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Captain Fly-by-Night

A Western Rarity

Johnston McCulley
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Duration
8h 13m
Year
2024
Language
English
Publisher
Blackstone Publishing

About

His great body stretched on the dirt floor in a shady corner of the barracks-room of the presidio... a fortified military settlement... his long moustache drooped, his big mouth open, Sergeant Carlos Cassara snored.

His face was purple from wine and the heat; for the air was still and stagnant this siesta hour, and empty vessels on the table nearby told of the deep drinking that had been done.

Scattered about were a corporal and a dozen soldiers, all sleeping and snoring. Against the wall, half a score of feet from the slumbering sergeant, an Indian neophyte... a new entrant... had dropped his palm-leaf and was glancing around the room from beneath eyelids that seemed about to close.

Outside was the red dust, a foot deep on the highway, and the burning sun. The fountain before the mission splashed lazily; down at the beach it seemed that the tide had not its usual energy. Neophytes slept in the shadows cast by the mission walls. Here and there a robed friar went about his business despite the heat and the hour. There was no human being travelling El Camino Real-the king's highway-as far as a man with good eyes could see. You can hear the whole story.

Related Subjects

  • Westerns
  • Adult Fiction

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Johnston McCulleyAuthor
John RayburnReader

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