1961 edition; Walter J. Black publishers, New York; hardbound in red and tan boards with gilt stamp lettering on spine; very good condition with unmarked pages; no dust jacket.
They are just about as bad and evil as outlaw gangs come. But in the end, they finally go straight. For a good reason: there's only one Hash Knife man left alive. A true legend of Western storytelling, Zane Grey's novels have thrilled generations of readers, and sold over 30 million copies since 1954.
Chapter One -
It was a rainy November night down on the Cottonwood. The wind complained in the pines outside the cabin and whispered under the eaves. A fine cold mist blew in the open chinks between the logs. But the ruddy cedar fire in the huge stone fireplace gave the interior of the cabin a comfortable aspect and shone brightly upon the inmates scattered around. A coffee-pot steamed on some coals; browned biscuits showed in an open iron oven; and thick slices of beef mingled a savoury odour with the smoke. The men, however, were busy on pipes and cigarettes, evidently having finished supper.
"Reckon this storm looks like an early winter," remarked Jed Stone, leader of the outfit. He stood to one side of the fire, a fine, lithe figure of a man, still a cowboy, despite his forty years and more of hard Arizona life. His profile, sharp in the fire glow, was strong and clean, in no way hinting of the evil repute that had long recorded him an outlaw. When he turned to pick up a burning ember for his pipe the bright blaze shone on light, rather scant hair, on light eyes, and a striking face devoid of beard.
"Wal, early or late, I never seen no bad weather down hyar," replied a man back in the shadow...