there are more men like him, it seems to me they would attract him most. We're only a wild, lonely ...
2011-12-10
CHAPTER XII. THE INVISIBLE HAND Jane received a letter from Bishop Dyer, not in his own handwritin...
Attended by something somber for Venters, the day passed. At night in the cool winds the fever abat...
with his leather wrist-bands shining from use, and his boots worn through on the stirrup side, he l...
doubts of fear. "Oh, why don't you marry Tull and be one of us? "But, Mary, I don't love Tull," sa...
and my God are the same." CHAPTER VIII. SURPRISE VALLEY Back in that strange canyon, which Venters...
ungloved hand sought the wound, and pressed so hard that her wrist half buried itself in her bosom....
With teeth tight shut he essayed the incline. And as he climbed he bent his eyes downward. This, ho...
Cottonwoods; they always had gold; but of late the amount gambled away and drunk and thrown away in...
Low whines came up from below. "Here! Come, Whitie--Ring," he repeated, this time sharply. Then fo...
they had come to soften in hatred. At any time this work called for a clearness of mind that preclu...
shall not have killed a woman. But--for your own sake, too--" A terrible bitterness darkened her ey...
sacrificed as you're goin' to be....No, I reckon you an' me can't be friends on such terms." In he...
of the valley to the eastern rise of ground and there waited the coming of the herd. Presently, as ...
A wide, white trail wound away down the slope. One keen, sweeping glance told Venters that there wa...