The Rider of the Mohave
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The Rider of the Mohave is a fast-paced western novel by authorJames Fellom. The story involves a gang of notorious train robbers who are hell bent on robbing a train but they are closely pursued by an honest sheriff. Sheriff Warburtonwill stop at nothing to put them behind the bars, but at what cost? Excerpt: "It was three in the morning, but Geerusalem had not yet closed its eyes. There was too much undug gold in the hills; it was too handy—too easy come, easy go; the days, too short; the pleasures, too wanton, too alluring. The camp of Geerusalem promenaded, gambled, danced, fought, debauched the night away, waiting for to-morrow. Far out on desolate Soapweed Plains, rose the intermittent, yelping wail-bark of a coyote. The back door of a little store that fronted on the main street opened cautiously. The interior of what was a kitchen was dark; the flower-garden yard into which it gave, was also dark. The shadowy form of a man emerged and halted; he peered carefully about through the gloom…"
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James Fellom. The Rider of the Mohave
The Rider of the Mohave
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PROLOGUE. HE RIDES BY NIGHT
CHAPTER I. MANIA AND DREAMS
CHAPTER II. THE MAN HUNTER
CHAPTER III. IN WHICH WILLS COLLIDE
CHAPTER IV. LEMUEL YIELDS
CHAPTER V. THE WHEREWITHAL
CHAPTER VI. AFTERMATH
CHAPTER VII. STARTLING PREDICAMENTS
CHAPTER VIII. LAVENDER AND OLD LACE
CHAPTER IX. EVIDENCE TO CONVICT
CHAPTER X. A DISCLOSURE
CHAPTER XI. OUTWITTED
CHAPTER XII. REPUTATIONS AT STAKE
CHAPTER XIII. SINISTER FOREBODINGS
CHAPTER XIV. AN EPISODE IN THE HILLS
CHAPTER XV. THE POTENT INFLUENCE
CHAPTER XVI. THE HAND OF QUINTELL
CHAPTER XVII. ONE SILENT NIGHT
CHAPTER XVIII. SKULKING SHADOWS
CHAPTER XIX. AN ENEMY IN THE RANKS
CHAPTER XX. GEERUSALEM STIRS
CHAPTER XXI. THE LAW AND THE LAWLESS
CHAPTER XXII. A SHOWDOWN
CHAPTER XXIII. THE UPRISING
CHAPTER XXIV. WARBURTON GETS SQUARE
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James Fellom
e-artnow, 2022
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Seating herself in a chair beside him, she looked him over curiously, studied him. Who was he? What was he? The wound? Under less shocking circumstances, it was quite probable he would have proved a big treat to her vivid imagination. But now there somehow seemed to be too much tragic reality about him to make her care to commit him and his plight to the wild flings of fancy.
At last he opened his eyes and stared up at her vaguely. They were blue eyes. There was an odd, hunted glint in them, a smolder of recklessness, a shadow of sadness, exhaustion. He raised an uncertain hand to his bandaged head. He glanced around the room, then back at her, his wits clearing suddenly.
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