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Then Kurt went out and accosted a man leaning against a hitching-rail. "What's going on in this town?" The man stood rather indistinctly in the uncertain light. Kurt, however, made out his eyes and they were regarding him suspiciously. "Nothin' onusual," was the reply. "Has harvesting begun in these parts?" "Some barley cut, but no wheat. Next week, I reckon." "How's the wheat?"
The girl turned to her father. He raised his arm and pointed toward the road. "You git!" he said. She reached up and patted his grizzled cheek. Then she clung to him, sobbing. The afternoon following the day of his discharge from the Concho, Fadeaway rode into Antelope, tied his pony to the hitching-rail in front of "The Last Chance," and entered the saloon. Several men loafed at the bar.
The pony shook its head and trotted away, circling. Pete followed, hoping that the tangle of dragging rein might stop him. Half-dazed, Pete followed doggedly, but the horse started to run. Pete staggered back to the hitching-rail, untied the end of the broken rein and tossed it across the street. He did not know why he did this; he simply did it mechanically.
And possibly this was the secret of his power, for he was ever ready to grub-stake or doctor any gentleman in need or wounded in a desert affair and he had had a large experience in caring for gun-shot wounds. Pete, dismounting at the worn hitching-rail, entered the saloon, nodded casually to The Spider, and called for a drink.
But it seemed a face came between him and his passion a sweet and tragic face that would have had power to check him in a vastly more critical moment than this. And in an instant he had himself in hand, and, strangely, suddenly felt the strength that had come to him. Willetts stood in earnest colloquy with a short, squat Indian the half-breed Shadd. They leaned against a hitching-rail.
We can drag a blanket over this and leave the rest to the coyotes." They scraped a long, shallow hole in the arroyo-bed and buried Malvey along with his saddle and bridle. The Spider smiled as he saw them coming. He was still smiling as he watched them ride up the street and tie their tired ponies to the hitching-rail. He identified the led horse as the one Malvey had stolen from Pete.
Chuck Morgan nodded, and turned his horse aside toward the draw. Ten minutes later the water of the Lazy River was sluicing the dust from the legs and belly of Racey Dawson's horse. Racey spurred up the bank and rode toward the long, low building that was McFluke's store and saloon. There were no ponies standing at the hitching-rail in front of the place. For this Racey was devoutly thankful.
There was a watering-trough and hitching-rail directly opposite, a little to one side of Hemmenway's feed-store, and there a well-fed mare stood, drooping dejectedly between the shafts of a dilapidated buggy. On the corner was a two-storey brick building with large plate-glass windows on the ground floor for the display of intimate articles of feminine apparel.
Robert tied Jenny to the hitching-rail, and walked amid the hucksters to see what they had to sell; by observation he could ascertain the state of the market, and govern himself accordingly. After interviewing the hucksters he entered a store. "No, I don't want any cheese," said the first on whom he called. "The market is glutted," replied the second.
It was a warm summer morning in the town of Farewell. Save a dozen horses tied to the hitching-rail in front of various saloons and the Blue Pigeon Store and Bill Lainey, the fat landlord of the hotel, who sat snoring in a reinforced telegraph chair on the sidewalk in the shade of his wooden awning, Main Street was a howling wilderness. Dust overlay everything. It had not rained in weeks.
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