The Virginian by Owen Wister - The Original Classic Edition
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Medicine Bow was my first, and I took its dimensions, twenty-nine buildings in all,-one coal shute, one water tank, the station, one store, two eating-houses, one billiard hall, two tool-houses, one feed stable, and twelve others that for one reason and another I shall not name.
...For while a few of us still sat finishing our supper, that facetious horseman returned from doctoring his horses hoofs, put his head into the dining room, took in the way in which the Virginian was engaging his victim in conversation, remarked aloud, Ive lost!
...Why he did not take himself off to other climes-pull his freight casual, as Scipio said-I can explain only thus: pay was due him-time, as it was called in cow-land; if he would have this money, he must stay under the Virginians command until the Judges ranch on Sunk Creek should be reached; meanwhile, each days work added to the wages in store for him; and finally, once at Sunk Creek, it would be no more the Virginian who commanded him; it would be the real ranch foreman.
...We continued on our way; and although it seemed no very particular thing to me that a man should choose to walk and lead his horse for a while,-I often did so to limber my muscles,-nevertheless I began to catch the Virginians uncertain feeling about this traveller whose steps had appeared on our path in mid-journey, as if he had alighted from the mid-air, and to remind myself that he had come over the great face of rock from another trail and thus joined us, and that indigent trappers are to be found owning but a single horse and leading him with their belongings through the deepest solitudes of the mountains-none of this quite brought back to me the comfort which had been mine since we left the cottonwoods out of sight down in the plain.
...When you said you would have me after my years of waiting, and I wrote her that letter telling her all about myself, and how my family was not like yours, and-and-all the rest I told her, why you see it hurt me never to get a word back from her except just messages through you.