A vivacious and perhaps rather "cheap" story of the north cattle country. Texas, Bat and Winthrop Adams Endicott, who live up to their names, are the heroes of the story, and with them is a romantic eastern fir who walks deliberately into longed for thrills and dangers which she finds less romantic than dreadful. The story leaves the gun-man on "the lone prairie" trying to forget the girl who has returned to her own country with the "pilgrim" who has also made good in the west.
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 nam'--A'm call Batiste Xavier Jean----"
"Hold on there! If your ma or pa, or whichever one done the namin' didn't have no expurgated dictionary handy mebbe they ain't to blame--but from now on, between you an' me, you're Bat. That's name enough, an' the John Jack Judas Iscariot an' General Jackson part goes in the discards. An' bein' as this here is only a two-handed game, the discards is dead---- See?"
At the end of an hour the half-breed watched with a grin as the Texan raked in a huge pile o