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The Adventures of Colonel Daniel Boone by John Filson
Soon after this, my companion in captivity, John Stewart, was killed by the savages, and the man that came with my brother returned home by himself. We were then in a dangerous, helpless situation, exposed daily to perils and death amongst savages and wild beasts, not a white man in the country but ourselves.

The Flying U's Last Stand by B. M. Bower
It began to look, then, as though J. G. Whitmore was cunningly besting the situation, and was going to hold out indefinitely against the encroachments of civilization upon the old order of things on the range. And it had begun to look as though he was going to best Time at his own game, and refuse also to grow old;

Her Prairie Knight by B. M. Bower
First a blinding glare and a deafening crash. Then rain--sheets of it, that drenched where it struck. The women huddled together under the doubtful protection of the light robe and shivered. After that, wind that threatened to overturn the light spring wagon; then hail that bounced and hopped like tiny, white rubber balls upon the ground.

The Heritage of the Sioux by B.M. Bower
But this spring was not as other springs had been. Something--whether an awakened ambition or an access of sentiment regarding range matters, he did not know--was stirring the blood in Applehead's veins. Never, since the days when he had been a cowpuncher, had the wide spaces called to him so alluringly;

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Rowdy of the Cross L by B. M. Bower
Dixie, standing knee-deep in a drift, shook himself much after the manner of his master; perhaps he, also, wished himself back at the Horseshoe Bar. He turned his head to look back, blinking at the snow which beat insistently in his eyes; he could not hold them open long enough to see anything, however, so he twitched his ears pettishly and gave over the attempt.

Flying U Ranch by B. M. Bower
The Happy Family, waiting for the Sunday supper call, were grouped around the open door of the bunk-house, gossiping idly of things purely local, when the Old Man returned from the Stock Association at Helena; beside him on the buggy seat sat a stranger. The Old Man pulled up at the bunk-house, the stranger sprang out over the wheel with the agility which bespoke youthful muscles, and the Old Man introduced him with a quirk of the lips:

Cabin Fever by B. M. Bower
There is a certain malady of the mind induced by too much of one thing. Just as the body fed too long upon meat becomes a prey to that horrid disease called scurvy, so the mind fed too long upon monotony succumbs to the insidious mental ailment which the West calls "cabin fever." True, it parades under different names, according to circumstances and caste. You may be afflicted in a palace and call it ennui, and it may drive you to commit peccadillos and indiscretions of various sorts.

Cow-Country by B. M. Bower
In hot mid afternoon when the acrid, gray dust cloud kicked up by the listless plodding of eight thousand cloven hoofs formed the only blot on the hard blue above the Staked Plains, an ox stumbled and fell awkwardly under his yoke, and refused to scramble up when his negro driver shouted and prodded him with the end of a willow gad.

Jean of the Lazy A by B. M. Bower
Without going into a deep, psychological discussion of the elements in men's souls that breed events, we may say with truth that the Lazy A ranch was as other ranches in the smooth tenor of its life until one day in June, when the finger of fate wrote bold and black across the face of it

The Lure of the Dim Trails by B. M. Bower
For the rest of the way Thurston watched the green hills slide by--and the greener hollows--and gave himself up to visions of Fort Benton; visions of creaking bull-trains crawling slowly, like giant brown worms, up and down the long hill; of many high-piled bales of buffalo hides upon the river bank, and clamorous little steamers churning up against the current;

The Trail of the White Mule by B. M. Bower
Casey Ryan, hunched behind the wheel of a large, dark blue touring car with a kinked front fender and the glass gone from the left headlight, slid out from the halted traffic, shied sharply away from a hysterically clanging street car, crossed the path of a huge red truck coming in from his right, missed it with two inches to spare and was halfway down the block before the traffic officer overtook him.

