Name: Buck Peters: Ranchman (en Inglés)
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Author: Clay, John Wood
ISBN: 9781975754990

portada Buck Peters: Ranchman (en Inglés)

Formato

Libro Físico

Autor

John Wood Clay

Editorial

Createspace Independent Publishing Platform

Idioma

Inglés

N° páginas

242

Encuadernación

Tapa Blanda

Dimensiones

22.9 x 15.2 x 1.3 cm

Peso

0.33 kg.

ISBN13

9781975754990

Categorías

Ficción literaria

Buck Peters: Ranchman (en Inglés)

John Wood Clay (Autor) · Createspace Independent Publishing Platform · Tapa Blanda

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Reseña del libro "Buck Peters: Ranchman (en Inglés)"

Johnny Nelson reached up for the new, blue flannel shirt he had hung above his bunk, and then placed his hands on hips and soliloquized: "Me an' Red buy a new shirt apiece Saturday night an' one of 'em 's gone Sunday mornin'; purty fast work even for this outfit." He strode to the gallery to ask the cook, erstwhile subject of the Most Heavenly One, but the words froze on his lips. Lee Hop's stoop-shouldered back was encased in a brand new, blue flannel shirt, the price mark chalked over one shoulder blade, and he sing-songed a Chinese classic while debating the advisability of adopting a pair of trousers and thus crossing another of the boundaries between the Orient and the Occident. He had no eyes in the back of his head but was rarely gifted in the "ways that are strange," and he felt danger before the boot left Johnny's hand. Before the missile landed in the dish pan Lee Hop was digging madly across the open, half way to the ranch house, and temporary safety. Johnny fished out the boot and paused to watch the agile cook. "He 's got eyes all over hisself-an' no coyote ever lived as could beat him," was his regretful comment. He knew better than to follow-Hopalong's wife had a sympathetic heart, and a tongue to be feared. She had not yet forgotten Lee Hop's auspicious initiation as an ex-officio member of the outfit, and Johnny's part therein. And no one had been able to convince her that sympathy was wasted on a "Chink."