"A Sharp Clip-Clop of Iron-shod hoofs deadened and died away, and clouds of yellow dust drifted from under the cottonwoods out over the sage.
Jane Withersteen gazed downt he wide purple slope with dreamy and troubled eyes. A rider had just left her and it was his message that held her thoughtful and almost sad, awaiting the churchmen who were coming to resent and attack her right to befriend a Gentile.''
Riders of The Purple Sage by Zane Grey, published 1912
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I have always enjoyed Zane Grey. I think I read almost every one of his books in my teens. I loved his horses too!
I need to go back and reread them now that I am old-er.
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