Tag: Zane Grey

Zane Grey – Wildfire

For some reason the desert scene before Lucy Bostil awoke varying emotions—a sweet gratitude for the fullness of her life there at the Ford, yet a haunting remorse that she could not be wholly content— a vague loneliness of soul—a thrill and a fear for the strangely calling future, glorious, unknown. She longed for something […]

Zane Grey – To The Last Man

At the end of a dry, uphill ride over barren country Jean Isbel unpacked to camp at the edge of the cedars where a little rocky canyon green with willow and cottonwood, promised water and grass. His animals were tired, especially the pack mule that had carried a heavy load; and with slow heave of […]

Zane Grey – The Young Pitcher

Ken Ward had not been at the big university many days before he realized the miserable lot of a freshman. At first he was sorely puzzled. College was so different from what he had expected. At the high school of his home town, which, being the capital of the State, was no village, he had […]

Zane Grey – The Young Lion Hunter

“Dick, I shore will be glad to see Ken,” said Jim Williams, in his lazy drawl. “I reckon you’ll be, too?” Jim’s cool and careless way of saying things sometimes irritated me. Glad to see Ken Ward! I was crazy to see the lad. “Jim, what you know about being glad to see any one […]

Zane Grey – The Young Forester

I loved outdoor life and hunting. Some way a grizzly bear would come in when I tried to explain forestry to my brother. “Hunting grizzlies!” he cried. “Why, Ken, father says you’ve been reading dime novels.” “Just wait, Hal, till he comes out here. I’ll show him that forestry isn’t just bear-hunting.” My brother Hal […]

Zane Grey – The U. P. Trail

In the early sixties a trail led from the broad Missouri, swirling yellow and turgid between its greengroved borders, for miles and miles out upon the grassy Nebraska plains, turning westward over the undulating prairie, with its swales and billows and long, winding lines of cottonwoods, to a slow, vast heave of rising ground— Wyoming—where […]

Zane Grey – The Spirit of the Border

“Nell, I’m growing powerful fond of you.” “So you must be, Master Joe, if often telling makes it true.” The girl spoke simply, and with an absence of that roguishness which was characteristic of her. Playful words, arch smiles, and a touch of coquetry had seemed natural to Nell; but now her grave tone and […]

Zane Grey – The Rustlers of Pecos County

In the morning, after breakfasting early, I took a turn up and down the main street of Sanderson, made observations and got information likely to serve me at some future day, and then I returned to the hotel ready for what might happen. The stage-coach was there and already full of passengers. This stage did […]

Zane Grey – The Rainbow Trail

Shefford halted his tired horse and gazed with slowly realizing eyes. A league-long slope of sage rolled and billowed down to Red Lake, a dry red basin, denuded and glistening, a hollow in the desert, a lonely and desolate door to the vast, wild, and broken upland beyond. All day Shefford had plodded onward with […]

Zane Grey – The Mysterious Rider

A September sun, losing some of its heat if not its brilliance, was dropping low in the west over the black Colorado range. Purple haze began to thicken in the timbered notches. Gray foothills, round and billowy, rolled down from the higher country. They were smooth, sweeping, with long velvety slopes and isolated patches of […]

Zane Grey – The Man of the Forest

At sunset hour the forest was still, lonely, sweet with tang of fir and spruce, blazing in gold and red and green; and the man who glided on under the great trees seemed to blend with the colors and, disappearing, to have become a part of the wild woodland. Old Baldy, highest of the White […]

Zane Grey – The Lone Star Ranger

So it was in him, then—an inherited fighting instinct, a driving intensity to kill. He was the last of the Duanes, that old fighting stock of Texas. But not the memory of his dead father, nor the pleading of his soft-voiced mother, nor the warning of this uncle who stood before him now, had brought […]

Zane Grey – The Light of Western Stars

When Madeline Hammond stepped from the train at El Cajon, New Mexico, it was nearly midnight, and her first impression was of a huge dark space of cool, windy emptiness, strange and silent, stretching away under great blinking white stars. “Miss, there’s no one to meet you,” said the conductor, rather anxiously. “I wired my […]

Zane Grey – The Last of the Plainsmen

One afternoon, far out on the sun-baked waste of sage, we made camp near a clump of withered pinyon trees. The cold desert wind came down upon us with the sudden darkness. Even the Mormons, who were finding the trail for us across the drifting sands, forgot to sing and pray at sundown. We huddled […]

Zane Grey – The Heritage of the Desert

“BUT the man’s almost dead.” The words stung John Hare’s fainting spirit into life. He opened his eyes. The desert still stretched before him, the appalling thing that had overpowered him with its deceiving purple distance. Near by stood a sombre group of men. “Leave him here,” said one, addressing a gray-bearded giant. “He’s the […]

Zane Grey – The Desert of Wheat

Late in June the vast northwestern desert of wheat began to take on a tinge of gold, lending an austere beauty to that endless, rolling, smooth world of treeless hills, where miles of fallow ground and miles of waving grain sloped up to the far-separated homes of the heroic men who had conquered over sage […]

Zane Grey – The Day of the Beast

His native land! Home! The ship glided slowly up the Narrows; and from its deck Daren Lane saw the noble black outline of the Statue of Liberty limned against the clear gold of sunset. A familiar old pang in his breast— longing and homesickness and agony, together with the physical burn of gassed lungs—seemed to […]

Zane Grey – The Call of the Canyon

What subtle strange message had come to her out of the West? Carley Burch laid the letter in her lap and gazed dreamily through the window. It was a day typical of early April in New York, rather cold and gray, with steely sunlight. Spring breathed in the air, but the women passing along Fifty-seventh […]

Zane Grey – The Border Legion

Joan Randle reined in her horse on the crest of the cedar ridge, and with remorse and dread beginning to knock at her heart she gazed before her at the wild and looming mountain range. “Jim wasn’t fooling me,” she said. “He meant it. He’s going straight for the border … Oh, why did I […]

Zane Grey – Riders of the Purple Sage

A sharp clip-crop of iron-shod hoofs deadened and died away, and clouds of yellow dust drifted from under the cottonwoods out over the sage. Jane Withersteen gazed down the wide purple slope with dreamy and troubled eyes. A rider had just left her and it was his message that held her thoughtful and almost sad, […]

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