'Firebrand' Trevison

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Seltzer Charles Alden. 'Firebrand' Trevison

CHAPTER I. THE RIDER OF THE BLACK HORSE

CHAPTER II. IN WHICH HATRED IS BORN

CHAPTER III. BEATING A GOOD MAN

CHAPTER IV. THE LONG ARM OF POWER

CHAPTER V. A TELEGRAM AND A GIRL

CHAPTER VI. A JUDICIAL PUPPET

CHAPTER VII. TWO LETTERS GO EAST

CHAPTER VIII. THE CHAOS OF CREATION

CHAPTER IX. STRAIGHT TALK

CHAPTER X. THE SPIRIT OF MANTI

CHAPTER XI. FOR THE “KIDDIES”

CHAPTER XII. EXPOSED TO THE SUNLIGHT

CHAPTER XIII. ANOTHER LETTER

CHAPTER XIV. A RUMBLE OF WAR

CHAPTER XV. A MUTUAL BENEFIT ASSOCIATION

CHAPTER XVI. WHEREIN A WOMAN LIES

CHAPTER XVII. JUSTICE VS. LAW

CHAPTER XVIII. LAW INVOKED AND DEFIED

CHAPTER XIX. A WOMAN RIDES IN VAIN

CHAPTER XX. AND RIDES AGAIN – IN VAIN

CHAPTER XXI. ANOTHER WOMAN RIDES

CHAPTER XXII. A MAN ERRS – AND PAYS

CHAPTER XXIII. FIRST PRINCIPLES

CHAPTER XXIV. ANOTHER WOMAN LIES

CHAPTER XXV. IN THE DARK

CHAPTER XXVI. THE ASHES

CHAPTER XXVII. THE FIGHT

CHAPTER XXVIII. THE DREGS

CHAPTER XXIX. THE CALM

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For some persons romance dwells in the new and the unusual, and for other persons it dwells not at all. Certain of Rosalind Benham’s friends would have been able to see nothing but the crudities and squalor of Manti, viewing it as Miss Benham did, from one of the windows of her father’s private car, which early that morning had been shunted upon a switch at the outskirts of town. Those friends would have seen nothing but a new town of weird and picturesque buildings, with more saloons than seemed to be needed in view of the noticeable lack of citizens. They would have shuddered at the dust-windrowed street, the litter of refuse, the dismal lonesomeness, the forlornness, the utter isolation, the desolation. Those friends would have failed to note the vast, silent reaches of green-brown plain that stretched and yawned into aching distances; the wonderfully blue and cloudless sky that covered it; they would have overlooked the timber groves that spread here and there over the face of the land, with their lure of mystery. No thoughts of the bigness of this country would have crept in upon them – except as they might have been reminded of the dreary distance from the glitter and the tinsel of the East. The mountains, distant and shining, would have meant nothing to them; the strong, pungent aroma of the sage might have nauseated them.

But Miss Benham had caught her first glimpse of Manti and the surrounding country from a window of her berth in the car that morning just at dawn, and she loved it. She had lain for some time cuddled up in her bed, watching the sun rise over the distant mountains, and the breath of the sage, sweeping into the half-opened window, had carried with it something stronger – the lure of a virgin country.

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His smile was pleasant. “They will be treated with the utmost consideration, Miss Benham.”

He ushered her into the bank. Like the other buildings, the bank was of frame construction. Its only resemblance to a bank was in the huge safe that stood in the rear of the room, and a heavy wire netting behind which ran a counter. Some chairs and a desk were behind the counter, and at the desk sat a man of probably forty, who got up at the entrance of his visitors and approached them, grinning and holding out a hand to Corrigan.

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