Unlike some other reproductions of classic texts (1) We have not used OCR(Optical Character Recognition), as this leads to bad quality books with introduced typos. (2) In books where there are images such as portraits, maps, sketches etc We have endeavoured to keep the quality of these images, so they represent accurately the original artefact. Although occasionally there may be certain imperfections with these old texts, we feel they deserve to be made available for future generations to enjoy.

Rim of the Desert by Ernest Haycox is a thrilling account of lone gunman Jim Keene trying to save his town from the clutches of an evil man while protecting his girl. Excerpt: "HE entered town late in the day, stabled his horse at Connoyer's and crossed to the hotel: and when he came to register he held the pen motionless awhile, as though the recollection of his full name were an unfamiliar act. On his features, brown-burned by all the years of outdoor life, lay that grave and attentive sereneness of a man long accustomed to his own company, to his resources and solitary whimsies."

A quest to understand the secret history of ecocide in Utah.

"A twenty-two-year-old housepainter living at his parents' house in Southern California, is striking out on the only type of adventure he can afford; he's getting into his station wagon and going camping in the desert."--Back cover.

Zane Grey, renowned as an author for his portrayals of the rugged Wild West, completed his first Western, The Heritage of the Desert, in just four months in 1910. This compelling work which deals powerfully with Mormon culture in Utah in 1890 rapidly became a bestseller.

A combination of photographs and text create a unique look at the Grand Canyon's natural vegetation, trails, and wildlife.

Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - BUT the man's almost dead. The words stung John Hare's fainting spirit into life. He opened his eyes. The desert still stretched before him, the appalling thing that had overpowered him with its deceiving purple distance. Near by stood a sombre group of men. Leave him here, said one, addressing a gray-bearded giant. "He's the fellow sent into southern Utah to spy out the cattle thieves. He's all but dead. Dene's out-laws are after him. Don't cross Dene." The stately answer might have come from a Scottish Covenanter or a follower of Cromwell. Martin Cole, I will not go a hair's-breadth out of my way for Dene or any other man. You forget your religion. I see my duty to God.