Zane Grey
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Rides Alone
Another week starting as we approach Summer The Last of The PlainsmenZane Grey “Thirty shots in less than thirty seconds,” said Jones, “An’ I’ll bet every ball I sent touched hair. How many reindeer?” “Twenty! twenty! Buff, or I’ve forgot how to count. I guess mebbe you can’t handle them shootin’ arms. Ho! here comes Continue reading
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Keep Smiling Until Then
Tales of Lonely TrailsZane Grey Doyle told us that any object left under the ceaseless drip, drip of the lime water would soon become encrusted, and heavy as stone. The upper opening of the arch was much higher and smaller than the lower. Any noise gave forth strange and sepulchral echoes. Romer certainly made the Continue reading
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Just Glad My Boots Are On
Light of The Western StarsZane Grey The cowboys were on dress-parade, looking very different in Madeline’s eyes, at least, from the way cowboys usually appeared. But they were real and natural to her guests; and they were so picturesque that they might have been stage cowboys instead of real ones. Sombreros with silver buckles and Continue reading
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Sidestreet Walkers
The Rustlers of Pecos CountyZane Grey The gun dropped into the dust; and in a moment of wrestling fury Andrews, broken, beaten down, just able to moan, lay beside it. Steele, so cool and dark for a man who had acted with such passionate swiftness, faced the others as if to dare them to move. Continue reading
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Blazing Like a Mother
Another thing to mention on my decision to quit sharing My Discovery Mix every week, is that the current list that came in Monday morning at 6am has two versions of Yellow Rose of Texas (somewhat different lyrics, but same song) and two songs from Johnny Lee. I would not burn a disc or create Continue reading
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Spirit Is
So I let last week come and go without having posted the My Discovery Mix. I liked the mix well enough (it started with Papa Was a Rolling Stone) but the lists each week aren’t what I thought they were supposed to be. I had been under the impression they were determined by what I Continue reading
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‘Til The Next Line Comes Along
Holy crap, I was so intent on binging Bosch season 3 (read the books but hadn’t watched the show until now) and almost too late, at 11:20pm, realized that I’m about to miss posting our daily reading after 162 days. Riders of the Purple SageZane Grey “I don’t care. I’m sick of–of–I’ll show you a Continue reading
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Return With Us Now
The Lone Star RangerZane Grey The bank was steep and crumbly. He must not break off any earth to splash into the water. There was a willow growing back some few feet from the edge of the bank. Cautiously he pulled it down, bent it over the water so that when he released it there Continue reading
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Until We Meet Again
The Last TrailZane Grey With the memory of his former yearning, unsatisfied moods, and the unrest and pain his awakening tenderness had caused him, came a determination to look things fairly in the face, to be just in thought toward this innocent, impulsive girl, and be honest with himself. Duty commanded that he resist all Continue reading
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Hatchet, Axe, and Saw
The Man of the ForestZane Grey Here Carmichael stole a timid glance at Bo, the result of which was to render him utterly crestfallen. Not improbably he had taken Bo’s expression to mean something it did not, for Helen read it as a mingling of consternation and fright. Her eyes were big and blazing; a Continue reading
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