Combining thrills of Mexican-American border life, German-Mexican plots, the adventures of a cowpuncher-miner and the happy termination of his quest for love and wealth, this tale holds the reader's attention from beginning to end.
ith the country."
Captain Pike looked at him and chuckled. K. Rhodes was about twenty-three, tall, almost boyish in figure, but his shoulders and hands suggested strength, and his mouth had little dents of humor at the corners to mitigate the squareness of jaw and the heavy dark brows. His black lashes made the deep blue of his eyes look purple. Young he was, but with a stature and self-reliant manner as witness of the fact that he was fairly grown up already.
"Where'd you learn horses, Bub?"
"Tennessee stock farm, and southern California ranges. Then this neck of the woods seemed calling me, and I trailed over to look after a bit of land in Yuma. I wasted some time trying to break into the army, but they found some eye defect that I don't know anything about--and don't more than half believe! I had some dandy prospecting plans after that, but there was no jingling in my pockets--no outfit money, so I hailed Singleton as an angel monoplaned down with the ducats. Yes sir, I had all the dre