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Heart of the Sunset

Creator: Beach, Rex Ellingwood, 1877-1949
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as an invitation for him to share their contents. "Please eat with me." But he refused. "I ain't hungry," he affirmed. "Honest!" Accustomed as she was to the diffidence of ranch-hands, she refrained from urging him, and proceeded with her repast. When she had finished she lay back and watched him as he ate sparingly. "My horse fell crossing the Arroyo Grande," she announced, abruptly. "He broke a leg, and I had to shoot him." "Is there any water in the Grande?" asked the man. "No. They told me there was plenty. I knew of this charco, so I made for it." "Who told you there was water in the arroyo?" "Those Mexicans at the little-goat ranch." "Balli. So you walked in from Arroyo Grande. Lord! It's a good ten miles straightaway, and I reckon you came crooked. Eh?" "Yes. And it was very hot. I was never here but once, and--the
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CONTENTS CHAP. PAGE I. THE FIRST NIGHT 3 II. STREETS 27 III. THE CAPITOL AND OTHER SITES 49 IV. SOME ORGANIZATIONS 73 V. TRANSIT AND HOTELS 99 VI. SPORT AND THE THEATER 123 VII. EDUCATION AND ART 147 VIII. CITIZENS 171 ILLUSTRATIONS THE GLORY OF FIFTH AVENUE INSPIRES EVEN THOSE ON FOOT _Frontispiece_ DISEMBARKING AT NEW YORK _Facing p._ 10 THE DOWN-TOWN BROADWAY OF CROWED SKY-SCRAPERS 16
country looks different when you're afoot." "It certainly does," the man nodded. Then he continued, musingly: "No water there, eh? I figured there might be a little." The fact appeared to please him, for he nodded again as he went on with his meal. "Not much rain down here, I reckon." "Very little. Where are you from?" "Me? Hebbronville. My name is Law." Evidently, thought the woman, this fellow belonged to the East outfit, or some of the other big cattle-ranches in the Hebbronville district. Probably he was a range boss or a foreman. After a time she said, "I suppose the nearest ranch is that Balli place?" "Yes'm." "I'd like to borrow your horse." Mr. Law stared into his plate. "Well, miss, I'm afraid--" She added, hastily, "I'll send you a fresh one by Balli's boy in the morning."