Summary

Edward Sylvester Ellis Cowmen and Rustlers: A Story of the Wyoming Cattle Ranges

Over this broad expanse Jennie Whitney's eyes rove, and her heart seems to stand still as she answers:
"He is alone; I see no others."
"Then he brings evil tidings! Our people have been defeated; more than one has fallen."
The approaching horseman was riding furiously. His fleet animal was on a dead run, his neck outstretched, mane and tail streaming as he thundered through the hurricane created by his own tremendous speed.
The man who sat in the saddle was a perfect equestrian, as are all the cowmen and rustlers of the West.
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Edward Sylvester Ellis Cowmen and Rustlers: A Story of the Wyoming Cattle Ranges

She recognized the handsome youth, who doffed his hat, a courtesy instantly imitated by Hawkridge, the captain, and then the rest of the men, as they halted in front of the door, where stood the pale and startled mother, at a loss to understand the meaning of the strange sight.
"Good-morning!" called Sterry. "Where's Fred?"
"He's on the range with the men, looking after the cattle."
"And are you and your mother alone?"
"We are the only ones in the house. What is the meaning of all this?" she asked, looking with astonishment at the horsemen.
Source: Gutenberg

Edward Sylvester Ellis Cowmen and Rustlers: A Story of the Wyoming Cattle Ranges

At the moment an awful thrill shot through him; he caught a glimpse of Fred close in shore and going like the wind. The couple were still preserved from the fangs of the wolves, but only heaven knew how long it would last.
A short distance ahead an opening showed where a creek put in from the woods and hills. Monteith gave it only a glance when he skimmed past at the same furious pace as before. It looked as if there was hope at last, for the brutes first seen were all at the rear. If new danger came, it would be from others that ran out on the ice in front.
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