W. Crispin Sheppard

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W. Crispin Sheppard The Rambler Club on the Texas border (1915)

Over the rolling prairie floor at scarcely slackening speed dashed the herd. Tom found himself being forced nearer and nearer the center. His pony, sometimes almost lifted off his feet, fought desperately. He probably [171] knew as well as his rider that a fall would mean the snuffing out of his life in a twinkling by the flying hoofs.
The Rambler had lost all idea of direction, or how far they had gone. The excitement of the previous moments now gave place to a dull calm, which quieted the rapid beating of his heart.
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W. Crispin Sheppard The Rambler Club on the Texas border (1915)

Once more in the little frontier town in Texas the crowd met Cranny Beaumont—a new Cranny—one they had never known before. They were amazed and delighted. Yes, actually the Tacoma lad was hard at work; it didn’t really seem possible.
Cranny didn’t intend to be a failure. Little things in life sometimes turn the scale. The Tacoma lad’s meeting with Ralph Edmunds had been the means of calling his attention to a line of work which thoroughly appealed to him—that of corresponding for the newspapers. To Cranny, long groping in the dark, it came as a great and welcome surprise.
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W. Crispin Sheppard The Rambler Club on the Texas border (1915)

GOOD-BYE TO THE RANGERS
Stopping with a suddenness that sent the horses back on their haunches, the men made no attempt to draw their weapons. After the first instant of stunning surprise, they seemed to face the determined-looking officers with singular calmness.
Carl Alvin’s loud order to halt, uttered in Spanish, was received in silence, but the moment following, to the astonishment of all, the benevolent-looking Mexican leader broke out in a hearty peal of laughter, which was promptly taken up by the others, until the narrow pass was filled with the echoes of their mirth.
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