spur-clinking

Updated: July 13, 2026

Then the rancher turned to the group of lounging riders. "Las Vegas, come here," he ordered, in a loud voice. Helen thrilled at sight of a tall, superbly built cowboy reluctantly detaching himself from the group. He had a red-bronze face, young like a boy's. Helen recognized it, and the flowing red scarf, and the swinging gun, and the slow, spur-clinking gait.

Zane Grey - The Man of the Forest