Author Archives: yuqing

The girl drew back from the window. She must think. What should she do? Even as she hesitated, a score of dark forms crept swiftly, silently toward the cabin. At the same moment a figure left the side of the … Continue reading →

Only once in a lifetime, it seemed to her, did the pony’s iron shoe strike sparks of fire from the rocks, or the lightning give her a quick glimpse of the road ahead. They must go faster, faster, faster. Those … Continue reading →

Then all at once she remembered that Young Matt had told her how Sake Creek hollow headed in the pinery below the ridge along which they went from Fall Creek to the Forks. It might be that this bench at … Continue reading →

At the man’s words a terrible fear gripped Sammy’s heart. "POSSE," that could mean only one thing,–officers of the law. But her father’s name and her home–in an instant Jim’s strange companionship with Wash Gibbs, their long mysterious rides together, … Continue reading →

Jim would leave early in the morning, and Sammy was to stay with her friend, Mandy Ford, over on Jake Creek. Mr. Lane had arranged with Jed Holland to do the milking, so there would be no reason for the … Continue reading →

The man sat like a grim, stone image, his eyes fixed on the gun resting on his knees. Not until she lifted her head to stand erect behind his chair, with a hand on each shoulder, did he find words. … Continue reading →

His dreaming was interrupted as the supper bell rang, and, with the familiar sound, a multitude of other thoughts came crowding in; the father and mother–they were growing old. Would it do to leave them alone with the graves on … Continue reading →

The brown pony stopped at the lower corner of the field, and a voice called, "You’d better be at work. I don’t believe you have ploughed three rows since I passed." The big fellow went eagerly down the hill to … Continue reading →

As the ball left Burgess’s hand he began instinctively to shape for aforward stroke. Then suddenly he realised that the thing was going tobe a yorker, and banged his bat down in the block just as the ballarrived. An unpleasant … Continue reading →

"Burgess," he said, "see that kid sitting behind the net?""With the naked eye," said Burgess. "Why?""He’s just come to Wain’s. He’s Bob Jackson’s brother, and I’ve a sortof idea that he’s a bit of a bat. I told him I’d … Continue reading →