The Trail Horde

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Charles Alden Seltzer. The Trail Horde

The Trail Horde

Table of Contents

CHAPTER I

CONCERNING MORALS

CHAPTER II

DRIVING A BARGAIN

CHAPTER III

A WOMAN'S EYES

CHAPTER IV

REBELLION

CHAPTER V

A MAN'S WORD

CHAPTER VI

THE INVISIBLE POWER

CHAPTER VII

THE COALITION

CHAPTER VIII

A WOMAN'S MERCY

CHAPTER IX

THE ARM OF POWER

CHAPTER X

THE SECOND OBSTACLE

CHAPTER XI

THE LONG TRAIL

CHAPTER XII

THE NIGHT WIND'S MYSTERY

CHAPTER XIII

THE INVISIBLE MENACE

CHAPTER XIV

LAWLER'S "NERVE"

CHAPTER XV

CONCERNING AN OUTLAW

CHAPTER XVI

A "NORTHER"

CHAPTER XVII

THE LINE CABIN

CHAPTER XVIII

STORM-DRIVEN

CHAPTER XIX

DEATH AT A DOOR

CHAPTER XX

THE "KILLING"

CHAPTER XXI

CHANCE—AND A MAN

CHAPTER XXII

THE WHITE WASTE

CHAPTER XXIII

A WOMAN'S WILES

CHAPTER XXIV

DELLA'S HANDKERCHIEF

CHAPTER XXV

IN WHICH A MAN PLOTS

CHAPTER XXVI

A MENACE APPEARS

CHAPTER XXVII

EVIDENCE

CHAPTER XXVIII

THE TRAIL HORDE

CHAPTER XXIX

ANTRIM STRIKES

CHAPTER XXX

A WOMAN LIES

CHAPTER XXXI

"JAIL'S EMPTY, KANE!"

CHAPTER XXXII

RED KING RUNS

CHAPTER XXXIII

THE FIGHT AT THE CABIN

CHAPTER XXXIV

"GOOD OLD SHORTY!"

CHAPTER XXXV

HAUNTING MEMORIES

CHAPTER XXXVI

A MAN MEDITATES VENGEANCE

CHAPTER XXXVII

THE TRAP

CHAPTER XXXVIII

THE GOVERNOR'S GUNS

CHAPTER XXXIX

SLADE'S PRISONER

CHAPTER XL

PRIMITIVE INSTINCTS

CHAPTER XLI

THE CLEAN-UP

CHAPTER XLII

GOING EAST

CHAPTER XLIII

THE MAJESTY OF PEACE

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Charles Alden Seltzer

Published by Good Press, 2019

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Willets had plenty of space in which to grow, and the location of the buildings on their sites, seemed to indicate that their builders appreciated the fact that there was no need for crowding. Between each building was space, suggestive of the unending plains that surrounded the town. Willets sat, serene in its space and solitude, unhurried, uncramped, sprawling over a stretch of grass level—a dingy, dirty, inglorious Willets, shamed by its fringe of tin cans, empty bottles, and other refuse—and by the clean sweep of sand and sage and grass that stretched to its very doors. For Willets was man-made.

From the second story of a brick building that stood on the southern side of the street, facing the station, Gary Warden could look past the red station into the empty corrals beside the railroad track. Jim Lefingwell, Warden's predecessor, had usually smiled when he saw the corral comfortably filled with steers. But Gary Warden smiled because the corral was empty.

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