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Title: Good Indian

Author: B. M. Bower

Posting Date: July 26, 2008 [EBook #938]
Release Date: June, 1997

Language: English

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GOOD INDIAN

by B. M. Bower

1912

Contents:

I PEACEFUL HART RANCH
II GOOD INDIAN
III OLD WIVES' TALES
IV THE CHRISTMAS ANGEL
V "I DON'T CARE MUCH ABOUT GIRLS"
VI THE CHRISTMAS ANGEL PLAYS GHOST
VII MISS GEORGIE HOWARD, OPERATOR
VIII THE AMIABLE ANGLER
IX PEPPAJEE JIM "HEAP SABES"
X MIDNIGHT PROWLERS
XI "YOU CAN'T PLAY WITH ME"
XII "THEM DAMN' SNAKE"
XIII CLOUD-SIGN VERSUS CUPID
XIV THE CLAIM-JUMPERS
XV SQUAW-TALK-FAR-OFF HEAP SMART
XVI "DON'T GET EXCITED!"
XVII A LITTLE TARGET PRACTICE
XVIII A SHOT FROM THE RIM-ROCK
XIX EVADNA GOES CALLING
XX MISS GEORGIE ALSO MAKES A CALL
XXI SOMEBODY SHOT SAUNDERS
XXII A BIT OF PAPER
XXIII THE MALICE OF A SQUAW
XXIV PEACEFUL RETURN
XXV "I'D JUST AS SOON HANG FOR NINE MEN AS FOR ONE"
XXVI "WHEN THE SUN GOES AWAY"
XXVII LIFE ADJUSTS ITSELF AGAIN TO SMALL THINGS

GOOD INDIAN

CHAPTER I. PEACEFUL HART RANCH

It was somewhere in the seventies when old Peaceful Hart woke to a
realization that gold-hunting and lumbago do not take kindly to one
another, and the fact that his pipe and dim-eyed meditation appealed to
him more keenly than did his prospector's pick and shovel and pan seemed
to imply that he was growing old. He was a silent man, by occupation
and by nature, so he said nothing about it; but, like the wild things
of prairie and wood, instinctively began preparing for the winter of his
life. Where he had lately been washing tentatively the sand along Snake
River, he built a ranch. His prospector's tools he used in digging
ditches to irrigate his new-made meadows, and his mining days he lived
over again only in halting recital to his sons when they clamored for
details of the old days wh