The Duke Of Chimney ButteOgden, George W. (George Washington)
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The Duke Of Chimney Butte
Ogden, George W. (George Washington)
Badlands (S.D. and Neb.) -- Fiction; Cowboys -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Western stories
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[Illustration: "There's no use to run away from me," he said]
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THE DUKE OF CHIMNEY BUTTE
BY
G. W. OGDEN
AUTHOR OF THE LAND OF LAST CHANCE
FRONTISPIECE BY P. V. E. IVORY
[Illustration]
GROSSET & DUNLAP
PUBLISHERS NEW YORK
Made in the United States of America
Copyright
A. C. McClurg & Co.
1920
Published April, 1920
_Copyrighted in Great Britain_
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I The All-in-One 1
II Whetstone, the Outlaw 18
III An Empty Saddle 39
IV "And Speak in Passing" 47
V Feet upon the Road 69
VI Allurements of Glendora 81
VII The Homeliest Man 95
VIII The House on the Mesa 108
IX A Knight-Errant 114
X Guests of the Boss Lady 130
XI Alarms and Excursions 146
XII The Fury of Doves 166
XIII "No Honor in Her Blood" 185
XIV Notice Is Served 198
XV Wolves of the Range 218
XVI Whetstone Comes Home 238
XVII How Thick Is Blood? 255
XVIII The Rivalry of Cooks 270
XIX The Sentinel 276
XX Business, and More 289
XXI A Test of Loyalty 302
XXII The Will-o'-the-Wisp 320
XXIII Unmasked 329
XXIV Use for an Old Paper 333
XXV "When She Wakes Up" 345
XXVI Oysters and Ambitions 361
XXVII Emoluments and Rewards 374
The Duke of Chimney Butte
CHAPTER I
THE ALL-IN-ONE
Down through the Bad Lands the Little Missouri comes in long windings,
white, from a distance, as a frozen river between the ash-gray hills. At
its margin there are willows; on the small forelands, which flood in
June when the mountain waters are released, cottonwoods grow, leaning
toward the southwest like captives straining in their bonds, yearning in
their way for the sun and winds of kinder latitudes.
Rain comes to that land but seldom in the summer days; in winter the
wind sweeps the snow into rocky canons; buttes, with tops leveled by the
drift of the old, earth-making days, break the weary repetition of hill
beyond hill.
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