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THE DESERT VALLEY IBD

1ST WORLD LIBRARY - LITERARY S
06 / 2007
9781421842790
Inglés

Sinopsis

In the dusk a pack-horse crested a low-lying sand-ridge, put up its head and sniffed, pushed forward eagerly, its nostrils twitching as it turned a little more toward the north, going straight toward the water-hole. The pack was slipping as far to one side as it had listed to the other half an hour ago, in the restraining rope there were a dozen intricate knots where one would have amply sufficed. The horse broke into a trot, blazing its own trail through the mesquite, a parcel slipped, the slack rope grew slacker because of the subsequent readjust-ment, half a dozen bundles dropped after the first. A voice, thin and irritable, shouted ?Whoa!? and the man in turn was briefly outlined against the pale sky as he scrambled up the ridge. He was a little man and plainly weary, he walked as though his boots hurt him, he carried a wide, new hat in one hand, the skin was peeling from his blistered face. From his other hand trailed a big handkerchief. He was perhaps fifty or sixty. He called ?Whoa!? again, and made what haste he could after his horse.

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