Desert Gold: A Romance of the Border

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Grosset & Dunlap, 1913 - 325 pages
He was a solitary prospector in the vast Sonoran Desert, but on a shelf of rock he left a little tin for his daughter ... Richard Gale's idle sojourn in the West came to a screeching halt when he arrived in an Arizona border town and plunged into the life of a border ranger. Yet when he met Nell Burton, he realized for the first time why the West had beckoned him. But Nell's background wasn't very impressive - she had no family, no dowry. Then one day Gale found a little tin in the Sonoran Desert that gave Nell a name, a family, a legacy ... and a fortune.
 

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Page 104 - ... perilous by the invasion of savage men. That horse had become human to Gale. And with him Gale had learned to know the simple needs of existence. Like dead scales, the superficialities, the falsities, the habits that had once meant all of life dropped off, useless things in this stern waste of rock and sand.
Page 81 - Money's the last thing we think of out here. All the same, Gale, if you stick, you'll be rich." "It wouldn't surprise me," replied Dick thoughtfully. But he was not thinking of material wealth. Then, as he viewed his stained and torn shirt, he laughed and said: "Belding, long as there are girls like Mercedes and Miss Nell around, while I'm getting rich, I'd rather have a clean shirt. . . and such." "We've a little Mex store in town, and what you can't get there the womenfolks will make for you.
Page 52 - ... all these things Gale turned over and over in his mind, only to fail of any definite conclusion as to which had affected him so remarkably, or to tell what had really happened to him.
Page 286 - ... toward a green hollow, where in a cluster of willows lay the neverfailing spring that his horses loved so well, and, indeed, which he loved no less. He was actually afraid to part the drooping willows to enter the little cool, shady path that led to the spring Then, suddenly seized by suspense, he ran the rest of the way. He was just in time to see the last of the water. It seemed to sink as in quicksand. The shape of the hole had changed. The tremendous force of the blast bad obstructed or diverted...

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