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The Red-Blooded Heroes of the Frontier

by Bronson Edgar Beecher

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Edgar Beecher Bronson (1856-1917) was a Nebraska rancher, a West Texas cattleman, an African big-game hunter, a serious photographer and starting late in life, an author of fiction and personal memoirs. He was a nephew of famed abolitionist Henry Ward Beecher. Formerly a reporter for the New York Tribune, Bronson headed west in 1877 to learn the cattle business under the directive of Clarence King - first director of the United States Geological Survey and owner of large mining and cattle operations in the American West. Bronson worked for one season in Wyoming before starting his own ranch with 716 cows with calves. Bronson chose Sioux County, Nebraska for the site of his first ranch. His works include: Reminiscences of a Ranchman (1908), The Red- Blooded Heroes of the Frontier (1910), In Closed Territory (1910), The Vanguard (1914) and The Love of Loot and Women (1917). --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.

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...inter th' brush, cotch our hosses an' pullour freight fer home. This yer court ain't goin' to git airy jury butus in Llano 'till a new one's growed, an' if we skip I reckon they'llhave to turn Jim loose. "This alternative met all objections. In a moment the "jury room" wasempty. Shortly thereafter the two bailiffs, awakened by a clatter of hoofsover the rocky hills behind them, were doubly shocked to find the onlytenant of the "jury room" an empty jug. One of the bailiffs sighted some of the escaping jurors and openedfire; the other hastened to alarm the court. The latter, runningtoward the house, met the judge and counsel who had been roused by thefiring, and yelled out: "Jedge, the hull jury's stampeded! Bill'swinged two o' them. Gi' me a fast hoss an' a lariat an' mebbe so I'llcotch some more. "Two or three jurors who were too much fuddled with drink to saddle andmount were quickly captured. The rest escaped. Of course, the courtwas outraged and indignant, but it was powerless. So...