Silver and Gold: A Story of Luck and Love in a Western Mining Camp

by Dane Coolidge

Overview

The day had dawned on the summit of Apache Leap and a golden eagle, wheeling high above the crags, flashed back the fire of the sun from his wings; but in the valley below where old Pinal lay sleeping the heat had not begun. A cool wind drew down from the black mouth of Queen Creek Canyon, stirring the listless leaves of the willows, and the shadow of the great cliff fell like a soothing hand on the deserted town at its base.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9789357930338
Publisher:	Alpha Edition
Publication date:	02/29/2024
Pages:	156
Product dimensions:	6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.36(d)

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CHAPTER III HOBO STUFF YOUNG man," began Bunker Hill after a long and painful silence in which Big Boy completely ignored him, "I want to ask your pardon. And anything I can do " "I'm all right," cut in the hobo wiping the blood out of one eye and feeling tenderly of a tooth, "and I don't want nothing to do with you." "Can't blame ye, can't blame ye," answered Old Bunk judicially. "I certainly got you wrong. But as I was about to say, Mrs. Hill sent this lunch and she said she hoped you'd accept it." He untied a sack from the back of his saddle, and as he caught the fragrance of new-made doughnuts Big Boy's resolution failed. "All right," he said, making a grab for the lunch. "Much obliged!" And he chucked him a bill. "Hey, what's this for?" exclaimed Bunker Hill grievously. "Didn't I ask your pardon already." "Well, maybe you did," returned the hobo, "but after that call down you gave me this morning I'm going to pay my way. It's too danged bad," he murmured sarcastically as he opened up the lunch,"Sure hard luck to see a good woman like that married to a pennypinching old walloper like you." "Oh, I don't know," observed Old Bunk, gazing doubtfully at the bill, but at last he put it in his pocket. "Yes, that's right," he agreed with an indulgent smile, "she's an awful good cook and an awful good woman, too. I'll just give her this money to buy some little present she told me I was wrong, all the time. But I want to tell you, pardner you can believe it or not I never turned a man down before." The hobo grunted and bit into a doughnut and Bunker Hill settled down beside him. "Say," he began in an easy, conversational tone, "did you ever hear about the hobo that was walking thestreets in Globe? Well, he was broke and up against it hadn't et for t...