Good Indian by B. M. Bower
It was somewhere in the seventies when old Peaceful Hart woke to a realization that gold-hunting and lumbago do not take kindly to one another, and the fact that his pipe and dim-eyed meditation appealed to him more keenly than did his prospector's pick and shovel and pan seemed to imply that he was growing old. He was a silent man, by occupation and by nature, so he said nothing about it; but, like the wild things of prairie and wood, instinctively began preparing for the winter of his life.

The Ranch At The Wolverine by B. M. Bower
And in the rough little log cabin was born the girl-child I want you to meet; a girl-child when she should have been a boy to meet her father's need and great desire; a girl-child whose very name was a compromise between the parents. For they called her Billy for sake of the boy her father wanted, and Louise for the girl her mother had longed for to lighten that terrible loneliness which the far frontier brings to the women who brave its stern emptiness.

Skyrider by B. M. Bower

The Lookout Man by B. M. Bower

The Uphill Climb by B. M. Bower

The Range Dwellers by B. M. Bower

The Happy Family by B. M. Bower

The Long Shadow by B. M. Bower

The Gringos by B. M. Bower

Lonesome Land by B. M. Bower

Casey Ryan by B. M. Bower

Starr, of the Desert by B. M. Bower

The Phantom Herd by B. M. Bower

The Thunder Bird by B. M. Bower

Chip, of the Flying U by B. M. Bower

The Quirt by B. M. Bower

The Cross-Cut by Courtney Ryley Cooper

The White Desert by Courtney Ryley Cooper

Wolfville Days by Alfred Henry Lewis
At this the Old Cattleman looked unduly sagacious, refreshed himself with a puff or two at his pipe, and all with the air of one who might, did he see fit, consider the grave questions of capital and labor with an ability equal to their solution. His remark was growth of the strike story of some mill workmen, told glaringly in the newspaper he held in his hands.

The Red Man's Continent by Ellsworth Huntington
Across the twilight lawn at Hampton Institute straggles a group of sturdy young men with copper-hued complexions. Their day has been devoted to farming, carpentry, blacksmithing, or some other trade. Their evening will be given to study. Those silent dignified Indians with straight black hair and broad, strong features are training their hands and minds in the hope that some day they may stand beside the white man as equals.

The Outlet by Andy Adams
Then began the great exodus of Texas cattle. The red men were easily confined on reservations, and the vacated country in the Northwest became cattle ranges. The government was in the market for large quantities of beef with which to feed its army and Indian wards. The maximum year's drive was reached in 1884

Cattle Brands by Andy Adams

Wells Brothers by Andy Adams

The Log of a Cowboy by Andy Adams

Reed Anthony, Cowman by Andy Adams

A Texas Matchmaker by Andy Adams

The Treasure Of Nugget Mountain by Karl May
A whole winter had passed since the morning in late autumn when the Apaches burst upon us and put an end to the work on which we were sent. It had been a winter of the greatest interest, passed as it was in closest intimacy

Jesse James, the Outlaw by W. B. Lawson
they didn't know me in the disguise, half clerical and half agricultural, that I then wore. They were three daring Chicago detectives in the disguise of horse-traders -- Hawes, Jewell, and Whittaker by name.

Happy Hawkins by Robert Alexander Wason
I wasn't really a Westerner an' that's why I'm so different from most of 'em. Take your regular bonie fide Westerner an' when he dies he don't turn to dust, he turns to alkali; but when it comes my turn to settle, I'll jest natchely become the good rich soil o' the Indiana cornbelt.

Fred Fearnot's Day by Hal Standish
The crowd nearly filled the upper hall of the clubroom, and there again they sang songs with a vociferousness that nearly raised the roof, after which the elder graduates, who had been away from the academy some six or seven years, called on Teacher Tracy for a speech.

Frank Merriwell's Limit by Burt L. Standish
He snapped the stub of his half-smoked cigarette at Browning and it struck fairly on the big fellow's chin, with a burst of sparks. Bruce awoke with a roar, and that caused Mrs. Hodge to start up.

