The horseman canted forward. “Good
evening,” he said as he again drew rein.
“Good evenin’,” answered Bill, without committing
himself by too much courtesy.
For a moment the two men scanned each other
in a way that is not ill-mannered on the plains, where one is in danger of
meeting horse-thieves or tourists.
Another well-limned
tale from Stephen Crane. This one concerns a man who has lived it all and must
go it alone versus a band who no longer desire him on his graze.
On one
hand a mighty familiar theme, but Crane’s trip West with time spent among
real-deal folks coupled with his gifts of verisimilitude give this one a heft
than many imitators lack.
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