Four dude hunters
Percy Coleman. Field · 1918
FOUR DUDE HUNTERS CHAPTER I.Wednesday, August the twenty-second, nineteen hundred and seventeen, was as hot in Kansas City as it might be expected to be anywhere, excepting possibly that place often described on Sunday by a class of men, who generally wear long faces and equally long black coats, as the just reward for the evil-doer.In fact, considerably too warm for a strong, healthy person, who could enjoy a game of golf, to work in the city; yet, enough sunshine, as the golf wags put it, "to make the sap flow freely."Shortly after lunch on this particular day, there was a large motor car speeding along the winding road in Jackson county, which leads from Kansas City, Missouri, to Hillcrest Country Club.The car was operated by a pleasant looking chauffeur.In its well upholstered tonneau two men very close to thirty-five years of age were seated.They were dressed in fresh suits of palm beach clothes; and, in addition to their fresh linens, one of them, a wiry specimen of manhood of good height and weight, wore a cigar with a gold band about it; while the other, a dark complexioned plump fellow, tall enough to be considered lanky, had it not been for his plumpness-which might be called corpulency-wore a Missouri meerschaum, with an amber stem and a brass band about its muzzle.These two young men were feeling very good toward one another, and the world: they were healthy and happy.As the car rolled on toward their ultimate goal they laughed and talked with each other very much as young men, carefree and with nothing immediately before them excepting a game of golf, usually would; yet, for some reason or other, the dark complexioned young man took a long puff at his meerschaum, paused, turned to look out into a wooded country to his left, and there for a few moments gazed steadfastly."I hope you are not bored with your company, Percy?" urged his friend, Mr.