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"Hopalong...blew another smoke ring. He was waiting for the gun to waver."
"Hopalong...blew another smoke ring. He was waiting for the gun to waver."
"Hopalong...blew another smoke ring. He was waiting for the gun to waver."
(American, 1882 - 1945)
(American, 1877 - 1972)

"Hopalong...blew another smoke ring. He was waiting for the gun to waver."

Alternate Title(s)
  • "Calmly blew several heavy smoke rings around the frowning barrel"; Hopalong and Shorty; Holding the Claim
Oil on canvas
1906
36 × 24 in. (91.4 × 61 cm)
SUPP2000.2404
National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum, Oklahoma City, OK
Not on view
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