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    3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
    612-822-4611

Open Daily: 10am - 10pm | Alley-side Pickup: 10am - 7pm
3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
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Bar-20 Days

Bar-20 Days

Clarence Edward Mulford

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ISBN10: 1497397170
ISBN13: 9781497397170
Publisher: Createspace
Published: Mar 28 2014
Pages: 104
Weight: 0.33
Height: 0.22 Width: 5.98 Depth: 9.02
Language: English
Two tired but happy punchers rode into the coast town and dismounted in front of the best hotel. Putting up their horses as quickly as possible they made arrangements for sleeping quarters and then hastened out to attend to business. Buck had been kind to delegate this mission to them and they would feel free to enjoy what pleasures the town might afford. While at that time the city was not what it is now, nevertheless it was capable of satisfying what demands might be made upon it by two very active and zealous cow-punchers. Their first experience began as they left the hotel. Hey, you cow-wrastlers! said a not unpleasant voice, and they turned suspiciously as it continued: You've shore got to hang up them guns with the hotel clerk while you cavorts around on this range. This is fence country. They regarded the speaker's smiling face and twinkling eyes and laughed. Well, yo're the foreman if you owns that badge, grinned Hopalong, cheerfully. We don't need no guns, nohow, in this town, we don't. Plumb forgot we was toting them. But mebby you can tell us where lawyer Jeremiah T. Jones grazes in daylight? Right over yonder, second floor, replied the marshal. An' come to think of it, mebby you better leave most of yore cash with the guns-somebody'll take it away from you if you don't. It'd be an awful temptation, an' flesh is weak. Huh! laughed Johnny, moving back into the hotel to leave his gun, closely followed by Hopalong. Anybody that can turn that little trick on me an' Hoppy will shore earn every red cent; why, we've been to Kansas City! As they emerged again Johnny slapped his pocket, from which sounded a musical jingling. If them weak people try anything on us, we may come between them and their money! he boasted.

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