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Title: Rowdy of the Cross L

Author: B.M. Sinclair, AKA B.M. Bower

Posting Date: November 7, 2008 [EBook #1907]
Release Date: September, 1999

Language: English

Character set encoding: ASCII

*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ROWDY OF THE CROSS L ***

Produced by Mary Starr

ROWDY OF THE "CROSS L."

By B.M. Sinclair (AKA B. M. Bower)

CONTENTS

1. Lost in a Blizzard
2. Miss Conroy Refuses Shelter
3. Rowdy Hires a New Boss
4. Pink as "Chappyrone"
5. At Home at Cross L
6. A Shot From the Dark
7. Rowdy in a Tough Place
8. Pink in a Threatening Mood
9. Moving the Herd
10. Harry Conroy at Home
11. Rowdy Promoted
12. "You Can Tell Jessie"
13. Rowdy Finds Happiness

CHAPTER 1. Lost in a Blizzard.

"Rowdy" Vaughan--he had been christened Rowland by his mother, and
rechristened Rowdy by his cowboy friends, who are prone to treat with
much irreverence the names bestowed by mothers--was not happy. He stood
in the stirrups and shook off the thick layer of snow which clung, damp
and close-packed, to his coat. The dull yellow folds were full of it;
his gray hat, pulled low over his purple ears, was heaped with it. He
reached up a gloved hand and scraped away as much as he could, wrapped
the long-skirted, "sour-dough" coat around his numbed legs, then settled
into the saddle with a shiver of distaste at the plight he was in, and
wished himself back at the Horseshoe Bar.

Dixie, standing knee-deep in a drift, shook himself much after the
manner of his master; perhaps he, also, wished himself back at the
Horseshoe Bar. He turned his head to look back, blinking at the snow
which beat insistently in his eyes; he could not hold them open long
enough to see anything, however, so he twitched his ears pettishly and
gave over the attempt.

"It's up to you, old boy," Rowdy told him resignedly. "I'm plumb lost; I
never was in this damn country before, anyhow--and I sure wish I wasn't
here now. If you've any idea where we're at, I'm dead willing to have
you pilot the layout. Never mind Chub; locating h