Riders of the Silences by John Frederick

The Prince Of The Road by Edward L. Wheeler

The Peaks by Joseph A. Altsheler
A light wind sang through the foliage, turned to varying and vivid hues now by the touch of autumn, and it had an edge of cold that made Robert Lennox shiver a little, despite a hardy life in wilderness and open. But it was only a passing feeling. A moment or two later he forgot it, and, turning his eyes to the west, watched the vast terraces of blazing color piled one above another by the sinking sun.

The Shadow of the North, by Joseph A. Altsheler

The Lords of the Wild by Joseph A. Altsheler

The Shades of the Wilderness by Joseph A. Altsheler

The Hunters of the Hills by Joseph A. Altsheler

The Free Rangers by Joseph A. Altsheler

The Hosts of the Air by Joseph A. Altsheler

The Forest Of Swords by Joseph A. Altsheler

The Texan Scouts by Joseph A. Altsheler

The Texan Star by Joseph A. Altsheler

The Tree of Appomattox by Joseph A. Altsheler

The Sun Of Quebec by Joseph A. Altsheler

The Young Trailers by Joseph A. Altsheler

The Forest Runners by Joseph A. Altsheler

Scouts of the Valley by Joseph A. Altsheler

The Scouts of Stonewall by Joseph A. Altsheler

The Guns of Shiloh by Joseph A. Altsheler

The Guns of Bull Run by Joseph A. Altsheler

The Rock of Chickamauga by Joseph A. Altsheler

The Sword of Antietam by Joseph A. Altsheler

The Star of Gettysburg by Joseph A. Altsheler

Wyoming, a Story of the Outdoor West by William MacLeod Raine
The earth rolled in waves like a mighty sea to the distant horizon line. From a wonderful blue sky poured down upon the land a bath of sunbeat. The air was like wine, pure and strong, and above the desert swam the rare, untempered light of Wyoming. Surely here was a peace primeval, a silence unbroken since the birth of creation.

A Texas Ranger By William MacLeod Raine
As she lay crouched in the bear-grass there came to the girl clearly the crunch of wheels over disintegrated granite. The trap had dipped into a draw, but she knew that presently it would reappear on the winding road. The knowledge smote her like a blast of winter, sent chills racing down her spine, and shook her as with an ague. Only the desperation of her plight spurred her flagging courage.

Dodge by William MacLeod Raine
Dodge City did not get its name because so many of its citizens were or had been, in the Texas phrase, on the dodge. It came quite respectably by its cognomen. The town was laid out by A. A. Robinson, chief engineer of the Atchison, Topeka & Santa Fe, and it was called for Colonel Richard I. Dodge, commander of the post at Fort Dodge and one of the founders of the place.

Ridgway of Montana by William MacLeod Raine
She had come to the parting of the ways, and she knew it, with a shrewd suspicion as to which she would choose. She had asked for a week to decide, and her heart-searching had told her nothing new. It was characteristic of Virginia Balfour that she did not attempt to deceive herself. If she married Waring Ridgway it would be for what she considered good and sufficient reasons

The Vision Splendid by William MacLeod Raine
A lean, wiry boy, hatchet-faced, stared with dreamy eyes out of the window of his prison. By raising himself in his seat while the teacher was not looking he could catch a silvery gleam of the river through the great firs.

Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine
Sheriff Collins' perception of his neighbor across the aisle was more frank in its interest than the girl's had been of him. The level, fearless gaze of the outdoors West looked at her unabashed, appreciating swiftly her points as they impinged themselves upon his admiration. The long, lithe lines of the slim, supple body, the languid grace missing hauteur only because that seemed scarce worth while, the unconscious pride of self that fails to be offensive only in a young woman so well equipped with good looks as this one indubitably was the rider of the plains had appraised them all before his eyes dismissed her from his consideration and began a casual inspection of the other passengers.

