by William MacLeod Raine

1918. Raine begins this western tale with: A girl sat on the mossy riverbank in the dappled, golden sunlight. Frowning eyes fixed on a sweeping eddy, she watched without seeing the racing current. Her slim, supple body, crouched and tense, was motionless, but her soul seethed tumultuously. In the bosom of her coarse linsey gown lay hidden a note. Through it destiny called her to the tragic hour of decision. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.