Short stories
A lonely portage twenty miles back in the wilderness from the Mounted post at Bighorn, was where it happened to Sylvia. It came all suddenly--this ugly disaster; and exactly as Lorn had prophesied when he ordered her not to go bushloping alone this week.
A lonely portage twenty miles back in the wilderness from the Mounted post at Bighorn, was where it happened to Sylvia. It came all suddenly--this ugly disaster; and exactly as...
2. Part 2Behrdal shot at him. In her terror for Lorn, unmindful of the bullet that screamed past her head, Sylvia turned, looked. Again and again and again, till the magazine was empty,...