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That Girl Montana

That Girl Montana

Ryan, Marah Ellis

Paperback

RomanceWesterns

ISBN10: 1544053770
ISBN13: 9781544053776
Publisher: Createspace
Published: Mar 26 2017
Pages: 260
Weight: 0.78
Height: 0.55 Width: 5.98 Depth: 9.02
Language: English
That girl the murderer of a man-of Lee Holly! That pretty little girl? Bosh! I don't believe it. I did not say she killed him; I said she was suspected. And even though she was cleared, the death of that renegade adds one more to the mysteries of our new West. But I think the mere suspicion that she did it entitles her to a medal, or an ovation of some sort. The speakers were two men in complete hunting costume. That they were strangers in the Northwest was evidenced by the very lively interest they took in each bit of local color in landscape or native humanity. Of the latter, there was a most picturesque variety. There were the Northern red men in their bright blankets, and women, too, with their beadwork and tanned skins for sale. A good market-place for these was this spot where the Kootenai River is touched by the iron road that drives from the lakes to the Pacific. The road runs along our Northern boundary so close that it is called the Great Northern, and verily the land it touches is great in its wildness and its beauty. The two men, with their trophies of elk-horn and beaver paws, with their scarred outfit and a general air of elation gained from a successful outing, tramped down to the little station after a last lingering view toward far hunting grounds. While waiting for the train bound eastward, they employed their time in dickering with the Indian moccasin-makers, of whom they bought arrows and gaily painted bows of ash, with which to deck the wall of some far-away city home. While thus engaged, a little fleet of canoes was sighted skimming down the river from that greater wilderness of the North, penetrated at that time only by the prospector, or a chance hunter; for the wealth of gold in those high valleys had not yet been more than hinted at, and the hint had not reached the ears of the world.

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