SHORT STORY BY O’HENRY A Chaparral Christmas Gift Đây là một serries truyện ngắn anh ngữ nổi tiếng với những từ vựng quen thuộc. Nhằm giúp các em và các bạn yêu thich tiếng anh luyện tập và củng cố thêm kỹ năng đọc tiếng anh | SHORT STORY BY O HENRY A Chaparral Christmas Gift The original cause of the trouble was about twenty years in growing. At the end of that time it was worth it. Had you lived anywhere within fifty miles of Sun- down Ranch you would have heard of it. It possessed a quantity of jet-black hair a pair of extremely frank deep-brown eyes and a laugh that rippled across the prairie like the sound of a hidden brook. The name of it was Rosita McMullen and she was the daughter of old man McMullen of the Sundown Sheep Ranch. There came riding on red roan steeds -- or to be more explicit on a paint and a flea-bitten sorrel -- two wooers. One was Madison Lane and the other was the Frio Kid But at that time they did not call him the Frio Kid for he had not earned the honours of special nomenclature- His name was simply Johnny McRoy. It must not be supposed that these two were the sum of the agreeable Rosita s admirers. The bronchos of a dozen others champed their bits at the long hitching rack of the Sundown Ranch. Many were the sheeps - eves that were cast in those savannas that did not belong. to the flocks of Dan McMullen. But of all the cavaliers Madison Lane and Johnny MeRoy galloped far ahead wherefore they are to be chronicled. Madison Lane a young cattleman from the Nueces country won the race. He and Rosita were married one Christmas day. Armed hilarious vociferous mag- nanimous the cowmen and the sheepmen laying aside their hereditary hatred joined forces to celebrate the occasion. Sundown Ranch was sonorous with the cracking of jokes and sixshooters the shine of buckles and bright eyes the outspoken congratulations of the herders of kine. But while the wedding feast was at its liveliest there descended upon it Johnny MeRoy bitten by jealousy like one possessed. I ll give you a Christmas present he yelled shrilly at the door with his .45 in his hand. Even then he had some reputation as an offhand shot. His first bullet cut a neat underbit in Madison Lane s right ear. .
