Dick summers plunder
"Evans
was looking at summers little pile of plunder. There wasn’t much
there, Not near enough by the rules - A blanket and an old buffalo
robe that covered just a teensy keg of whisky, a little bit of meal,
about a shirt tail full of it, and salt meat and coffee and tobacco
and a kettle and a couple of knives and two rifles, His old Hawken
and an over and under double barrel with one bore big enough for bird
shot. He has a little of Indian goods, too, blue and white beads and
fish hooks and tobacco and a roll of scarlet strouding and some
vermilion.
All this plunder put together wasn’t much more
than a couple of pack horses could carry easily.
Even so it
was more than he needed.
He could travel from Hell to
breakfast with no more than a gun and a horse, and would get there in
time for dinner without the horse".
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From the book “The way west” by A. B. Guthrie
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