Books with title The Lonesome Trail

"The Lonesome Trail" by John G. Neihardt. 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.

"The Lonesome Trail" is a collection of short stories about the American West by John G. Neihardt, an American writer and a poet who worked for a time among the Omaha Indians on their reservation. He spent much of his career detailing the experiences and recollections of the Plains Indians.These stories he wrote for various magazines, considered to be Neihardt's finest contribution to the Western genre, are presented here in book form.

The stories in this volume have appeared in the following magazines: Munsey’s, The American Magazine, The Smart Set, The Scrap Book, The All-Story, Watson’s, Overland Monthly. The author gratefully acknowledges permission to republish.List of story in this ebook.The AlienThe Look in the FaceFeather for FeatherThe ScarsThe Fading of Shadow FlowerThe Art of HateThe Singer of the AcheThe White WakundaThe Triumph of SehaThe End of the DreamThe Revolt of a SheepThe Mark of ShameThe Beating of the War DrumsDreams are Wiser than MenThe Smile of GodThe Heart of a WomanMignonA Political Coup at Little OmahaThe Last Thunder SongThe Nemesis of the Deuces

Ranger Vince Ward is faced with the most critical challenge of his life, protecting himself and the woman he loves, Julie Bryce. Gunmen are launching attacks almost daily and he has no idea who the mastermind is. Or, are the attempts from more than one person?Julie is at his side, her .32 pistol on her belt, determined to protect Vince and herself, but will it be enough before the killers get lucky?

Excerpt from The Trail of the Lonesome PineIn her wonder over him, she almost forgot her self, forgot to wonder where he was going and why he was coming into those lonely hills until, as his horse turned a bend of the trail, she saw hanging from the other side of the saddle something that looked like a gun. He was a raider - that man so, cautiously and swiftly then, she pushed herself back from the edge of the cliff, sprang to her feet, dashed past the big tree and, winged with fear, sped down the mountain - leaving in a spot of sun light at the base Of the pine the print of one bare foot in the black earth.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.

Rivka can't wait to get away from her family for the summer. Since that terrible day last year, she wants no part in their Jewish community. At least at Quartz Creek Ranch, she feels worlds away from home among the Colorado scenery, goofy ranch owners, and baby animals. Other parts of Quartz Creek, however, are too familiar, including the unsettling wave of anti-immigrant threats to ranch workers. On a trip to the country, Rivka is also surprised to learn the history of Jewish pioneers in the area. When she and her defiant cabinmate, Cat, face disaster in the wild, Rivka will need to find strength deep within her to help them both get home safely.

This work has been selected by scholars as being culturally important, and is part of the knowledge base of civilization as we know it. This work was reproduced from the original artifact, and remains as true to the original work as possible. Therefore, you will see the original copyright references, library stamps (as most of these works have been housed in our most important libraries around the world), and other notations in the work.This work is in the public domain in the United States of America, and possibly other nations. Within the United States, you may freely copy and distribute this work, as no entity (individual or corporate) has a copyright on the body of the work.As a reproduction of a historical artifact, this work may contain missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. Scholars believe, and we concur, that this work is important enough to be preserved, reproduced, and made generally available to the public. We appreciate your support of the preservation process, and thank you for being an important part of keeping this knowledge alive and relevant.

This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the original. Due to its age, it may contain imperfections such as marks, notations, marginalia and flawed pages. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions that are true to the original work.

The Old Cry O Mourner in the silence of the hills, 0 Thing of ancient griefs, art thou a wolf? I heard a cry that shook me - was it thine? Low in the mystic purple of the west The weird moon hangs, a tarnished silver slug: Vast, vast the hollow empty night curves down, Stabbed with the glass-like glinting of the stars, And, save when that wild cry grows up anon, No sound but this dull murmur of the hush - The winter hush. Hark! once again thy cry! Thy strange, sharp, ice-like, tenuous complaint, As though the spirit of this frozen waste Pinched with the cruel frost yearned summerward! I know thou art a wolf that criest so: Though hidden in the shadow, I can see Thy four feet huddled in the numbing frost, Thy snout, breath-whitened, pointing to the sky: Poor pariah of the plains, I know 'tis thou. And yet - and yet - I heard a kinsman shout! Down through the intricate centuries it came, A far-blown cry! From old-world graves it grew, Up through the tumbled walls of ancient realms, Up through the lizard-haunted heaps of stone, Up through the choking ashes of old fanes, The pitiful debris where Grandeur dwelt, Out of the old-world wilderness it grew - The cry I know! And I have heard my Kin!

Bertha Muzzy Sinclair or Sinclair-Cowan, née Muzzy (November 15, 1871 – July 23, 1940), best known by her pseudonym B. M. Bower, was an American author who wrote novels, fictional short stories, and screenplays about the American Old West.Her works, featuring cowboys and cows of the Flying U Ranch in Montana, reflected "an interest in ranch life, the use of working cowboys as main characters (even in romantic plots), the occasional appearance of eastern types for the sake of contrast, a sense of western geography as simultaneously harsh and grand, and a good deal of factual attention to such matters as cattle branding and bronc busting."