Author of “Tramps of the Range,” “Sticky Ropes,” etc.
“I tell yuh he did make out a will! You’re danged right he did! That
day he had Williams, the lawyer, from Broken Butte he made out that
will. Aw-w-w, ----, you make me tired!”
“Wheezer” Bell spat angrily and hammered his boot-heel against the wall
of the NR bunk-house. Wheezer was half-inclined to be mad at “Leather”
Kleig, who was humped up in the shade, his thin, impassive face hidden
under the brim of his wide sombrero.
“Chet” Wells, a broken-nosed, scar-faced cowboy, was stretched out,
half in shade, half in sun, chewing a big portion of tobacco; while
just beyond him sat “Wooden-shoe” Van Dorn, a fat, stolid-faced,
pig-eyed cowboy.
“You engineered this deal, Leather--” Wheezer stopped hammering the
bunk-house wall and glared down at the top of Leather’s hat--“and you
sure raised ---- and put a block under it, if anybody rises from the
dead to inquire.”