An aging
cowhand in faded blue denim with a tobacco tag hanging from his breast-pocket,
his face seamed with years, weather, kindness, and irony. The town drunk; his
face was a mirror for lost illusions, his eyes hungry with hope, his boots
worn, and the old hands trembling. The solid, square-built rancher with new
heels on his boots and an air of belligerent prosperity and affluence. The
bartender, slightly bald back of the plastered black hair above a smooth,
ageless face and brow. The wise, cold eyes and the deft, active hands.
Louis L’Amour, “The Collected Short Stories Of, Volume 2 - Frontier
Stories”, Bantam Books New York, 2014,
ISBN: 978-0-8041-7972-0, “Strange
Pursuit”, page 443.
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