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Trails to Two Moons

Trails to Two Moons

Ritchie, Robert Welles

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General World History

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ISBN10: 1151268054
ISBN13: 9781151268051
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 58
Weight: 0.27
Height: 0.12 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1920 Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XXI A Week had passed since the night of madness in Two Moons. Hilma Ring--marveling at the freedom she had received from the hands of Original Bill, understanding this action not at all nor the man who had punished her with a kiss, then piloted her out of Cattle Kate's country and set her on her own road--Hilma lived on the diminishing store of flour and bacon in her own cabin. She lived adventitiously from hour to hour, without a plan. The soul of the girl drifted without anchorage. Time on time a sense of responsibility to a pledged word urged her return to Two Moons where--having heard no word to the contrary--she believed Zang Whistler to be still in jail. But at every such prompting, the laughing eyes and smiling white teeth of the man called Original Bill arose across the road to town, blocking it for her with a host of fears. Yes, and with something else, --some curious, undefinable menace of mastery for which the girl's mind could not find a word vehicle. She wished never to meet this man again. She prayed earnestly she might meet him once, she with a rifle in her hands. So the pendulum of her impulses swung, coming never to a rest. She was alternately frightened and furiously angry when she discovered that whenever she thought of Zang Whistler, the wind-roughened features of the outlaw immediately faded and melted into the round, smiling face of this enemy. She could see again just the look of dancing mischief that had filled those eyes; she could feel the touch of his lips Zang Whistler, after a night's prowling through Two Moons without encountering the man he sought, found no recourse but to return to Teapot Spout. His further presence in the town might embarrass the sheriff. To ride haphazard out to the cattle ranges on a hit-ormiss sea...

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