The Lure of the Dim Trails

Author: B.M. Bower (Bertha Muzzy Sinclair)
Published: 1907
Language: English
Wordcount: 28,675 / 86 pg
Flesch-Kincaid Reading Ease: 82.6
LoC Category: PS
Downloads: 1,249
mnybks.net#: 1190
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A vivid portrayal of the experience of an Eastern author, among the cowboys of the West, in search of "local color" for a new novel. "Bud" Thurston learns many a lesson while following "the lure of the dim trails" but the hardest, and probably the most welcome, is that of love.

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"ain't your name Thurston? I'll bet a carload uh steers it is--Bud Thurston. And your home range is Fort Benton."

Phil stared and confessed to all but the "Bud."

"That's what me and your dad always called yuh," the man asserted. "Well, I'll be hanged! But I knew it. I knew I'd run acrost yuh somewheres. You're the dead image uh your dad, Bill Thurston. And me and Bill freighted together from Whoop-up to Benton along in the seventies. Before yuh was born we was chums. I don't reckon you'd remember me? Hank Graves, that used to pack yuh around on his back, and fill yuh up on dried prunes-- when dried prunes was worth money? Yuh used to call 'em 'frumes,' and--Why, it was me with your dad when the Indians pot-shot him at Chimney Rock; and it was me helped your mother straighten things up so she could pull out, back where she come from. She never took to the West much. How is she? Dead? Too bad; she was a mighty fine woman, your mother was.

"Well, I'll-be-hanged! Bud Thurston little, tow-hea

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