[COMPLETE] The Border Legion by Zane Grey- kd
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Chapter 11 (edited) PL OK Marked so in MW
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Richard, There seems to be a problem with Gutenberg, I can't get the book to load. I will keep checking and PL as soon as it becomes available.
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Chapter 12 PL OK Marked so in MW
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I have not marked Chapter 13 as PL OK because it is showing up in the MW between Chapters 11 and 12.
I will mark it OK when things are back in order.
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I will mark it OK when things are back in order.
Max
Got it straightened out. Sorry about that. That what happens when an old man is away from his routine for an period of time. Forgets everything!
Barry is not allowed to comment on this post.
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"Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter." (Martin Luther King Jr.)
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Chapter 13 PL OK Marked so in MW
Your comment to Barry made me laugh
Your comment to Barry made me laugh
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Chapter 14 PL OK Marked so in MW
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Chapter 15 PL OK Marked so in MW
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Chapter 16 PL Notes
@ 1:56 I hear 'sick' where text reads 'slick' in phrase
Oh, I was slick!.
@ 26:11 omitted (perhaps an entire page?)
“You’ll excuse haste,” rejoined the bandit. “I’ll pay you well.” Kells threw a small buckskin sack of gold-dust upon the table, and then he turned to Joan. “Come, Joan,” he said, in the tone that brooked neither resistance nor delay.
It was at that moment that the preacher first noticed Joan. Was her costume accountable for his start? Joan had remembered his voice and she wondered if he would remember hers. Certainly Jim had called her Joan more than once on the night of the marriage. The preacher’s eyes grew keener. He glanced from Joan to Kells, and then at the other men, who had come in. Jim Cleve stood behind Jesse Smith’s broad person, and evidently the preacher did not see him. That curious gaze, however, next discovered the dead man on the floor. Then to the curiosity and anxiety upon the preacher’s face was added horror.
“A minister of God is needed here, but not in the capacity you name,” he said. “I’ll perform no marriage ceremony in the presence of—murder.”
“Mr. Preacher, you’ll marry me quick or you’ll go along with him,” replied Kells, deliberately.
“I cannot be forced.” The preacher still maintained some dignity, but he had grown pale.
“I can force you. Get ready now!... Joan, come here!”
Kells spoke sternly, yet something of the old, self-mocking spirit was in his tone. His intelligence was deriding the flesh and blood of him, the beast, the fool. It spoke that he would have his way and that the choice was fatal for him.
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@ 1:56 I hear 'sick' where text reads 'slick' in phrase
Oh, I was slick!.
@ 26:11 omitted (perhaps an entire page?)
“You’ll excuse haste,” rejoined the bandit. “I’ll pay you well.” Kells threw a small buckskin sack of gold-dust upon the table, and then he turned to Joan. “Come, Joan,” he said, in the tone that brooked neither resistance nor delay.
It was at that moment that the preacher first noticed Joan. Was her costume accountable for his start? Joan had remembered his voice and she wondered if he would remember hers. Certainly Jim had called her Joan more than once on the night of the marriage. The preacher’s eyes grew keener. He glanced from Joan to Kells, and then at the other men, who had come in. Jim Cleve stood behind Jesse Smith’s broad person, and evidently the preacher did not see him. That curious gaze, however, next discovered the dead man on the floor. Then to the curiosity and anxiety upon the preacher’s face was added horror.
“A minister of God is needed here, but not in the capacity you name,” he said. “I’ll perform no marriage ceremony in the presence of—murder.”
“Mr. Preacher, you’ll marry me quick or you’ll go along with him,” replied Kells, deliberately.
“I cannot be forced.” The preacher still maintained some dignity, but he had grown pale.
“I can force you. Get ready now!... Joan, come here!”
Kells spoke sternly, yet something of the old, self-mocking spirit was in his tone. His intelligence was deriding the flesh and blood of him, the beast, the fool. It spoke that he would have his way and that the choice was fatal for him.
Max