The boys from the Flying U take some unsuspecting tourists out to see some 'ancient ruins' in this fun short story from B. M. Bower.
Of all the men who had slept under Flying-U tents and eaten beside the mess-wagon, Andy Green was conceded to be the greatest, the most shameless and wholly incorrigible liar of the lot.
He could ride anything in his string, and he was always just where he was wanted. He never went to town when the others clattered off for a few hours' celebration more or less mild, he never took part in any of the camp fun, and he never offended any man. If any offended him they did not know it unless they were observant; if they were, they would see his pale lashes wink fast for a minute, and they might read aright the sign and refrain from further banter. So Blink, though he was counted a good man on roundup, was left pretty much alone when in camp.
Things are looking up at the camp of the Flying U, now that the Happy Family has a new cook!
Black Rim country is called bad. The men from Black Rim are eyed askance when they burr their spur rowels down the plank sidewalks of whatever little town they may choose to visit. A town dweller will not quarrel with one of them. He will treat him politely, straightway seek some acquaintance whom he wishes to impress, and jerk a thumb toward the departing Black Rim man, and say importantly: “See that feller I was talking with just now? That’s one of them boys from the Black Rim. Man, he’d kill yuh quick as look at yuh! He’s bad. Yep. You want to walk ’way round them birds from the Rim country. They’re a hard-boiled bunch up that way.” And he would be as nearly correct in his estimate as such men usually are.
"When came the famine in stock-cars on the Montana Central, and the Flying U herd had grazed for two days within five miles of Dry Lake, waiting for the promised train of empties, Chip Bennett, lately promoted foreman, felt that he had trouble a-plenty." The Happy Family return for more adventures at the Flying U.
A privileged young man from the West Coast meets a well-to-do East Coast girl during a summer vacation in cattle country, and nothing turns out as expected in this classic Bower adventure.
A man travels from Montana to San Jose to show a girl how the wide West breeds wider morals.
The floor manager had just called out that it was «ladies' choice,» when the schoolma’am laid proprietary hand upon his cinnamon-brown coat sleeve, and led him into another corner, and announced that she was tired and wanted a nice long talk with him. Happy Jack sighed a bit and sat down obediently—and thereby walked straight into the loop which the schoolma'am had spread for his unwary feet.