Injun and Whitey to the Rescue

The Boys Golden West Series I have done my best to present. Frontier days were made up of many different kinds of humans. There were men who were muddy-bellied coyotes, so low that they hugged the ground like a snake. There were girls whose cheeks were so toughened by shame as to be hardly knowable from squaws. There were stoic Indians with red-raw, liquor-dilated eyes, peaceable and just when sober boastful and intolerant when drunk. They and their kind made the frontier, that Great West which we can now look back upon as the most romantic era of our American History. In Memory I say, I have a choke in my throat too, and I am silently clutching your hand, for that red boy has crossed the Big Divide and gone to the Happy Hunting Grounds and the white boy is saying Farewell.