“By all the rules of modern fiction there should have been gunsmoke mingling its acrid blue with the brown haze of corral dust. Dead men should have fallen and been trampled... Nothing of this sort happened.” — B.M. Bower Copy Share Image
“When you think of it, people may rub elbows and still have an ocean or two between them.” — B.M. Bower Copy Share Image
“Use your head for something more than to give your hat a ride, can't you?” — B.M. Bower Copy Share Image
“By all the rules of modern fiction there should have been gunsmoke mingling its acrid blue with the brown haze of corral dust. Dead… — B.M. Bower Copy Share Image
