Glenn Killbourne and Carley Burch, his fiancé, find the lure of the mountains and the canyons of Arizona a strange test of their love.

Shellshocked war veteran Glenn Kilbournen, in search of himself in the Arizona wilds, realizes that he can never return to his former superficial life, and puts up a fight against injustice. A masterful tale of adventure in the Old Wild West!

Finally available, a high quality book of the original classic edition of The Call of the Canyon. This is a new and freshly published edition of this culturally important work by Zane Grey, which is now, at last, again available to you. Enjoy this classic work today. These selected paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside The Call of the Canyon: And when the last quarter hour of that eventful and tragic year began slowly to pass with the low swell of whistles and bells, Carleys friends had discreetly left her alone with her lover, at the open window, to watch and hear the old year out, the new year in. ...But to come home an incomprehensibly changed man-and to see my old life as strange as if it were the new life of another planet-to try to slip into the old groove-well, no words of mine can tell you how utterly impossible it was. ...What from far above had appeared only a green timber-choked cleft proved from close relation to be a wide winding valley, tip and down, densely forested for the most part, yet having open glades and bisected from wall to wall by the creek. ...From this point the driver turned back along the creek, passed between orchards and fields, and drove along the base of the red wall to come suddenly upon a large rustic house that had been hidden from Carleys sight. ...Glenn led her away up a trail that climbed between bowlders, and meandered on over piny mats of needles under great, silent, spreading pines; and closer to the impondering mountain wall, where at the base of the red rock the creek murmured strangely with hollow gurgle, where the sun had no chance to affect the cold damp gloom; and on through sweet-smelling woods, out into the sunlight again, and across a wider breadth of stream; and up a slow slope covered with stately pines, to a little cabin that faced the west.