Books with author Dane Coolidge

This eBook edition of "Shadow Mountain" has been formatted to the highest digital standards and adjusted for readability on all devices.Wiley Homan has a business plan for Virginia, a waitress and the daughter of the same man whom his own father had robbed once. Naturally, Homan's return to the Death Valley sounds alarm bells all over the decrepit mining town and Virginia cannot believe that he is up to any good. To add to the mystery, there is also a slight possibility that Virginia's father did not die as she was led to believe. But what does Homan wants from her? Where is her father?Dane Coolidge was a naturalist, author, photographer and a poet. He is now best remembered for his Westerns and his non-fiction books about the West, many of which were illustrated with his own photographs.

Wiley Homan has a business plan for Virginia, a waitress and the daughter of the same man whom his own father had robbed once. Naturally, Homan's return to the Death Valley sounds alarm bells all over the decrepit mining town and Virginia cannot believe that he is up to any good. To add to the mystery, there is also a slight possibility that Virginia's father did not die as she was led to believe. But what does Homan wants from her? Where is her father?Dane Coolidge was a naturalist, author, photographer and a poet. He is now best remembered for his Westerns and his non-fiction books about the West, many of which were illustrated with his own photographs.

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• TRILOGY - Three westerns by author Dane Coolidge are in this Kindle book: The Texican, Shadow Mountain & Rimrock JonesThe Texican (1911)The "Texican" in the title is rustler Pecos Dalhart, who lands in the middle of a feud between rival cattlemen. This is both a tale of cattle ranchers and a political satire. Shadow Mountain (1918)Under the rim of Shadow Mountain, gold prospectors moved into the vacant houses along with the other desert rats. The daughter of the old paymaster was a waitress when Wiley Homan came back into town to find her. Virginia had always been convinced that Wiley’s father had robbed her father. Now here was Willy, sitting in front of her with a massive gold ring, asking whether they could be friends. But that was not all he wanted. Rimrock Jones (1917)Set in Arizona, this is a story of high finance, greed and mining law. About The AuthorAmerican western writer Dane Coolidge (1873–1940) was born in Massachusetts. He was educated at Stanford and Harvard and was considered an expert on Indian and cowboy lore.

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The slow-rolling winter's sun rose coldly, far to the south, riding up from behind the saw-toothed Sierras of Mexico to throw a silvery halo on Gadsden, the border city. A hundred miles of desert lay in its path—a waste of broken ridges, dry arroyos, and sandy plains—and then suddenly, as if by magic, the city rose gleaming in the sun.It was a big city, for the West, and swarming with traffic and men. Its broad main street, lined with brick buildings and throbbing with automobiles, ran from the railroad straight to the south until, at a line, it stopped short and was lost in the desert.That line which marked the sudden end of growth and progress was the border of the United States; the desert was Mexico. And the difference was not in the land, but in the government.As the morning air grew warm and the hoar frost dripped down from the roofs the idlers of the town crept forth, leaving chill lodgings and stale saloons for the street corners and the sun.Against the dead wall of a big store the Mexicans gathered in shivering groups, their blankets wrapped around their necks and their brown ankles bare to the wind. On another corner a bunch of cowboys stood clannishly aloof, eying the passing crowd for others of their kind.In this dun stream which flowed under the morning sun there were mining men, with high-laced boots and bulging pockets; graybeards, with the gossip of the town in their cheeks; hoboes, still wearing their Eastern caps and still rustling for a quarter to eat on; somber-eyed refugees and soldiers of fortune from Mexico—but idlers all, and each seeking his class and kind.If any women passed that way they walked fast, looking neither to the right nor to the left; for they, too, being so few, missed their class and kind.Gadsden had become a city of men, huge-limbed and powerful and with a questing look in their eyes; a city of adventurers gathered from the ends of the world. A common calamity had driven them from their mines and ranches and glutted the town with men; for the war was on in Mexico and from the farthermost corners of Sonora they still came, hot from some new scene of murder and pillage, to add their modicum to the general discontent.As the day wore on the crowd on the bank corner, where the refugees made their stand, changed its complexion, grew big, and stretched far up the street. Men stood in shifting groups, talking, arguing, gazing moodily at those who passed.Here were hawk-eyed Texas cattlemen, thinking of their scattered herds at Mababi or El Tigre; mining men, with idle prospects and deserted mines as far south as the Rio Yaqui; millmen, ranchers, and men of trades—all driven in from below the line and all chafing at the leash. While a hundred petty chiefs stood out against Madero and lived by ransom and loot, they must cool their heels in Gadsden and wait for the end to come.Into this seething mass of the dispossessed, many of whom had lost a fortune by the war, there came two more, with their faces still drawn and red from hard riding through the cold. They stepped forth from the marble entrance of the big hotel and swung off down the street to see the town.They walked slowly, gazing into the strange faces in the vague hope of finding some friend; and Gadsden, not to be outdone, looked them over curiously and wondered whence they had come.The bunch of cowboys, still loitering on the corner, glanced scornfully at the smaller man, who sported a pair of puttees—and then at the big man's feet. Finding them encased in prospector's shoes they stared dumbly at his wind-burned face and muttered among themselves.He was tall, and broad across the shoulders, with far-seeing blue eyes and a mop of light hair; and he walked on his toes, stiff-legged, swaying from the hips like a man on horseback. The rumble of comment rose up again as he racked past and then a cowboy voice observed:"I bet ye he's a cowpunch!"The big man looked back at them mockingly out of the corner of his eye

