A Texan Rides the Trouble Trail w/ Direct link technology(A Western Adventure Story)

It was sunset when the lanky man with the lean, bronzed face stopped his tired pony in front of the public stable in the little Border town of Vista. He sagged slightly in his saddle as if weariness as he made a rapid but ugh inspection of the town's one narrow street. It was not more than a couple of hundred yards long, was fringed with tumbledown buildings, and carpeted with a foot of velvety dust. A few ramshackle habitations dotted the rocky hillside.