Alcatraz

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Max Brand. Alcatraz

CHAPTER I. CORDOVA

CHAPTER II. THE COMING OF DAVID

CHAPTER III. CONCERNING FIGHTERS

CHAPTER IV. THE STRENGTH OF THE WEAK

CHAPTER V. RETRIBUTION

CHAPTER VI. FREEDOM

CHAPTER VII. THE PROMISED LAND

CHAPTER VIII. MURDER

CHAPTER IX. THE STAMPEDE

CHAPTER X. THE THIEF

CHAPTER XI. THE FAILURE

CHAPTER XII. FROM THE HIP

CHAPTER XIII. THE BARGAIN

CHAPTER XIV. STRATEGY

CHAPTER XV. THE KING

CHAPTER XVI. RED PERRIS: ADVOCATE

CHAPTER XVII. INVISIBLE DANGER

CHAPTER XVIII. VICTORY

CHAPTER XIX. HERVEY TAKES A TRICK

CHAPTER XX. THE TRAP SHUTS

CHAPTER XXI. THE BATTLE

CHAPTER XXII. MCGUIRE SLEEPS

CHAPTER XXIII. LOBO

CHAPTER XXIV. THE CRISIS

CHAPTER XXV. THE LITTLE SMOKY

CHAPTER XXVI. PARTNERS

CHAPTER XXVII. THE END OF THE RACE

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The west wind came over the Eagles, gathered purity from the evergreen slopes of the mountains, blew across the foothills and league wide fields, and came at length to the stallion with a touch of coolness and enchanting scents of far-off things. Just as his head went up, just as the breeze lifted mane and tail, Marianne Jordan halted her pony and drew in her breath with pleasure. For she had caught from the chestnut in the corral one flash of perfection and those far-seeing eyes called to mind the Arab belief.

Says the Sheik: "I have raised my mare from a foal, and out of love for me she will lay down her life; but when I come out to her in the morning, when I feed her and give her water, she still looks beyond me and across the desert. She is waiting for the coming of a real man, she is waiting for the coming of a true master out of the horizon!"

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Looking down the street away from the storming giant and the laughing cowpuncher, she saw that other folk had come out to watch, Westernlike. An Eastern crowd would swiftly hem the enemies in a close circle and cheer them on to battle; but these Westerners would as soon see far off as close at hand. The most violent expression she saw was the broad grin of the blacksmith. He was a fine specimen of laboring manhood, that blacksmith, with the sun glistening on his sweaty bald head and over his ample, soot-darkened arms. Beside his daily work of molding iron with heat and hammer-blows, a fight between men was play; and now, with his hands on his hips, his manner was that of one relaxed in mood and ready for entertainment.

Presently he cast up his right arm and swayed to the left; then back; then rocked forward on his toes presenting two huge fists red with iron-rust and oil. It seemed that he was engaging in battle with some airy figure before him.

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