The Border Boys with the Texas Rangers

The Border Boys with the Texas Rangers

The redheaded, sunburned last speaker reined in his impetuous, plunging, gray broncho and, shielding his eyes with his hand, gazed down the dusty main street of San Mercedes. Above the trio of lads who had halted their cayuses at the sudden sound of distant uproar, the sun hung in the steely blue sky like a red hot copper ball. Jack Merrill, alert and goodlooking, with his frank, bronzed face and easy seat in the saddle, followed the direction of redheaded Walt Phelps gaze. Ralph Stetson, equally excited, studied the situation with equivalent interest. And now at the end of the street, which had suddenly become thronged as if by magic with slouching Mexicans, bluebloused Chinese and swinginggaited cowpunchers with jingling spurs on their highheeled boots, a novel procession swept into view. But Jack Merrill stood his ground, and Walt Phelps, seeing that the leader of the three Border Boys did not swerve in the face of the onrush, did not budge an inch either. But on the street excitement was rife. Cayuses, hitched to the long, strong hitching racks, or simply left to stand with the reins dropped to the ground over their heads, plunged and squealed. Men ran about and shouted, and even the usually stolid[8] Chinese restaurant keepers and laundry men seemed stirred out of their habitual state of supreme unconcern. As for the Mexican residents of San Mercedes, they merely drew their serapes closer about them and from beneath their broad brimmed, conecrowned sombreros gazed with a haughty indifference at the group of galloping, shouting horsemen. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

Product details

Ebook Number: 49002
Author: Goldfrap, John Henry
Release Date: May 20, 2015
Format: eBook
Language: English