A Deal in Wheat and Other Stories of the New and Old West

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A DEAL IN WHEAT

And Other Stories Of The New And Old West

By FRANK NORRIS

Illustrated by Remington, Leyendecker, Hitchcock and Hooper

1903

[Illustration: “‘Sell A Thousand May At One-Fifty,’ Vociferated The Bear

Broker”]

CONTENTS

A Deal in Wheat

The Wife of Chino

A Bargain with Peg-Leg

The Passing of Cock-Eye Blacklock

A Memorandum of Sudden Death

Two Hearts That Beat as One

The Dual Personality of Slick Dick Nickerson

The Ship That Saw a Ghost

The Ghost in the Crosstrees

The Riding of Felipe

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

“‘Sell a Thousand May at One-Fifty,’ Vociferated the Bear Broker”

Caught in the Circle. The last stand of three troopers and a scout
overtaken by a band of hostile Indians.

“‘Ere’s ‘Ell to Pay!”

“‘My Curse Is on Her Who Next Kisses You'”

A DEAL IN WHEAT

I. THE BEAR—WHEAT AT SIXTY-TWO

As Sam Lewiston backed the horse into the shafts of his backboard and
began hitching the tugs to the whiffletree, his wife came out from the
kitchen door of the house and drew near, and stood for some time at the
horse’s head, her arms folded and her apron rolled around them. For a
long moment neither spoke. They had talked over the situation so long
and so comprehensively the night before that there seemed to be nothing
more to say.

The time was late in the summer, the place a ranch in southwestern
Kansas, and Lewiston and his wife were two of a vast population of
farmers, wheat growers, who at that moment were passing through a
crisis—a crisis that at any moment might culminate in tragedy. Wheat
was down to sixty-six.

At length Emma Lewiston spoke.

“Well,” she hazarded, looking vaguely out across the ranch toward the
horizon, leagues distant; “well, Sam, there’s always that offer of
brother Joe’s. We can quit—and go to Chicago—if the worst comes.”

“And give up!” exclaimed Lewiston, running the lines through the torets.

“Leave the ranch! Give up! After all these years!”

His wife made no reply for the moment. Lewiston climbed into the
buckboard and gathered up the lines. “Well, here goes for the last try,
Emmie,” he said. “Good-by, girl. Maybe things will look better in town
to-day.”

“Maybe,” she said gravely. She kissed her husband good-by and stood for
some time looking after the buckboard traveling toward the town in a
moving pillar of dust.

“I don’t know,” she murmured at length; “I don’t know just how we’re

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