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       About Clarence E. Mulford:

      Clarence Edward Mulford (3 February 1883 – 10 May 1956) was the creator of the character Hopalong Cassidy and who wrote many works of fiction and nonfiction.

      Source: Wikipedia


       CHAPTER I. Buckskin

       CHAPTER II. The Rashness of Shorty

       CHAPTER III. The Argument

       CHAPTER IV. The Vagrant Sioux

       CHAPTER V. The Law of the Range

       CHAPTER VI. Trials of the Convalescent

       CHAPTER VII. The Open Door

       CHAPTER VIII. Hopalong Keeps His Word

       CHAPTER IX. The Advent of McAllister

       CHAPTER X. Peace Hath its Victories

       CHAPTER XI. Holding the Claim

       CHAPTER XII. The Hospitality of Travennes

       CHAPTER XIII. Travennes’ Discomfiture

       CHAPTER XIV. The Tale of a Cigarette

       CHAPTER XV. The Penalty

       CHAPTER XVI. Rustlers on the Range

       CHAPTER XVII. Mr. Trendley Assumes Added Importance

       CHAPTER XVIII. The Search Begins

       CHAPTER XIX. Hopalong’s Decision

       CHAPTER XX. A Problem Solved

       CHAPTER XXI. The Call

       CHAPTER XXII. The Showdown

       CHAPTER XXIII. Mr. Cassidy Meets a Woman

       CHAPTER XXIV. The Strategy of Mr. Peters

       CHAPTER XXV. Mr. Ewalt Draws Cards

      CHAPTER I.


      The town lay sprawled over half a square mile of alkali plain, its main Street depressing in its width, for those who were responsible for its inception had worked with a generosity born of the knowledge that they had at their immediate and unchallenged disposal the broad lands of Texas and New Mexico on which to assemble a grand total of twenty buildings, four of which were of wood. As this material was scarce, and had to be brought from where the waters of the Gulf lapped against the flat coast, the last-mentioned buildings were a matter of local pride, as indicating the progressiveness of their owners.

      These creations of hammer and saw were of one story, crude and unpainted; their cheap weather sheathing, warped and shrunken by the pitiless sun, curled back on itself and allowed unrestricted entrance to alkali dust and air. The other shacks were of adobe, and reposed in that magnificent squalor dear to their owners, Indians and Mexicans.

      It was an incident of the Cattle Trail, that most unique and stupendous of all modern migrations, and its founders must have been inspired with a malicious desire to perpetrate a crime against geography, or else they reveled in a perverse cussedness, for within a mile on every side lay broad prairies, and two miles to the east flowed the indolent waters of the Rio Pecos itself. The distance separating the town from the river was excusable, for at certain seasons of the year the placid stream swelled mightily and swept down in a broad expanse of turbulent, yellow flood.

      Buckskin was a town of one hundred inhabitants, located in the valley of the Rio Pecos fifty miles south of the Texas-New Mexico line. The census claimed two hundred, but it was a well-known fact that it was exaggerated. One instance of this is shown by the name of Tom Flynn. Those who once knew Tom Flynn, alias Johnny Redmond, alias Bill Sweeney, alias Chuck Mullen, by all four names, could find them in the census list. Furthermore, he had been shot and killed in the March of the year preceding the census, and now occupied a grave in the young but flourishing cemetery. Perry’s Bend, twenty miles up the river, was cognizant of this and other facts, and, laughing in open derision at the padded list, claimed to be the better town in all ways, including marksmanship.

      One year before this tale opens, Buck Peters, an example for the more recent Billy the Kid, had paid Perry’s Bend a short but busy visit. He had ridden in at the north end of Main Street and out at the south. As he came in he was fired at by a group of ugly cowboys from a ranch known as the C-80. He was hit twice, but he unlimbered his artillery, and before his horse had carried him, half dead, out on the prairie, he had killed one of the group. Several citizens had joined the cowboys and added their bullets against Buck. The deceased had been the best bartender in the country, and the rage of the suffering citizens can well be imagined. They swore vengeance on Buck, his ranch,

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