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The Coming of a Native Son The Happy Family, waiting for the Sunday supper call, were grouped around the open door of the bunk-house, gossiping idly of things purely local, when the Old hIan returned from the Stock Association at Helena beside him on the buggy seat sat a stranger. The Old Man pulled up at the bunk- house, the stranger sprang out over the wheel with the agility which bespoke youthful muscles, and the Old Man introduced him with a quirk of the lips This is Mr. Mig-U-ell Rapponi, boys-a peeler straight from the Goldell Gate. Throw out your war-bag and make yourself to home, Mig-U-ell some of the boys will show you where to bed down. Flying U Ranch The Old Man drove on to the house with his own luggage, and Happy Jack followed to take charge of the team but the remainder of the Happy family unobtrusively took the measure of the foreign elemmt. From his black-and-white horsehair hat- band, with tassels that swept to the very edge of his gray hatbrim, to the crimson silk neckerchief draped over the pale blue bosom of his shirt from the beautifully stamped leather cuffs, down to the exaggerated height of his tau hot-heels, their critical eyes swept in swift, appraising glances and unanimous disapproval was the result. The Happy Family had themselves an eye to picturesque garb upon occasion, but this passed even Pinks love of display. Hes soine gaudy to look at, Irish murmured under his breath to Cal Emnrett. All he lacks is a spot-light and a brass band, Cal returned, in much the same tone with which a woman remarks upon a last seasons hat on the head of a rival. Flying U Ranch Miguel was not embarrassed by the inspection. He was tall, straight, and swarthily handsome, and he stood with the complacence of a stage favorite waiting for the applause to cease so that he might speak his first lines and, while he waited, he sifted tobacco into a cigarette paper daintily, with his little finger extended. There was a ring upon that finger a ring with a moonstone setting as large and round as the eye of a startled cat, and the Happy Family caught the pale gleam of it and drew a Iong breath. He lighted a match nonchalantly, by the artfully simple method of pinching the head of it with his fingernails, leaned negligently against the wall of the bunk-house, and regarded the group incuriously while he smoked, Any pretty girls up this way he inquired languidly, after a moment, fanning a thin smoke-cloud from before his face while he spoke. The Happy Family went prickly hot. The girls in that neighborhood were held in esteem, and there was that in his tone which gave offense. Flying U Ranch Sure, theres pretty girls here Big Medicine bellowed unexpectedly, close heside him. Were all of us engaged to em, by cripes hfiguel shot an oblique glance at Big Medicine, examined the end of his cigarette, and gave a Iift of shoulder, which might mean anything or nothing, and so was irritating to a degree...
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The next morning, which was Sunday, the machinations of Big Medicine took Pink down to thecreek behind the bunk-house. "What's hurtin' yuh?" he asked curiously, when he came to where BigMedicine stood in the fringe of willows, choking between his spasms of mirth."Haw-haw-haw!" roared Big Medicine; and, seizing Pink's arm in a gorilla-like grip, he pointeddown the bank.Miguel, seated upon a convenient rock in a sunny spot, was painstakingly combing out the tangledhair of his chaps, which he had washed quite as carefully not long before, as the cake of soap besidehim testified."Combing-combing-his chaps, by cripes!" Big Medicine gasped, and waggled his finger at thespectacle. "Haw-haw-haw! C-combin'-his-chaps!"Miguel glanced up at them as impersonally as if they were two cackling hens, rather than derisivehumans, then bent his head over a stubborn knot and whistled La Paloma softly while he coaxed outthe tangle.Pink's eyes widened as he looked, but he did not say anything. He backed up the path and wentthoughtfully to the corrals, leaving Big Medicine to follow or not, as he chose."Combin'-his chaps, by cripes!" came rumbling behind him. Pink turned."Say! Don't make so much noise about it," he advised guardedly. "I've got an idea.""Yuh want to hog-tie it, then," Big Medicine retorted, resentful because Pink seemed not to graspthe full humor of the thing. "Idees sure seems to be skurce in this outfit-or that there lily-uh-thevalley couldn't set and comb no chaps in broad daylight, by cripes; not and get off with it.""He's an ornament to the Flying U," Pink stated dreamily. "Us boneheads don't appreciate him, isall that ails us. What we ought to do is-help him be as pretty as he wants to be, and-""Looky here, Little One." Big Medicine hurried his steps until he was close alongside. "I wouldn'tgive a punched nickel for a four-horse load uh them idees, and that's the truth." He passed Pink andwent on ahead, disgust in every line of his square-shouldered figure. "Combin' his chaps, by cripes!"he snorted again, and straightway told the tale profanely to his fellows, who laughed until they wereweak and watery-eyed as they listened.
