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Andy, the Liar
Andy, the Liar
Andy, the Liar
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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.
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Release dateFeb 20, 2015
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    Andy, the Liar - B. M. Bower

    ANDY, THE LIAR

    B. M. BOWER

    ©2015 Wilder Publications

    All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner without written permission except for brief quotations for review purposes only.
    Wilder Publications, Inc.
    PO Box 632
    Floyd, VA 24091-0632
    ISBN 13: 978-1-63384-712-5

    Andy Green licked a cigarette into shape the while he watched with unfriendly eyes the shambling departure of their guest. I believe the darned old reprobate was lyin' to us, he remarked, when the horseman disappeared into a coulee.

    You sure ought to be qualified to recognize the symptoms, grunted Cal Emmett, kicking his foot out of somebody's carelessly coiled rope on the ground. That your rope, Happy? No wonder you're always on the bum for one. If you'd try tying it on your saddle—

    Aw, g'wan. That there's Andy's rope—

    If you look at my saddle, you'll find my rope right where it belongs, Andy retorted. I ain't sheepherder enough to leave it kicking around under foot. That rope belongs to his nibs that just rode off. When he caught up his horse again after dinner, he throwed his rope down while he saddled up, and then went off and forgot it. He wasn't easy in his mind—that jasper wasn't. I don't go very high on that hard-luck tale he told. I know the boy he had wolfing with him last winter, and he wasn't the kind to pull out with all the stuff he could get his hands on. He was an all-right fellow, and if there's been any rusty work done down there in the breaks, this shifty-eyed mark done it. He was lying—

    Somebody laughed suddenly, and another chuckle helped to point the joke, until the whole outfit was in an uproar; for of all the men who had slept under Flying-U tents

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