Zane Grey
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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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Alone by the Ashes
We’re almost at this blog’s 200th post The Call of the CanyonZane Grey It was, perhaps, just as well to have her mind reverted to realistic fact. Thepresence of Haze Ruff, the astounding truth of the contact with hishuge sheep-defiled hands, had been profanation and degradationunder which she sickened with fear and shame. Yet hovering Continue reading
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Know I was a Stranger
Happy Solstice. It’s only been 85° today yet it feels like we’re melting. Heritage of the DesertZane Grey The Bishop and his sons tried to persuade Hare next morning to leave the village without seeing Holderness, urging the futility of such a meeting. “I will see him,” said Hare. He spent the morning at the Continue reading
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View of the 62
Desert GoldZane Grey “We shore will,” put in Ladd. So with parting jests and smiles they left the couple to themselves. Belding enjoyed a laugh at his good wife’s expense, for Thorne could not be kept in bed, and all in a day, it seemed, he grew so well and so hungry that his friends Continue reading
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Western Blue
Either we have stormy rain squalls or 80+ degree weather. It needs to make its mind up. The Rainbow TrailZane Grey There were duty here and pity and unselfish love, but these alone did not actuate Shefford. Mystically fate seemed again to come like a gleam and bid him follow. When Shefford and Nas Ta Continue reading
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With a Whirlwind by Her Side
This week’s My Discovery Mix, to support my decision to quit sharing them weekly, included particular tracks from some of my favorite artists which, when listened together in a block, almost put me to sleep (Individually these are all great songs.) It also, for the first time ever, included a 20-second bonus disc blip of Continue reading
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