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A letter at the postoffice had been the means of advising the entire community of the coming of Kendric.... More

It was springtime in the California Sierra. Never were skies bluer, never did the golden sun-flood steep the endless forest lands in richer life-giving glory. Ridge after ridge the mountains swept on and fell away upon one side until in the vague distances they sank to the monotonous level of the Sa... More

In the driving blast of the wind many a tall pine had snapped broken at last after long valiant years of victorious buffeting with the seasons while countless tossing branches had been riven away from the parent boles and hurled far out in all directions.... More

Ambitious criminals and an uncertain sheriff collide in this story of greed, revenge, and unsuspected love in a small California town. The caretaker of the mission's bells plans to ring them to usher in a new era for the town, but will he be commemorating death, marriage, emergency . . . or perhaps ... More

Jim Kendric had arrived and the border town knew it well. All who knew the man foresaw that he would come with a rush, tarry briefly for a bit of wild joy and leave with a rush for the Lord knew where and the Lord knew why. For such was ever the way of Jim Kendric. A letter at the postoffice had bee... More

Bud Lee, horse foreman of the Blue Lake Ranch, sat upon the gate of the home corral, builded a cigarette with slow brown fingers, and stared across the broken fields of the upper valley to the rosy glow above the pine-timbered ridge where the sun was coming up. His customary gravity was unusually pr... More

Steve Packard's pulses quickened and a bright eagerness came into his eyes as he rode deeper into the pine-timbered mountains. To-day he was on the last lap of a delectable journey. Three days ago he had ridden out of the sun-baked town of San Juan; three months had passed since he had sailed out of... More