A swiftly moving story of the Great Northwest.
in those other brutes, beats me."
He could hear her moving about her room, sliding drawers, lifting and dropping the implements of her evening toilet.
"Not another woman in a hundred miles," he grumbled, "at least not one that matters. And yet I got to go through this waiting every night!"
She laughed, her mouth full of the coil of her hair.
His eye moved upward from the camp and settled on one lone shack that crowned a promontory overlooking the ugly scene below.
"Koppy's at home," he called.
"Some day you'll find out something about your underforeman," she teased.
"I wish I could," he returned so viciously that she laughed aloud.
"You've been wishing it a long time, but to date he seems innocent enough. You don't need to care so long as he turns up to work every morning."
"Innocent?" He snorted. "Them damn Poles can't be innocent. Ever since them horses began to go-- If we could only do without the damn heathen!"
"But you damn well can't.
"The story lives up to its promise"
You can find a short review of this title from a 1922 New York Times, using this link:
This links to a full-article PDF; the review is the last paragraph of the PDF article. It was awesome to come up with that from a Google search! :)
Looking forward to reading this one!