Argosy All-Story Weekly, April 28, 1928 — page 26: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Nia! EF Hired mer By HOWARD DWIGHT SMILEY A NOVELETTE—COMPLETE IN THIS [SSUE This jobless cowboy had a pocketful of money, which he promptly swapped for a wagonload of action foreman and I had a little argu- ment down back of the horse cor- ral. What it was all about ain’t got nothing to do with this story, but the boss delivered himself thusly: “ Rawhide, yo’re the best all-round cow hand that ever rode for this out- fit, and I sure need good men. But this is just a little bit more than I can take from you or any other man, sav- vy? Now, you go eat yore breakfast and then come over to the office and get yore time, after which you drift— and good-by and be damned to you!” Which is how come I rode into Sud- den City that morning atop my own Fe fore one morning the ranch cayuse, with three months’ wages in my pocket and not a care or responsi- bility in the world. : Jessie hawse cast a shoe coming in, and our first stop was at the blacksmith shop. While Doc Lucas was putting on a new one I took a slant at his back yard. Doc must ’a’ opened shop about the time the first pony express went through, and it looked like he’d collected and saved every relic that had come his way in the interval. There was all kinds of junk, from a mule shoe to an old Concord coach— a majestic relic of the old days before Hank Ford and the railroads put that method of travel into the discard. 456 Gomiuicbook (C@