Excerpt from Flying U RanchThe Coming of a Native SonThe Happy Family, watching for the Sunday supper call, have been grouped across the open door of the bunk-residence, gossiping idly of factors purely nearby, while the Old Man again from the Stock Association at Helena; beside him on the buggy seat sat a stranger. The Old Man pulled up at the bunkhouse, the stranger sprang out over the wheel with the agility which bespoke younger muscle tissues and the Old Man introduced him with a quirk of the lips: "This is Mr. Mig-u-ell Rapponi, boys - a peeler directly from the Golden Gate. Throw out your struggle-bag and make yourself to home, Mig-u-ell; some of the boys will show you whereinto mattress down.
After the success of her first novel Chip of the Flying U, B.M. Bower wrote several more novels and collections of short stories about the Flying U Ranch, mostly focusing on the supporting characters. A few years after ending the series with 1929's Rodeo, Bower was persuaded to write more Flying U stories supposed to pre-date the events of Chip of the Flying U. Some of her earlier Flying U short stories were also evidently expanded and adapted into full-length books.
The Happy Family, waiting for the Sunday supper call, were grouped around the open door of the bunk-house, gossiping idly of things purely local, when the Old Man returned from the Stock Association at Helena; beside him on the buggy seat sat a stranger. The Old Man pulled up at the bunkhouse, the stranger sprang out over the wheel with the agility which bespoke youthful muscles, and the Old Man introduced him with a quirk of the lips: "This is Mr. Mig-u-ell Rapponi, boys - a peeler straight from the Golden Gate. Throw out your war-bag and make yourself to home, Mig-u-ell; some of the boys'll show you where to bed down
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The weekly mail had just arrived at the Flying U ranch. Shorty, who had made the trip to Dry Lake on horseback that afternoon, tossed the bundle to the "Old Man" and was halfway to the stable when he was called back peremptorily. "Shorty! O-h-h, Shorty! Hi!" Shorty kicked his steaming horse in the ribs and swung round in the path, bringing up before the porch with a jerk. "Where's this letter been?" demanded the Old Man, with some excitement. James G. Whitmore, cattleman, would have been greatly surprised had he known that his cowboys were in the habit of calling him the Old Man behind his back. James G. Whitmore did not consider himself old, though he was constrained to admit, after several hours in the saddle, that rheumatism had searched him out-because of his fourteen years of roughing it, he said. Also, there was a place on the crown of his head where the hair was thin, and growing thinner every day of his life, though he did not realize it. The thin spot showed now as he stood in the path, waving a square envelope aloft before Shorty, who regarded it with supreme indifference.
The Old Man drove on to the house with his own luggage, and Happy Jack followed to take charge of the team; but the remainder of the Happy Family unobtrusively took the measure of the foreign element. From his black-and-white horsehair hatband, with tassels that swept to the very edge of his gray hatbrim, to the crimson silk neckerchief draped over the pale blue bosom of his shirt; from the beautifully stamped leather cuffs, down to the exaggerated height of his tan boot-heels, their critical eyes swept in swift, appraising glances; and unanimous disapproval was the result. The Happy Family had themselves an eye to picturesque garb upon occasion, but this passed even Pink's love of display.
Life at the Flying U Ranch in the Bear Paw country of Montana was pleasantAndy, Pink, Slim, Big Medicine, Happy Jack, and the other members of the Happy Family. Here they must confront defiant sheepherders just when Chip and the Old Man are in Chicago. Bower delights in showing how they deal with rage and frustration without resorting to violence. The witty and nervy Flying U bunch gets satisfaction from a difficult situation justly ended.
