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By the Rustler’s Moon
Bad habits are gonna die hard it seems The Rangeland AvengerMax Brand “None. Your score is exactly one hundred percent, sheriff.” Kern sighed. “Gents,” he said, “the average is plumb spoiled.” It caused a general lifting of heads and then a respectful silence. To have offered sympathy would have been insulting; to ask questions was Continue reading
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Snakes in the Dark
Yesterday was the completion of six full months, but today is the actual halfway mark of the year. The Border LegionZane Grey She quickened to thrilling, revivifying life. And she lifted her face, and clung round his neck, and kissed him, blindly, sweetly, passionately, with all her heart and soul in her lips, wanting only Continue reading
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Watchin’ It From the Bench
The first six months are completed The ShortstopZane Grey “See, that’s good old Enoch, the coacher.” “Where’s the new short-stop? The papers say he’s a wonder.” Chase moved out of hearing then and began picking over the new bats Mac had bought. Enoch came up and looked them over, too. “Bum lot of sticks,” he Continue reading
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This Cain Will Have His Feast
The Day of the BeastZane Grey They arranged the hour and then she went on her way home. The big car sped through River Park. Rose shivered a little as she peered into the darkness of the grove. Then the car shot under the last electric light, out into the country, with the level road Continue reading
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Thousand Wheels of Freight Train
The U. P. TrailZane Grey In his chief’s inflexible voice, in teh worn, shadowed face, Neale saw the great burden, and somehow he was reminded of Lincoln, and a passion of remorse seized him. Why had he not been faithful to this steadfast man who had needed him! “It seemed–so much to me,” faltered Neale. Continue reading
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Pushing Around the Weathervane Jesus
The Desert of WheatZane Grey “Me too, though I ain’t no youngster,” he replied. “Reckon you’d better go in now, Miss Lenore….Don’t you worry none or lose any sleep.” Lenore bade the cowboy good-night and went to the sitting-room. Her mother sat preoccupied, with sad and thoughtful face. Rose was writing many pages to Jim. Continue reading
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The Four Winds Blow so I Turn Up my Collar
Our 200th post To The Last ManZane Grey Once laid upon the table these presented a formidable arsenal, which consisted of the three new .44 Winchesters that Jean had brought with him from the coast; the enormous buffalo, or so-called “needle” gun, that Gaston Isbel had used for years; a Henry rifle which Blaisdell had Continue reading
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Hot Dogs and Red Vines and Potato Chips and French Fries
After yesterday’s close call I’m not taking a chance with today’s entry. Betty ZaneZane Grey They were quite alone in the room. As Betty finished speaking and started for the door Miller intercepted her. She recoiled in alarm from his white face. “No, you don’t go yet. I won’t give you up so easily. No Continue reading
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Grace is Wasted in Your Face
Whoops! It finally happened, except since it is still technically Monday, June 24th in Hawaii and all points west to the International Date Line I’m gonna argue a technicality that I still have not missed a day this year. The Young Lion HunterZane Grey We had caught a tartar. We dared not let him go, Continue reading
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