Same old shipment of gold, same old bandits lying in wait, same old hero doing stunts.

I ought to know," he added with a grin.

"I wrote the story and did the stunts myself." "Well, they were some stunts!" admired Andy with unusual sincerity.
Luck waved aside the compliment and went back to his hobby.

"Yes, but the West isn't just a setting for stunts.

I've got my story--here," and he tapped his forehead, which was broad and full and not too high.