Honoré Willsie

Name: The Exile of The Lariat — Chapter 2
Author: Honoré Willsie

The Exile of The Lariat — Chapter 2 (1923)

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“The Exile of The Lariat — Chapter 2”, published in 1923, is a work by Honoré Willsie. It explores elements such as Bookie, Fort Sioux and Hugh.

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Honoré Willsie, The Exile of The Lariat — Chapter 2 (1923)

“ It takes a solid front of complacency to withstand the attacks of a woman's club, but the men of Fort Sioux were solid to the core.
Hugh and his Uncle Bookie, however, could not be accounted as a part of these shock troops, although they were citizens of the little town. Hugh saw Fort Sioux only as a shipping point for dinosaurs, and Bookie saw its true beauty. To Bookie, the lonely town included in its environs not only the ugly streets and the hideous dwellings but the canyon walls that hemmed it in and the wide plains above and the sweeping freedom of the sky. ”

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Honoré Willsie, The Exile of The Lariat — Chapter 2 (1923)

“ Hugh glanced at the cot back of the stove where Bookie slept. “I think I’ll move another cot in here, Uncle Bookie, and stay with you between trips.”
The older man shook his head. “It will just cause talk, and anyhow, I’m not lonely that way. Mine’s just the loneliness of one kind of old age. The loneliness of looking back at wasted years and forward to—nothing. You stay with Jessie.” He paused and shook his head. “You young fellows of this generation are ruining your women. My generation of women was worth twenty of yours. ”

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Honoré Willsie, The Exile of The Lariat — Chapter 2 (1923)

“ Now and again lone eagles wandered through the violet sky.
They stopped for a very short noon rest at the government wells, then urged the tired horses on. A long sun drenched afternoon, and then toward sundown a startling glimpse again of the canyon in which floated the opalescent clouds of spring. The road seemed to drop into the canyon with utter finality. ”

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Honoré Willsie, The Exile of The Lariat — Chapter 2 (1923)

“ Fording up to Bookie’s Dude Ranch, fossil hunters, packing prehistoric burdens, and always the unremitting uproar of the river.
Bookie was standing at his window, the window of the Lariat Book Shop, when Hugh led his precious train across the bridge and up the street to the railroad corral. Hugh waved to him in passing The old man’s face, not Jessie’s, would give him his true home-coming. After all, a man must find that look of home somewhere, or be no better than a beast with only a lair, Hugh thought as he turned the freight over to Fred’s careful hands and trotted back to The Lariat. ”

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Honoré Willsie, The Exile of The Lariat — Chapter 2 (1923)

“ Fred gave him his breakfast the next morning and shortly after eight o’clock Hugh strolled thoughtfully into the book store.
Fort Sioux, of course, was no place for a book store. Everybody knows that a small town does not support a book store comfortably even in the east, and that the hopelessness of a book store in a small town increases as we move westward. Sometimes even a westerner will admit that frontier states are not book-absorbing states.
Bookie Smith had always had one consuming ambition. He had wanted to keep a book store in Boston. ”

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Honoré Willsie, The Exile of The Lariat — Chapter 2 (1923)

“ Space, color, wide winds and mellow sun, dust of bellowing herds, shouting cowmen, the smell of leather and horse sweat, the clamor of the locomotive shops, the shriek of transcontinental trains, the rush of Indian ponies urged by unsmiling braves, tourists. ”

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Honoré Willsie, The Exile of The Lariat — Chapter 2 (1923)

“ Morgan in her younger days up on the old Bar X did the work of three people. And even now, in spite of all her faults, she’s a dray horse for work. But this new generation of town women that you fellows keep in idleness—Huh! You get about what you deserve for your softness!”
“You’d better let me move in with you,” repeated Hugh. “I have a feeling that you don’t look well.”
“Any man unlucky enough to survive the grub at the Indian Massacre for ten years has a right not to look well,” retorted Bookie. “You stay with your wife. A generation ago you wouldn’t have thought of leaving her. ”

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Honoré Willsie, The Exile of The Lariat — Chapter 2 (1923)

“ Bookie shook his head. “Jessie has a brain She’s lazy-minded, that’s all. I didn’t want you to marry her, I’ll admit, but it wasn’t that I had anything in particular against Jessie, as I’ve told you fifty times. A boy of twenty-two has no business to marry if he’s a growing man. And you were that. Not that I’m knocking Jessie, either. She’s got a lot to her, but you don’t seem able to bring it out.”
“Well, where does it all lead to?” sighed Hugh. ”

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Honoré Willsie, The Exile of The Lariat — Chapter 2 (1923)

“ My girl made ’em!” protested Red Wolf.
“I don’t care who made it. She got chamois skin and beads at the Ten Cent Store in Cheyenne and a design off a Pullman carpet. I want buckskin and real Indian designs, like the bucks wore when you and I were young. Rabbit tracks in the snow, eagles flying. You know, Red Wolf.”
“They won’t make ’em,” said the Indian dejectedly.
“O go on and swap with him, Uncle Bookie!” exclaimed Hugh. “You’re being artistic in restraint of trade!” ”

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Honoré Willsie, The Exile of The Lariat — Chapter 2 (1923)

“ I ain’t got a refined hair in my head, and I’m proud of it. It’s bad enough to be running the Indian Massacre. On the day some one accuses me of being refined too, I’ll get me a job on the old ranch, roping steers.”
Mrs Morgan tossed her head. “What I’m sorry for Jessie for, is that she’s got a husband without any ambition. Hugh is the smartest young man in Fort Sioux country and the nicest and best liked. And he’s wasting his life being coroner on a lot of beasts that died the Lord knows when.” ”

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Honoré Willsie, The Exile of The Lariat — Chapter 2 (1923)

“ Pink groaned, took a huge bite of pie and winked at Bookie. Jessie leaned indolently against the doorpost, her eyes on Hugh.
Bookie smiled grimly. “Hughie,” he said, “you might as well give in. The women in this state run the schools, run the politics and have got all the married men roped and hobbled. But I warn you now, Pink, that the day your wife becomes the governor of Wyoming, I’m going to move to Boston.”
“She won’t run for governor,” declared Pink.
“What’s to prevent her?” Bookie glanced derisively at Mrs. Morgan, who was darting quick glances from himself to her husband and to Hugh. ”

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Honoré Willsie, The Exile of The Lariat — Chapter 2 (1923)

“ Tall and strong, with fine shoulders and slim thighs. Strength in the splendid neck and strength rather than beauty in the cleanly chiseled face. Perhaps in her perfect strength there was beauty. Who can say? ”

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