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"Faro Nell and Her Friends: Wolfville Stories" by Alfred Henry Lewis takes readers on a delightful journey to the bustling town of Wolfville. Through captivating storytelling, Lewis introduces us to the colorful characters and lively atmosphere of this Wild West town. Faro Nell, a spirited and resourceful woman, becomes the central figure in a series of engaging and heartwarming tales that showcase the camaraderie and adventures of the town's inhabitants.

Alfred Henry Lewis was a Chicago journalist in the late 19th century and early 20th century, and though he would become an editor of the local paper, he's perhaps best known today for the Western novels he wrote.

In this 1913 fifth and final collection of Wolfville stories -- Faro Nell and Her Friends -- Alfred Henry Lewis chronicles another cycle of Wolfville happenings with all the old characters -- that have not yet been "shot up" -- appearing in their old roles of Doc Peets, Old Monte, etc. As suggested by the title, Faro Nell plays a much more central role than in earlier novels. ..".the book is amusing NY Times 182290 My 11 13 220w." Included in this Illustrated Edition are all 13 original illustrations, rejuvenated.

"Now if affairs stops thar, we could have stood it; but they don't. I abhors to say so, but it ain't two weeks before Dead Shot's wife's makin' onmistak'ble eyes at that postmaster. Them times when Dead Shot's dooties has took him to the other end of the trail, she's over to the post office constant. None of us says anything, not even to ourselves; but when it gets to whar she shoves you away from the letter place, an' begins talkin' milk and honey to him right under your nose, onless you're as blind as steeple bats, an' as deaf as the adder of scriptoore which stoppeth her y'ear, you're shore bound to do some thinkin'.