A Story of the Old Hell-raising Trail's End by William MacLeod Raine
Dodge City did not get its name because so many of its citizens were or had been, in the Texas phrase, on the dodge. It came quite respectably by its cognomen. The town was laid out by A. A. Robinson, chief engineer of the Atchison, Topeka & Santa Fe, and it was called for Colonel Richard I. Dodge, commander of the post at Fort Dodge and one of the founders of the place.

The Hunting Of Harry Tracy by William MacLeod Raine
The most thrilling man hunt America has ever known began on the morning of June 9, 1902, at the gates of the Oregon Penitentiary, and continued with unabated vigour until August 5th.

A Daughter Of The Dons by William MacLeod Raine
For Tregarth had stepped from the cage with a limp figure in his arms, and after him Davis, his arm around the shoulder of a drenched, staggering youth, who had a bleeding cut across his cheek.

Gunsight Pass by William MacLeod Raine
Doble backed up his partner. "Sure are, Buck. I can get cowponies for ten and fifteen dollars--all I want of 'em," he said

Mavericks by William MacLeod Raine
Miles away she could see a little cloud of dust travelling behind the microscopic stage, which moved toward her almost as imperceptibly as the minute-hand of a clock.

A Man Four-Square by William MacLeod Raine
A girl sat on the mossy river-bank in the dappled, golden sunlight. Frowning eyes fixed on a sweeping eddy, she watched without seeing the racing current. Her slim, supple body, crouched and tense, was motionless

Deadwood Dick's Doom by Edward L. Wheeler
It was said that nobody but rascals and rough could exist in that lone mining-camp, which was confirmed by the fact that it was seldom the weekly stage brought any one there who had come to settle. Even the Government officials, cognizant of the lawlessness within the border of death Notch, hesitated to interfere, because of the desperate character of the residents-hardest of the hard.

California Joe by Colonel Prentiss Ingraham
All glanced in the direction in which the one who had made some startling discovery was gazing, and every eye became riveted at once in a manner that proved the thrilling cry of their comrade had not been uncalled for.

Adventures of Buffalo Bill from Boyhood to Manhood by Colonel Prentiss Ingraham
The country school which he attended was some five miles from his father's house and he was wont to ride there each morning and back in the afternoon upon a wiry, vicious little mustang that every one had prognosticated would some day be the death of him.

The Authentic Life of Billy, The Kid by Pat Garrett
But little is known of his father, as he died when Billy was very young, and he had little recollection of him. In 1862 the family, consisting of the father, mother, and two boys, of whom Billy was the eldest

Winnetou, The Apache Knight by Karl May
When I was born three other children had preceded me in the world, and my father's dreamy blue eyes saw no way of providing suitably for this superfluous fourth youngster. And then my uncle John came forward and said: "Name the boy after me, and I'll be responsible for his future." Now Uncle John was rich and unmarried, and though my father could never get his mind down to anything more practical than deciphering cuneiform inscriptions, even he saw that this changed the unflattering prospects of his latest-born into unusually smiling ones.

Three Years Among the Indians and Mexicans by Thomas James
I have passed a year and a half on the head waters of the Missouri and among the gorges of the Rocky Mountains, as a hunter and a trapper, and two years among the Spaniards and Camanches. I have suffered much from the inclemency of nature and of man

Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley
One bright summer's afternoon, in the year of grace 1575, a tall and fair boy came lingering along Bideford quay, in his scholar's gown, with satchel and slate in hand, watching wistfully the shipping and the sailors, till, just after he had passed the bottom of the High Street, he came opposite to one of the many taverns which looked out upon the river.

Last of the Great Scouts by Helen Cody Wetmore
The place was known as the Scott farm, and was situated in Scott County, Iowa, near the historic little town of Le Clair, where, but a few years before, a village of the Fox Indians had been located; where Black Hawk and his thousand warriors had assembled for their last war-dance;

The Untamed by Max Brand
And he found life. Hardy cattle moved single or in small groups and browsed on the withered bunch grass. Summer scorched them, winter humped their backs with cold and arched up their bellies with famine

The Rangeland Avenger by Max Brand
That grim suggestion made Sandersen and Quade shudder. But a grin spread on the broad, ugly face of Lowrie, and Sinclair merely shrugged his shoulders.

