Название: The Dry Bottom Trilogy: The Two-Gun Man, The Coming of the Law & Firebrand Trevison
Автор: Charles Alden Seltzer
Издательство: Bookwire
Жанр: Языкознание
isbn: 9788027224333
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Charles Alden Seltzer
The Dry Bottom Trilogy: The Two-Gun Man, The Coming of the Law & Firebrand Trevison
Thrilling Adventure Novels set in the Town of Dry Bottom, New Mexico
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2017 OK Publishing
ISBN 978-80-272-2433-3
Table of Contents
The Two-Gun Man
Chapter I. The Stranger at Dry Bottom
Chapter II. The Stranger Shoots
Chapter III. The Cabin in the Flat
Chapter IV. A "Different Girl"
Chapter V. The Man of Dry Bottom
Chapter VI. At the Two Diamond
Chapter VII. The Measure of a Man
Chapter VIII. The Finding of the Orphan
Chapter IX. Would You be a "Character"?
Chapter X. Disappearance of the Orphan
Chapter XI. A Touch of Local Color
Chapter XIV. On the Edge of the Plateau
Chapter XVI. Leviatt Takes a Step
Chapter XVII. A Break in the Story
Chapter XIX. The Shot in the Dark
Chapter XXII. Keeping a Promise
Chapter XXIII. At the Edge of the Cottonwood
Chapter XXIV. The End of the Story
Chapter I. The Stranger at Dry Bottom
From the crest of Three Mile Slope the man on the pony could see the town of Dry Bottom straggling across the gray floor of the flat, its low, squat buildings looking like so many old boxes blown there by an idle wind, or unceremoniously dumped there by a careless fate and left, regardless, to carry out the scheme of desolation.
Apparently the rider was in no hurry, for, as the pony topped the rise and the town burst suddenly into view, the little animal pricked up its ears and quickened its pace, only to feel the reins suddenly tighten and to hear the rider's voice gruffly discouraging haste. Therefore, the pony pranced gingerly, alert, champing the bit impatiently, picking its way over the lumpy hills of stone and cactus, but holding closely to the trail.
The man lounged in the saddle, his strong, well-knit body swaying gracefully, his eyes, shaded by the brim of his hat, narrowed with slight mockery and interest as he gazed steadily at the town that lay before him.
"I reckon that must be Dry Bottom," he said finally, mentally taking in its dimensions. "If that's so, I've only got twenty miles to go."
Half way down the slope, and still a mile and a half from the town, the rider drew the pony to a halt. He dropped the reins over the high pommel of the saddle, drew out his two guns, one after the other, rolled the cylinders, and returned the guns to their holsters. He had heard something of Dry Bottom's reputation and in examining his pistols he was merely preparing himself for an emergency. For a moment after he had replaced the weapons he sat quietly in the saddle. Then he shook out the reins, spoke to the pony, and the little animal set forward at a slow lope.
An ironic traveler, passing through Dry Bottom in its younger days, before civic spirit had definitely centered its efforts upon things nomenclatural, had hinted that the town should be known as "dry" because of the fact that while it boasted seven buildings, four were СКАЧАТЬ