percolatin

Updated: May 13, 2025

The prairie around them was alive with bony horses and hungry-looking dogs. It was the impatient yelping of the dogs about the kettles rather than any sounds from the soft-footed Indians which we heard. The cowboy threw his cigarette on the floor, stamped on it with a jingle of spurs, and drawled, "Guess I'll be percolatin' got to ride night-herd." Ma Wagor grabbed him by his wide belt.

Edith Eudora Kohl - Land of the Burnt Thigh