Max Brand

The Garden of Eden, The Unabridged Western Classic Max Brand

While Ben Connor was still enjoying the situation, a rotund fellow bore down on him. "You're Mr. Connor, ain't you? You wired for a room in the hotel? Come on, then. My rig is over here. These your grips?" He picked up the suit case and the soft leather traveling bag, and led the way to a buckboard at which stood two downheaded ponies. "Can't we walk?" suggested Ben Connor, looking up and down the street at the dozen sprawling frame houses; but the fat man stared at him with calm pity. He was so fat and so good-natured that even Ben Connor did not impress him greatly. "Maybe you think this is Lukin?" he asked. When the other raised his heavy black eyebrows he explained: "This ain't nothing but Lukin Junction. Lukin is clear round the hill. Climb in, Mr. Connor."