author - "James B. Hendryx"
it too mooch col' in wintaire, but, voila! Better A'm lak I freeze l'il bit as burn oop!"The Texan laughed. "I don't blame you none. I never be'n down to Yuma but they tell me it's hell on wheels. Go ahead an' deal, Pedro." "Pedro, non! Ma moder she nam' Moon Eye, an' ma fader she Cross-Cut Lajune. Derefor', A'm Batiste Xavier Jean Jacques de Beaumont Lajune." The bottle thumped upon the table top. "What the hell is that, a name or a song?" "Me, das ma
te was loud, now--hoarse, and portentous of evil.The high banks on either side of the river drew closer together, the speed of the drifting scows increased, and upon the dark surface of the water tiny whirlpools appeared. Vermilion raised the pole above his head and pointed toward a narrow strip of beach that showed dimly at the foot of the high bank, at a point only a few hundred yards above the dark gap where the river plunged between the upstanding rocks of the Chute. Looking backward, Chloe
it too mooch col' in wintaire, but, voila! Better A'm lak I freeze l'il bit as burn oop!"The Texan laughed. "I don't blame you none. I never be'n down to Yuma but they tell me it's hell on wheels. Go ahead an' deal, Pedro." "Pedro, non! Ma moder she nam' Moon Eye, an' ma fader she Cross-Cut Lajune. Derefor', A'm Batiste Xavier Jean Jacques de Beaumont Lajune." The bottle thumped upon the table top. "What the hell is that, a name or a song?" "Me, das ma
te was loud, now--hoarse, and portentous of evil.The high banks on either side of the river drew closer together, the speed of the drifting scows increased, and upon the dark surface of the water tiny whirlpools appeared. Vermilion raised the pole above his head and pointed toward a narrow strip of beach that showed dimly at the foot of the high bank, at a point only a few hundred yards above the dark gap where the river plunged between the upstanding rocks of the Chute. Looking backward, Chloe