TAILIEUCHUNG - B.M. Bower - Good Indian

and cheese, and buttermilk, and cream. Peaceful Hart must have had a streak of poetry somewhere hidden away in his silent soul. He built a pond against the bluff; hollowed it out from the sand he had once washed for traces of gold, and let the big spring fill it full and seek an outlet at the far end, where it slid away under a little stone bridge. He planted the pond with rainbow trout, | Good Indian Bower . Published 1912 Categorie s Fiction Romance Westerns Source http 1 About Bower Bertha Muzzy Sinclair or Sinclair-Cowan née Muzzy November 15 1871 - July 23 1940 best known by her pseudonym B. M. Bower was an American author who wrote novels and fictional short stories about the American Old West. Also available on Feedbooks for Bower The Thunder Bird 1919 The Gringos 1913 The Long Shadow 1908 Cabin Fever 1918 The Uphill Climb 1913 Chip of the Flying U 1906 Starr of the Desert 1917 Lonesome Land 1911 The Lookout Man 1917 The Lonesome Trail and Other Stories 1904 Copyright This work is available for countries where copyright is Life 70 and in the USA. Note This book is brought to you by Feedbooks http Strictly for personal use do not use this file for commercial purposes. 2 Chapter 1 Peaceful Hart Ranch It was somewhere in the seventies when old Peaceful Hart woke to a realization that gold-hunting and lumbago do not take kindly to one another and the fact that his pipe and dim-eyed meditation appealed to him more keenly than did his prospector s pick and shovel and pan seemed to imply that he was growing old. He was a silent man by occupation and by nature so he said nothing about it but like the wild things of prairie and wood instinctively began preparing for the winter of his life. Where he had lately been washing tentatively the sand along Snake River he built a ranch. His prospector s tools he used in digging ditches to irrigate his new-made meadows and his mining days he lived over again only in halting recital to his sons when they clamored for details of the old days when Indians were not mere untidy neighbors to be gossiped with and fed but enemies to be fought upon occasion. They felt that fate had cheated them did those five sons for they had been born a few years too late for the fun. Not one of them would ever have earned the title of Peaceful as had his father. Nature had played a joke upon old

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