| Author: | Jackson Gregory | ISBN: | 9781465531940 |
| Publisher: | Library of Alexandria | Publication: | March 8, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Jackson Gregory |
| ISBN: | 9781465531940 |
| Publisher: | Library of Alexandria |
| Publication: | March 8, 2015 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
STEVE DIVES INTO DEEP WATERS Steve Packard’s pulses quickened and a bright eagerness came into his eyes as he rode deeper into the pine-timbered mountains. To-day he was on the last lap of a delectable journey. Three days ago he had ridden out of the sun-baked town of San Juan; three months had passed since he had sailed out of a South Sea port. Far down there, foregathering with sailor men in a dirty water-front boarding-house, he had grown suddenly and even tenderly reminiscent of a cleaner land which he had roamed as a boy. He stared back across the departed years as many a man has looked from just some such resort as Black Jack’s boarding-house, a little wistfully withal. Abruptly throwing down his unplayed hand and forfeiting his ante in a card game, he had gotten up and taken ship back across the Pacific. The house of Packard might have spelled its name with the seven letters of the word “impulse.” Late to-night or early to-morrow he would go down the trail into Packard’s Grab, the valley which had been his grandfather’s and, because of a burst of reckless generosity on the part of the old man, Steve’s father’s also. But never Steve’s, pondered the man on the horse; word of his father’s death had come to him five months ago and with it word of Phil Packard’s speculations and sweeping losses. But never had money’s coming and money’s going been a serious concern of Steve Packard; and now his anticipation was sufficiently keen. The world was his; he had no need of a legal paper to state that the small fragment of the world known as Ranch Number Ten belonged to him. He could ride upon it again, perhaps find one like old Bill Royce, the foreman, left. And then he could go on until he came to the Other Packard ranch where his grandfather had lived and still might be living
STEVE DIVES INTO DEEP WATERS Steve Packard’s pulses quickened and a bright eagerness came into his eyes as he rode deeper into the pine-timbered mountains. To-day he was on the last lap of a delectable journey. Three days ago he had ridden out of the sun-baked town of San Juan; three months had passed since he had sailed out of a South Sea port. Far down there, foregathering with sailor men in a dirty water-front boarding-house, he had grown suddenly and even tenderly reminiscent of a cleaner land which he had roamed as a boy. He stared back across the departed years as many a man has looked from just some such resort as Black Jack’s boarding-house, a little wistfully withal. Abruptly throwing down his unplayed hand and forfeiting his ante in a card game, he had gotten up and taken ship back across the Pacific. The house of Packard might have spelled its name with the seven letters of the word “impulse.” Late to-night or early to-morrow he would go down the trail into Packard’s Grab, the valley which had been his grandfather’s and, because of a burst of reckless generosity on the part of the old man, Steve’s father’s also. But never Steve’s, pondered the man on the horse; word of his father’s death had come to him five months ago and with it word of Phil Packard’s speculations and sweeping losses. But never had money’s coming and money’s going been a serious concern of Steve Packard; and now his anticipation was sufficiently keen. The world was his; he had no need of a legal paper to state that the small fragment of the world known as Ranch Number Ten belonged to him. He could ride upon it again, perhaps find one like old Bill Royce, the foreman, left. And then he could go on until he came to the Other Packard ranch where his grandfather had lived and still might be living
