The Rangeland Avenger

By: Brand, Max

Of the four men, Hal Sinclair was the vital spirit. In the actual labor of mining, themighty arms and tireless back Of Quade had been a treasure. For knowledge ofcamping, hunting, cooking, and all the lore of the trail, Lowrie stood as a valuableresource; and Sandersen was the dreamy, resolute spirit, who had hoped for gold inthose mountains until he came to believe his hope. He had gathered these threestalwarts to help him to his purpose, and if he lived he would lead yet others tofailure.Hope never died in this tall, gaunt man, with a pale-blue eye the color of thehorizon dusted with the first morning mist. He was the very spirit of lost causes, full of apprehensions, foreboding, superstitions. A hunch might make him journeyfive hundred miles; a snort of his horse could make him give up the trail and turnback.But Hal Sinclair was the antidote for Sandersen. He was still a boy at thirty-big, handsome, thoughtless, with a heart as clean as new snow. His throat was soparched by that day's ride that he dared not open his lips to sing, as he usually did.He compromised by humming songs new and old, and when his companions cursedhis noise, he contented himself with talking softly to his horse, amply rewardedwhen the pony occasionally lifted a tired ear to the familiar voic

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: B0932BG1S2
• ISBN13: 9798741893555
• Release Date: January 1
• Publisher: Independently Published
• Length: 240 Pages
• Weight: 0.93 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.5" x 7.0" x 10.0"