four-points

Updated: May 4, 2025

His hand, broad, coarse, thick-fingered, patted hers a hundred times as it lay upon the blankets, until she got nervous over his nervousness. "It's too bad I ain't got no linen sheets," said he suddenly. "But them blankets is eleven-pound four-points, at that.

Emerson Hough - The Sagebrusher: A Story of the West