"The Fire Flower" is a Western novel written by Jackson Gregory. Gregory was one of the America's successful and prolific authors in the first half of the 20th century. His writing style was usually a combination of an abundance of action, adventure and suspense coupled with a dependable story line about areas and the life he was familiar with in the American Southwest. Excerpt: "Sheldon had plunged on into this new country rather recklessly, being in reckless mood. Now, five days northward of Belle Fortune, he knew that he had somewhere taken the wrong trail.The knowledge came upon him gradually. There was the suspicion before ten o'clock that morning, when the stream he followed seemed to him to be running a little too much to the northwest. But he had pushed on, watchful of every step, seeking a blazed tree or the monument of a stone set upon a rock.When he made camp at noon he was still undecided, inclined to believe that the wise thing would be to turn back. But he did not turn back. He was his own man now; all time was before him; the gigantic wilderness about him was grateful. At night, when he had yanked his small pack down from his horse's saddle, suspicion had grown into certainty. He smoked his good-night pipe in deep content."
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Jackson Gregory. The Fire Flower
The Fire Flower
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I. SOLITUDE
CHAPTER II. BONES
CHAPTER III. FOOTPRINTS AND MONUMENTS
CHAPTER IV. THE CHASE
CHAPTER V. THE TOMB OF DREAMS
CHAPTER VI. KING MIDAS AND NAPOLEON
CHAPTER VII. THE COMPANY PAULA KEPT
CHAPTER VIII. JOHN SHELDON—MAGICIAN
CHAPTER IX “BEARS ARE SMARTER.”
CHAPTER X. THE GOLDEN GIANT
CHAPTER XI. THE GOLDEN EMPEROR’S FLIGHT
CHAPTER XII. GOLDEN EMPEROR’S BAIT
CHAPTER XIII. CONSUMMATION
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Jackson Gregory
Western Novel
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“Gods knows,” meditated Sheldon, his spirit touched with that awe which comes to a man who stands alone as he stood, looking down upon the world where the Deity has builded in fierce, untrammeled majesty, “a man is a little thing in a place like this. I suppose, if I were wise, I would turn tail and get out while I can.”
And again he pushed on, northward. There was little feed here for Buck; both horse and man wanted water. Though they had left the creek but two hours ago, the dry air and summer sun had stirred in them the thirst which sleeps so little out on the trail.