After many long, brooding days of sunshine, when the cleancut mountains gleamed brilliantly against the sky and the grama grass curled slowly on its stem, the rain wind rose up suddenly out of Papaguería and swooped down upon the desolate town of Bender, whirling a cloud of dust before it; and the inhabitants, man and horse, took to cover. New-born clouds, rushing out of the ruck of flying dirt, cast a cold, damp shadow upon the earth and hurried past; white-crested thunder-caps, piling-up above the Four Peaks, swept resolutely down to meet them; and the storm wind, laden with the smell of greasewood and wetted alkali, lashed the gaunt desert bushes mercilessly as it howled across the plain. Striking the town it jumped wickedly against the old Hotel Bender, where most of the male population had taken shelter, buffeting its false front until the glasses tinkled and the bar mirrors swayed dizzily from their moorings. Then with a sudden thunder on the tin roof the flood came down, and Black Tex set up the drinks...

After many long, brooding days of sunshine, when the cleancut mountains gleamed brilliantly against the sky and the grama grass curled slowly on its stem, the rain wind rose up suddenly out of Papaguería and swooped down upon the desolate town of Bender, whirling a cloud of dust before it; and the inhabitants, man and horse, took to cover. New-born clouds, rushing out of the ruck of flying dirt, cast a cold, damp shadow upon the earth and hurried past; white-crested thunder-caps, piling-up above the Four Peaks, swept resolutely down to meet them; and the storm wind, laden with the smell of greasewood and wetted alkali, lashed the gaunt desert bushes mercilessly as it howled across the plain. Striking the town it jumped wickedly against the old Hotel Bender, where most of the male population had taken shelter, buffeting its false front until the glasses tinkled and the bar mirrors swayed dizzily from their moorings. Then with a sudden thunder on the tin roof the flood came down, and Black Tex set up the drinks...

"The Desert Trail" by Dane Coolidge. Published by Good Press. Good Press publishes a wide range of titles that encompasses every genre. From well-known classics & literary fiction and non-fiction to forgotten−or yet undiscovered gems−of world literature, we issue the books that need to be read. Each Good Press edition has been meticulously edited and formatted to boost readability for all e-readers and devices. Our goal is to produce eBooks that are user-friendly and accessible to everyone in a high-quality digital format.

Excerpt from The Texican The Texican was written by Dane Coolidge in 1911. This is a 377 page book, containing 64357 words and 4 pictures. Search Inside is enabled for this title. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.