Books with author John Steuart Curry

The classic story of an aimless teenager, a demanding father, and aspirited horse -- now a major motion picture from Twentieth Century Fox A daydreamer and a time waster, young Ken McLaughlin spends his days on his family's Wyoming ranch with his head in the clouds, surrounded by endless blue skies, wide-open spaces, and beautiful horses. To his brusque, practical father, the boy is an enigma and a disappointment. Then one day, Ken's life is filled with new purpose when he finds Flicka, a magnificent filly as wild as she is fast. Though the strong bond between boy and horse only fuels his father's disdain, Ken's growing love for his friend Flicka is changing him -- leading a once-aimless young man down the path to responsible adulthood, forging a new respect and understanding between father and son, and inspiring a fierce loyalty that nearly costs Ken his life.

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Excerpt from In the Day of Battle: A RomanceAt length I tore the envelope and read the letter. The effect was as if a fevered man were to plunge into an icy flood and have all his flaming currents chilled in an instant. I seemed to have passed in a moment from one extreme Of horror to the other. I had leaped, in the words Of our poet, from hell-heat to arctic cold from the region of anger into that Of despair; and for a while I was paralysed.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis 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.

Excerpt from The Red ReaperET them say what they will, the die was cast when my lord kissed the king's hand at Berwick. Certain people of the Iago stamp, oily, subtle, intent to entangle, would have gasped, halt in chagrin, half in glee, had they beheld that kiss, and yet more the look of tender appeal and quick response which went before.My lord's eyes shone with a sudden flux of loyalty; the king's smiled graciously, wooingly, and a trifle sadly, as was their wont. To one ever apt in understanding they said unmistakably, I wronged thee; but that was because I was deceived and misled. Forgive and come back. I have need of thee. All the inefiable grace and fascination of Charles Stuart were in that penitent, beseeching look. My lord's heart leaped forth on re instant. The past was blotted out. Coldness, lect, dis dain, fatuity, were forgotten. The lung was in trouble the king, with eyes of trust and affection, was imploring aid. It was enough.The king, in truth, was in dire straits; for the game he had played, for some two years now, was grown hot and hard and desperately grim. But a short month had passed since the Scots army.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis 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.

Excerpt from The Red ReaperET them say what they will, the die was cast when my lord kissed the king's hand at Berwick. Certain people of the Iago stamp, oily, subtle, intent to entangle, would have gasped, halt in chagrin, half in glee, had they beheld that kiss, and yet more the look of tender appeal and quick response which went before.My lord's eyes shone with a sudden flux of loyalty; the king's smiled graciously, wooingly, and a trifle sadly, as was their wont. To one ever apt in understanding they said unmistakably, I wronged thee; but that was because I was deceived and misled. Forgive and come back. I have need of thee. All the inefiable grace and fascination of Charles Stuart were in that penitent, beseeching look. My lord's heart leaped forth on re instant. The past was blotted out. Coldness, lect, dis dain, fatuity, were forgotten. The lung was in trouble the king, with eyes of trust and affection, was imploring aid. It was enough.The king, in truth, was in dire straits; for the game he had played, for some two years now, was grown hot and hard and desperately grim. But a short month had passed since the Scots army.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis 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.

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Excerpt from In the Day of Battle: A RomanceAt length I tore the envelope and read the letter. The effect was as if a fevered man were to plunge into an icy flood and have all his flaming currents chilled in an instant. I seemed to have passed in a moment from one extreme Of horror to the other. I had leaped, in the words Of our poet, from hell-heat to arctic cold from the region of anger into that Of despair; and for a while I was paralysed.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis 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.

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