Category: Novels
PROLOGUE: OLD LIGHTS OF THE RIO BRAVA 3 I. THIRTY YEARS LATE 23 II. AT HEASLEP’S RANCH 29 III. THE LEATHER-STORE 35 IV. ‘ARE YOU DOOMED?’ 44 V. ‘I, ROBERT LEADLEY--’ 54 VI. THE LISTENING MARE 64 VII. THE SOFT SIDE OF A SADDLE 71 VIII. HEASLEP’S AGAIN 78 IX. INITIATION 87 X. ‘W...
PROLOGUE: OLD LIGHTS OF THE RIO BRAVA 3 I. THIRTY YEARS LATE 23 II. AT HEASLEP’S RANCH 29 III. THE LEATHER-STORE 35 IV. ‘ARE YOU DOOMED?’ 44 V. ‘I, ROBERT LEADLEY--’ 54 VI. THE...
2. Part 2‘I guess not,’ said Letchie. ‘Wouldn’t look so pretty when we got back, to have you tell ’em you sat rifle-up over the prisoner while we got our beauty sleep back.... No, I’m fi...
3. Part 3Elbert waited for more, and what came had a world of feeling in it that he didn’t understand. It seemed the night was chillier, but the gentle tone hadn’t changed.
4. Part 4‘Over a hundred miles from Bismo, and just before dark, coming to water and an abandoned town called Red Ante. Bart ridin’ light and easy; the rest of us done for, my horse dyin...
5. Part 5Elbert wasn’t breathing right. Another version of the same newspaper story Mort Cotton had sent. He felt as if the truth was being extracted in spite of him; that Cal and Slim h...
6. Part 6Cal was back on old Chester. The sedan had just started down-grade, when Elbert saw three red perforations in the dark ahead. The fraction of a second later, three separate conc...
7. Part 7Elbert was waiting in the reception room of the Finishing School. It was the summer season and only a few of the girls were staying over--those whose families did not live in Tu...
8. Part 8ELBERT arose, but before he caught himself, his fascinated glance had darted to the gloved right hand that had put the closing touch to Monte Vallejo this very day. Not a bristl...
9. Part 9A rush past the small closed huts of Arecibo, women’s voices uttering prayers--guttural tones of frightened men--the signal from the hollow, where other horses were waiting. Elb...
10. Part 10IN full darkness he left the two horses fastened among the alders of the stream bed and started for the dobe house. At least, there were no horses of rurales waiting at the gate...
11. Part 11A curious look came into Bart’s eyes--a trace of deep rest. ‘You see, a horse knows when a man’s afraid. He smells fear, or feels it. He gets afraid, too, or confused--loses wha...
12. Part 12‘Why, those were the weeks I spent in the mountains,’ he said. ‘I was alone all the time, and high up. It sure was a change coming down, though. Last few days, it seemed my mind...