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The Desert Fiddler (Classic Reprint) - Softcover

William H. Hamby

 
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A love - lee time to go to work,' he growled, good-naturedly. Here is where the early bind catches the tractor - and the devil.

When he came out of the door a few minutes later, buttoning his corduroy coat - even in Imperial Valley, which knows no winter, one needs a coat on a March night - Bogecn stood for a moment on the step and put up his long arms again to stretch some of the deep sleep from his muscles. He was not at all enthusiastic about odd jobs at midnight; but in a moment his eyes fell on the slanting moonlight that shone mistily on the chinaberry tree in the patio; the town on the American side was fast asleep; the wind with the smell of saget stirred a clump of bam boo. The desert night had him - and when he rode away toward the Mexican line he had forgotten his gun and taken his fiddle.

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Excerpt from The Desert Fiddler Bob Rogeen slept in the east wing of the squat adobe house. About midnight there was a vigorous and persistent shaking of the screen door. "Yes?" he called, sleepily. "They have just telephoned in from the Red Butte Ranch" - it was Dayton, his employer, at the door - "the engine on that tractor has balked. They want a man out there by daylight to fix it." Bob put up his arms and stretched, and replied yawningly: "Well, I guess I'm the fixer." "I guess you are," agreed the implement dealer. "You know the way, don't you? Better ride the gray; and don't forget to take your gun." The boss crossed the patio to his own wing of the house. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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