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Zane Grey is a true legend. His bestselling novels have thrilled generations of readers with heart-and-guts characters, hard-shooting action, and high-plains panoramas. Zane Grey is the genuine article, the real spirit of the old west.
RIDERS OF THE PURPLE SAGE
Even the wild purple wastland falls into jeopardy when a gunman named Lassiter and a rich homesteader names Jane Withersteen join forces--and fates--to take on an entire violent town.
"Spare the boy!" whispared Jane.
"You can't save him now," replied Tull, stridently.
The restless movements of Tull's men suddenly quieted down. Then followed a low whisper, a rustle, a sharp exclamation.
"Look!" said one, pointing to the west.
"A rider!"
Jane Withersteen wheeled and saw a horseman, silhouetted against the western sky, come riding out of the sage. He had ridden down from the left, in the golden glare of the sun. An answer to her prayer!
"Do you know him? Does anyone know him?" questioned Tull.
His men looked and looked, and one by one shook their heads.
"Look!" one of Tull's companions whispered hoarsely. "He packs two black-butted guns--low down--they're hard to see--black agin them black chaps."
"A gunman"
RIDERS OF THE PURPLE SAGE
Even the wild purple wastland falls into jeopardy when a gunman named Lassiter and a rich homesteader names Jane Withersteen join forces--and fates--to take on an entire violent town.
"Spare the boy!" whispared Jane.
"You can't save him now," replied Tull, stridently.
The restless movements of Tull's men suddenly quieted down. Then followed a low whisper, a rustle, a sharp exclamation.
"Look!" said one, pointing to the west.
"A rider!"
Jane Withersteen wheeled and saw a horseman, silhouetted against the western sky, come riding out of the sage. He had ridden down from the left, in the golden glare of the sun. An answer to her prayer!
"Do you know him? Does anyone know him?" questioned Tull.
His men looked and looked, and one by one shook their heads.
"Look!" one of Tull's companions whispered hoarsely. "He packs two black-butted guns--low down--they're hard to see--black agin them black chaps."
"A gunman"
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