[The Lure of the Dim Trails by B. M. Bower]@TWC D-Link bookThe Lure of the Dim Trails CHAPTER III 9/15
Wait till yuh get up at daybreak and are in the saddle with the pink uh sunrise, and know you'll sleep fifteen or twenty miles from there that night; and yuh lay down at night with the smell of new grass in your nostrils where your bed had bruised it. "Why, Bud, if you're a man, you'll be plumb spoiled for your little old East." Then he swung back his feet and the horses broke into a lope which jarred the unaccustomed frame of Thurston mightily, though he kept the pace doggedly. "I've got to go down to the Stevens place," Park informed him.
"You met Mona yesterday--it was her come down on the train with me, yuh remember." Thurston did remember very distinctly.
"Hank says yuh compose stories.
Is that right ?" Thurston's mind came back from wondering how Mona Stevens' mouth looked when she was pleased with one, and he nodded. "Well, there's a lot in this country that ain't ever been wrote about, I guess; at least if it was I never read it, and I read considerable.
But the trouble is, them that know ain't in the writing business, and them that write don't know.
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