Snyder remembered one more site in Hollister he urged me to visit.
In all his life Hollister had never gone about consciously looking upon women with a lustful eye.
"She would if she was my child," announced Mrs. Hollister grimly.
"Well, we will see about that afterward," compromised Hollister.
Winnie looked at Mrs. Hollister, who was moving toward the door.
Hollister had showing a deuce of hearts, a trey of clubs, an ace of spades, and a four of hearts.
Reeves and Hollister were in the bunkhouse when Bob entered it just before supper.
Some catastrophe had overtaken him, or impended, beside which the ugly matter Hollister laid before him was of no consequence.
Hollister had two big frying-pans on the stove with lard heating in them.
Hollister would sit in the evening on the low stoop before his cabin and Doris would sit beside him with her hand on his knee.