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“Strangely it came to Gale then that he was glad. Yaqui had returned to his own — the great spaces, the desolation, the solitude — to the trails he had trodden when a child, trails haunted now by ghosts of his people, and ever by his gods. Gale realized that in the Yaqui he had known the spirit of the desert, that this spirit had claimed all which was wild and primitive in him.”

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Desert Gold

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Zane Grey
Zane Grey

Zane Grey was an American author renowned for his adventure novels, particularly those set in the American West. His works, often featuring rugged individualists, were highly popular during the early 20th century. more

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