Frank Fowler

The Broncho Rider Boys with the Texas Rangers Frank Fowler

Publisher Marketing: Crack went Broncho Billie's revolver and the silver dollar which had been tossed into the air as a target went spinning into the yellow waters of the Rio Grande as a result of Billie's unerring aim. Not a bad shot, Ad, remarked Billie with a laugh as he ejected the shell from the cylinder and shoved a fresh cartridge into the empty chamber of the revolver. I don't miss 'em very often now, and this time the river is a dollar in. Yes, replied Adrian, a bit crestfallen, and I'm a dollar out. Didn't think I'd hit it, eh? and Billie's round face broadened till it looked like a full moon. Well, I didn't know but you might, but I hadn't stopped to think what would happen to the dollar if you did. The river didn't look so near. Billie chuckled to himself good-naturedly as he returned his six-shooter to its holster, while Adrian continued: I'll make a better guess at distances before I try it again. I can't afford to be losing dollars like that.