A master of narrative momentum and suspense, Zane Grey sweeps readers into his stories and makes them feel that things are out of control, t ...

For some reason the desert scene before Lucy Bostil awoke varying emotions - a sweet gratitude for the fullness of her life there at the For ...

At sunset hour the forest was still, lonely, sweet with tang of fir and spruce, blazing in gold and red and green; and the man who glided on ...

It was inevitable that in my efforts to write romantic history of the great West I should at length come to the story of a feud. For long I ...

Betty Zane ...

Joan Randle reined in her horse on the crest of the cedar ridge, and with remorse and dread beginning to knock at her heart she gazed before ...

The words stung John Hare's fainting spirit into life. He opened his eyes. The desert still stretched before him, the appalling thing that ...

A face haunted Cameron - a woman's face. It was there in the white heart of the dying campfire; it hung in the shadows that hovered over th ...

It may seem strange to you that out of all the stories I heard on the Rio Grande I should choose as first that of Buck Duane - outlaw and gu ...