Young Harry Northend remained by his lonely camp-fire in the wilderness, long after the dull, dismal day had dawned, in the hope that ...

Toward noon of a pleasant June day, 18—, a man, mounted on a powerful animal of the Mustang breed, was riding slowly over the plain, ...

The sun was going down behind the western hills in a flood of yellow light, and a river dimpled on under the slanting rays, great fish ...

Along the shores of one of the branches of the Upper Columbia, a lad was making his way with care and stealth that showed he was on the ...

The sun was sinking, a great fiery ball, in the leaden west, at the close of an autumn day, in the year 1804, when a solitary canoe ...

Over the great plain at a breakneck speed, and down toward the little settlement of Clontarf’s Post, rode a youthful horseman whose fair ...

“Whoa!” The Command was spoken in a low tone to a majestic iron-gray horse. Instantly the fore-feet were plunged into the loose earth, ...

It was at the close of a bright May afternoon; the last rays of the sinking sun shone down gayly upon the broad prairie, through which, ...

“To the Commandant at Fort Adams: “For God’s sake send us help at once. We have been fighting the Comanches for two days; half our men ...

In a deep defile among the Black Hills, far out on the western plains, three men had made a camp. They were of that wonderful race who ...

The Rio Grande, the great dividing line between Mexico and the United States, was swelling rapidly into a flood under recent rains, ...

The ungainly female who came roaring into Eldorado in search of the husband who “run away” from her contrived to draw a crowd about her ...

“What was that, Crawling Bear?” “Ugh! Fire-gun make um big ‘boom.’” “It was a fire-gun, all right, but where did the report come from? ...

Buffalo Bill drew rein and looked around. He was on a narrow and lonely trail that ran close by the Cinnabar River. The country was ...

Fate was in a very capricious mood when Buffalo Bill and his pards carried their activities into the Lone Star State. They galloped over ...

It was at Fort Advance, one of the smaller frontier posts on the Indian border, just about the hour of sunset. Buffalo Bill and Colonel ...

When that wonderful invitation was read by the masculine element and the few women of Blossom Range, it created a sensation, ...

“One thousand dollars for my life.” “You holds it cheap, pard.” “It is all I have with me.” “Guess not, fer men say as how you hes ...

One summer morning, in the sixties, when the Indians in the West and Southwest were still giving much trouble to Uncle Sam’s settlers ...

Nate Bernritter, or “Bern,” as he was usually called when not referred to as “the old man,” was in an unpleasant frame of mind. He was ...