Thursday, December 20, 2018

The Honk-Honk Breed


My pardner called himself Tuscarora Maxillary. I asked him once if that was his real name.

"It's the realest little old name you ever heerd tell of," says he. "I know, for I made it myself—liked the sound of her. Parents ain't got no rights to name their children. Parents don't have to be called them names."

Stewart Edward White offers us a tall-tale of schemers and chicken-ranching. It’s amiable and presents White in a humorous mood.

Not essential, but not a bad time either.

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