prairie button snakeroot

There is a disconnect, which allows for some distance between his actions and your button presses.

"I verily believe they're gone to look at my button," cried Davy, beginning to laugh, in spite of his fears.

This, thought I, is a dismal-looking outcome—two men and a dead horse left high and dry on the sun-flooded prairie.

Not while I had the open prairie underfoot and the summer sky above, and hands to strike a blow or pull a trigger.

Button Gwinnett, one of the signers, died of a wound received in a duel.

"We'll be blamed lucky if we don't run into a prairie-fire before mornin'," Piegan grumbled.