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Laughing Bill Hyde by Rex Ellingwood Beach
Mr. William Hyde was discharged from Deer Lodge Penitentiary a changed man. That was quite in line with the accepted…
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North of Fifty-Three by Rex Ellingwood Beach
Big George was drinking, and the activities of the little Arctic mining camp were paralysed. Events invariably ceased their progress…
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Out of the Night by Rex Ellingwood Beach
“There is but one remedy for your complaint.” Doctor Suydam settled deeper into his chair. “Marry the girl.” “That is…
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Pardners by Rex Ellingwood Beach
“Most all the old quotations need fixing,” said Joyce in tones forbidding dispute. “For instance, the guy that alluded to…
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Running Elk by Rex Ellingwood Beach
Up from the valley below came the throb of war drums, the faint rattle of shots, and the distant cries…
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The Colonel and the Horse-Thief by Rex Ellingwood Beach
“We’ve got to eat, and so’s the horses, but no rancher is goin’ to welcome with open arms as disreputable…
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The Cub Reporter by Rex Ellingwood Beach
Why he chose Buffalo Paul Anderson never knew, unless perhaps it had more newspapers than Bay City, Michigan, and because…
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The Moon, the Maid, and the Winged Shoes by Rex Ellingwood Beach
The last place I locked wheels with Mike Butters was in Idaho. I’d just sold a silver-lead prospect and was…
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The Mule Driver and the Garrulous Mute by Rex Ellingwood Beach
Bill had finished panning the concentrates from our last clean-up, and now the silver ball of amalgam sizzled and fried…
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The North Wind’s Malice by Rex Ellingwood Beach
It had snowed during the night, but toward morning it had grown cold; now the sled-runners complained and the load…
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