Penny of Top Hill Trail w/ Direct link technology (A Mystery Classic)

On an afternoon in early spring a man lounged against the wall of thestation waiting for the express from the east. Slender of waist and hip,stalwart of shoulder, some seventy-two inches of sinewy height, he was thefigure of the typical cattleman. His eyes were deep-set and far-seeing;his lean, brown face, roughened by outdoor life, was austere and resolutein expression. The train had barely stopped when a boyish-looking, lithe-limbed youthleaped from the platform. The blue serge suit and checked cap he wore didnot disguise the fact that his working clothes--his field uniform--werethose of a cow-puncher.