: "No. But it is surprisin' that I kept happy after I got rich after I got what I wanted.
As for color, no Easterner believes in it when such men as Lungren or Parrish transposit it faithfully, any more than a Westerner would believe in the autumn foliage of our own hardwoods, or an Englishman in the glories of our gaudiest sunsets. They are all true. In the mountains, the high mountains above the seven or eight thousand foot level, grows an affair called the snow-plant.
Contingent after contingent came, danced, and departed joyously, leaving Bud short on rations, but happy that he could entertain so royally. Finally the novelty wore off, and Bud was left with his Airedale, his saddle-ponies, and the hand-carved piano. But Bud had profited by the innovation. An Easterner sojourning with Bud for a season, had taught him to play two tunes "Annie Laurie" and "Dixie."
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