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Alcatraz. Max Brand
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isbn 4057664616739
Автор произведения Max Brand
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Max Brand
Alcatraz
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4057664616739
Table of Contents
ALCATRAZ
CHAPTER
I.—CORDOVA
II.—THE COMING OF DAVID
III.—CONCERNING FIGHTERS
IV.—THE STRENGTH OF THE WEAK
V.—RETRIBUTION
VI.—FREEDOM
VII.—THE PROMISED LAND
VIII.—MURDER
IX.—THE STAMPEDE
X.—THE THIEF
XI.—THE FAILURE
XII.—FROM THE HIP
XIII.—THE BARGAIN
XIV.—STRATEGY
XV.—THE KING
XVI.—RED PERRIS: ADVOCATE
XVII.—INVISIBLE DANGER
XVIII.—VICTORY
XIX.—HERVEY TAKES A TRICK
XX.—THE TRAP SHUTS
XXI.—THE BATTLE
XXII.—MCGUIRE SLEEPS
XXIII.—LOBO
XXIV.—THE CRISIS
XXV.—THE LITTLE SMOKY
XXVI.—PARTNERS
XXVII.—THE END OF THE RACE
ALCATRAZ
The characters, places, incidents and situations in this book are imaginary and have no relation to any person, place or actual happening.
CHAPTER I
CORDOVA
The west wind came over the Eagles, gathered purity from the evergreen slopes of the mountains, blew across the foothills and league wide fields, and came at length to the stallion with a touch of coolness and enchanting scents of far-off things. Just as his head went up, just as the breeze lifted mane and tail, Marianne Jordan halted her pony and drew in her breath with pleasure. For she had caught from the chestnut in the corral one flash of perfection and those far-seeing eyes called to mind the Arab belief.
Says the Sheik: "I have raised my mare from a foal, and out of love for me she will lay down her life; but when I come out to her in the morning, when I feed her and give her water, she still looks beyond me and across the desert. She is waiting for the coming of a real man, she is waiting for the coming of a true master out of the horizon!"
Marianne had known thoroughbreds since she was a child and after coming West she had become acquainted with mere "hoss-flesh," but today for the first time she felt that the horse is not meant by nature to be the servant of man but that its speed is meant to ensure it sacred freedom. A moment later she was wondering how the thought had come to her. That glimpse of equine perfection had been an illusion built of spirit and attitude; when the head of the stallion fell she saw the daylight truth: that this was either the wreck of a young horse or the sad ruin of a fine animal now grown old. He was a ragged creature with dull eyes and pendulous lip. No comb had been among the tangles of mane and tail for an unknown period; no brush had smoothed his coat. It was once a rich red-chestnut, no doubt, but now it was sun-faded to the color of sand. He was thin. The unfleshed backbone and withers