Book by Max Brand
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Snow had already fallen above timber line, and the horseman, struggling over the summit, looked eagerly down into the broad valleys below, dark with evergreens. There was half an hour more of sunshine, but by the time he had ridden through the belt of lodge-pole pines, those stubborn marchers up to the mountaintops, a stiffening north wind had sheeted the sky from horizon to horizon with clouds. Even before the rain began he put on his slicker to turn the edge of the gale, but, as he came out of the pines and into the more open and gently rolling lands beyond, the rain was beginning to drive down the valley. The lower he dropped toward the bottom lands the lower dropped the storm clouds above him, until the summits were quite lost in rolling gray masses and a mist of thin rain slanted across the trail. The mare turned her head sideways to it, taking the brunt on one flattened ear and from time to time shaking off the drops of moisture. Between her and the rider there existed an almost conversational intimacy, it seemed. He had spread out the skirt of his slicker so as to cover as great a portion of her barrel as possible; as the chill of the rain increased, he encouraged her with talk. She replied with a slight pricking of her ears from time to time and often threw up her head in that way horses have when they wish to see the master the more clearly. Meanwhile, she descended the precipitous trail with such cat-footed activity that it was plain she had spent her life among the mountains. The rider made little effort to direct her but allowed her to follow her own fancy, as though confident that she would take the quickest way to the bottom of the slope. This, indeed, she did, sometimes slackening her pace for a moment to study the lay of the land ahead, sometimes taking a steep down pitch on braced legs, sometimes wandering in easy loops to one side or the other.
Frederick Schiller Faust (May 29, 1892 – May 12, 1944) was an American author known primarily for his thoughtful and literary Westerns under the pen name Max Brand. His other pseudonyms include George Owen Baxter, George Evans, David Manning, John Frederick, Peter Morland, George Challis and Frederick Frost.
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Vendeur : Better World Books, Mishawaka, IN, Etats-Unis
Etat : Good. Former library copy. Pages intact with minimal writing/highlighting. The binding may be loose and creased. Dust jackets/supplements are not included. Includes library markings. Stock photo provided. Product includes identifying sticker. Better World Books: Buy Books. Do Good. N° de réf. du vendeur 57492777-6
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Vendeur : Books by White/Walnut Valley Books, Winfield, KS, Etats-Unis
Hardcover. Etat : Near Fine. Etat de la jaquette : Near Fine. 1st Edition. G.K. Hall & Company, Thorndike, ME. 1994. Hardcover. First Large Print Edition by G.K. Hall. Book is tight, square, and unmarked but for a remainder mark on the textblock bottom. Book Condition: Near Fine; scant shelfwear to head and tail. DJ: Near Fine; light rubbing to panels. Gray paper over boards with blur cloth overlay on the spine with bright silver lettering on the spine. 259 pp 8vo. Ronicky Doone, horsebreaker, mischiefmaker, adventurer, and champion of lost causes, has stumbled onto a meeting between Jack Moon and his infamous band of outlaws. Knowing that four bloodhounds were on the trail of one unarmed man, Ronicky, always a creature of impulse, leaps without even thinking, to the rescue. His sense of fair play automatically spurs him to action and he is willing to kill or be killed in a fight over a treasure that has been buried for ten years. A clean very presentable copy. N° de réf. du vendeur 015419
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