Hugh Pendexter

Hugh Pendexter

Summary

Portrait of Hugh Pendexter Hugh Pendexter The Mantle of Red Evans (1911)

Ordinarily, the coming of Miss Holt as manager of the hotel would have caused much gossip. In truth, it should have crowded the bar with the curious: but to the average masculine Sandville mind, this innovation of a woman manager was overshadowed by the presence of Red Evans.
During the brief life of the town the citizens had sadly felt the want of a successful bad man. Almost every Saturday night the shining lights of Cross Tree and Tibtown invaded the defenseless hamlet and crowded the walk from saloon to saloon, with none to deny them their blustering pleasure.
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Portrait of Hugh Pendexter Hugh Pendexter The Mantle of Red Evans (1911)

The bartender reached his apogee of resentment. He slowly removed his apron, to the applause of a general, expectant grin. He loved this homage of the always thirsty, although at times he pretended to brush it aside. Now he accepted it with a promise in his eyes; and, stepping behind the stranger, and thrusting forward his sullen jaw, he clapped a hand on the dusty shoulder and in a low, jarring voice demanded:
"Who'n thunder be you?"
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Portrait of Hugh Pendexter Hugh Pendexter The Mantle of Red Evans (1911)

I am not a gun-fighter. I am no longer a fraud- But I can see you think me what is worse than either—a coward. I'll find this—"
"Quit that," she broke in in a wailing voice. She approached close to him, bowing her head in her hands. "I've been praying that you might be what you are, I knew you weren't Red Evans; but you had so much nerve with Big Rennon I thought you must be a gun-man. I was happy when Bill Rogers poked you around with the gun, and I could see you were green at the game, or you'd have had him a dozen times. And as I began to hope, I stepped in. I—I'm tired of gun-fighting.
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