The VirginianA Horseman of the PlainsOwen Wister Once again he looked out at the departing missionary. “Well,” he vindictively stated, “I cert’nly ain’t goin’ to run afteh him.” And he looked at me again. “Do you suppose the Judge knows?” I inquired. He shook his head. “The windo’ shades is all down still oveh yondeh.” Continue reading