Bull Hunter by Max Brand
Although they had looked down the stern slopes to the lower Rockies, they did not see the girl who followed the loosely winding trail. She was partly sheltered by the firs and came out just above them.

Alcatraz by Max Brand
The west wind came over the Eagles, gathered purity from the evergreen slopes of the mountains, blew across the foothills and league wide fields, and came at length to the stallion with a touch of coolness and enchanting scents of far-off things.

Trailin'! by Max Brand
"Easy. Look at 'em now--the greatest gang of liars that never threw a diamond hitch! Ride? I've got a ten-year kid home that would laugh at 'em all. But I'll show 'em up.

Gunman's Reckoning by Max Brand
"I never laid much on what they said," he averred. "I know you, Lefty; you can do a lot, but when it comes to leading a whole gang, like they said you was, and all that -- well, I knew it was a lie.

Harrigan by Max Brand
"No," grinned the sergeant, and then looked up and watched the broad shoulders of the red-haired man, who advanced through the crowd as the prow of a ship lunges through the waves.

Riders of the Silences by Max Brand
He, like the big fighter, circled cautiously about, but the impression he gave was as different from the other as day is from night. His head was carried high;

The Long, Long Trail by Max Brand

The Ghost by Max Brand

The Rainbow Trail by Max Brand

The Night Horseman by Max Brand

Black Jack by Max Brand
As if to mock him, he had no sooner spoken than a dozen voices yelled down the street in a wailing chorus cut short by the rapid chattering of revolvers.

The Seventh Man by Max Brand
A man under thirty needs neighbors and to stop up the current of his life with a long silence is like obstructing a river--eventually the water either sweeps away the dam or rises over it

Way of the Lawless by Max Brand

Ronicky Doone by Max Brand
He came into the town as a solid, swiftly moving dust cloud. The wind from behind had kept the dust moving forward at a pace just equal to the gallop of his horse

Ronicky Doone's Reward by Max Brand

Ronicky Doone's Treasure by Max Brand

A Fool for Love by Francis Lynde

The Graphters by Francis Lynde

The Honorable Senator Sage-Brush by Francis Lynde

Empire Builders by Francis Lynde

The Master of Appleby by Francis Lynde

Branded by Francis Lynde

The Price by Francis Lynde

The Trail of the Lonesome Pine by John Fox, Jr.

The Little Shepherd of Kingdom Come by John Fox, Jr.

The Last Stetson by John Fox, Jr.

The Heart Of The Hills by John Fox, Jr.

Hell Fer Sartain and Other Stories by John Fox, Jr.

A Mountain Europa by John Fox, Jr.

Cowboy Dave by Frank V. Webster

Crooked Trails written and illustrated by Frederic Remington

Down the Ravine Charles Egbert Craddock (Mary Noailles Murfree)

Duck Lake; or Tales of the Canadian Backwoods Revd. Egerton Ryerson Young

Lydia of the Pines Honoré Willsie Morrow

Benefits Forgot Honoré Willsie Morrow

The Enchanted Canyon Honoré Willsie Morrow

Godless Valley Honoré Willsie Morrow

A Large collection of Westerns and other books

Ant's Eye

We think we understand but we don't
and how could we comprehend such events,
the coming of a message to Moses
we know little but claim much
Jesus had the dove but what power kindness
Muhammad had the angel but we see
but the dust from His cloak.

We claim to know the universe
but it escapes us even the smallest particles
big bangs and strings of power tinkle
in brains striving, but time is too short
for God needs our attention for eternity
Much yet to come, not but a start
have we begun within an ant's eye

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