Wyoming; A Story of the Outdoor West
William MacLeod Raine
Paperback
(RareBooksClub.com, May 22, 2012)
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1908 Excerpt: ...engaging sinner that drums in a woman's head and calls to her heart. All good women are missionaries in the last analysis, and Miss Messiter was not an exception to her sex. Even though she knew he was half a fraud and that his emotion was theatric, she could not let the moment pass. She leaned forward, a sweet, shy dignity in her manner. "Is it too late to change? Why not begin now? There is still a to-morrow, and it need not be the slave of yesterday. Life for all of us is full of milestones." "And how shall I begin my new career of saintliness?" he asked, with a swift return to blithe irony. "The nearest duty. Take me back to my ranch. Begin a life of rigid honesty." "Give you up now that I have found you? That is just the last thing I would do," he cried,, with glancing eyes. "No--no. The clock can't be turned back. I have sowed and I must reap." He leaped to his feet. "Come! We must be going." She rose sadly, for she knew the mood of sentimental regret for his wasted life had passed, and she had failed. They descended the trough and reached the boulder field that had marked the terminal of the glacier. At the farther edge of it the outlaw turned to point out to the girl a great bank of snow on a mountainside fifteen miles away. He changed his weight as he turned, when a rock slipped under his foot and he came down hard. He was up again in an instant, but Helen Messiter caught the sharp intake of his breath, when he set foot to the ground. "You've sprained your ankle!" she cried. "Afraid so. It's my own rotten carelessness." He broke into a storm of curses and limped forward a dozen steps, but he had to set his teeth to stand the pain. "Lean on me," she said, gentl...