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Zane Grey

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his paws, watching Mescal.  Hare watched her, too.  The night shone in
her eyes, the light of the fire, the old brooding mystic desert-spirit,
and something more.  The thump of Silvermane's hobbled hoofs was heard in
the darkness; Bolly's bell jangled musically.  The sheep were bleating.
A lonesome coyote barked.  The white stars blinked out of the blue and
the night breeze whispered softly among the cedars. 

End of Project Gutenberg's Etext of The Heritage of the Desert, by Grey 


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