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Even In a Community Where Unsavory Reputations Were The Rule, Mick
Kennedy'S Saloon Was Of Evil Repute. In a Land New And Wild, His
Establishment Was The Wildest, Partook Most Of The Unsubdued, Unevolved
Character Of Its Surroundings. There, As Irresistibly As Gravitation
Calls The Falling apple, Came From Afar And Near--Mainly From Afar--The
Malcontent, The Restless, The Reckless, Seeking--Instinctively
Gregarious--The Crowd, The Excitement Of The Green-Covered table, The
Temporary Oblivion Following the Gulping of Fiery Red liquor.



Great Splendid Animals Were The Men Who Gathered there; Hairy, Powerful,
Strong-Voiced from Combat With Prairie Wind And Frontier Distance;
Devoid Of A Superfluous Ounce Of Flesh, Their Trousers, Uniformly Baggy
At The Knees, Bearing mute Testimony To The Many Hours Spent In the
Saddle; The Bare Unprotected skin Of Their Hands And Faces Speaking
Likewise Of Constant Contact With Sun And Storm.