W. A. Fraser

“ Then the two men reeled from the shack, and Budd turned once more to Moran's letter on the door. “'The smoked greaser,'” he read. “That bloodthirsty coyote, Finn, means poor Ducky, an' the twenty cases in the wash-bowl is to pay for the murdering of Jack's man.”
“What diviltry has he been up to in the lean-to?” Ike queried. “Here's tracks where the wagon's been backed up to the door—there's two of 'em. One's a tenderfoot; no self-respectin' man on a cattle range'd wear a boot with a heel like a cow's hoof.” ”

“ Jack keeps a store to Fort Lonesome, an' I'll load this on one of them freighters runnin' from Big Medicine. I allow as Jack pretty near sabed a good thing when he euchred me on the whisky deal, an' he'll hug himselt big when this case is dumped at the door an' nothin' to pay but the freightin'. I'll get a artist to write 'smoked bacon' on the lid. I reckon Jack will get stark, starin' hostile when this parceled-up greaser's brought out onto the landscape. ”

“ Gomez would pay him fifty dollars for the mummy. But Finn diplomatically answered that he had stored the boxed greaser with a friend, and would have to share profits with him—in fact, he was now a partner in possession. Finally Finn agreed to restore the mummy for two hundred and fifty dollars; and at five o'clock the next morning Moran and Gomez started on the long drive to Fort Lonesome. ”

“ Finn.” Moran and Gomez passed from the shack, and the next thing Ducky knew his hiding place was floating about in the wagon box as they passed through the deepened waters of the Belly River.
Then the abductors fled over the Northward trail at furious speed.
An hour later Budd Lemon and Ike Ratlin finished their seven-mile run at the door of Fort Lonesome; their cayuses' flanks pumped with the exertion of the hastened coming. They had pursued the trail with avidity because of the ardent cause. As manager of commissariat, Budd Lemon was most absolutely discredited that day at Flathoof Ranch ”

“ This pardner of mine sometimes he gets hostile an' won't play none at all but just buck-jump, an' as to that weakness of character he might just refuse to part with this curio short of five hundred, which wouldn't be no-how square to you, stranger, accordin' to our bargain. ”