'Drag' Harlan

She laid her head on his shoulder, sobbing, and talking incoherently. Page 65 “DRAG” HARLAN BY CHARLES ALDEN SELTZER AUTHOR OF THE BOSS OF THE LAZY Y, “FIREBRAND” TREVISON, THE TRAIL HORDE, THE RANCHMAN, Etc . FRONTISPIECE BY P. V. E. IVORY GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS NEW YORK Made in the United States of America Copyright A. C. McClurg & Co. 1921 Published May, 1921 Copyrighted in Great Britain CONTENTS PAGE I A Desert Rider 1 II A Man’s Reputation 9 III A Girl Waits 31 IV His Shadow Before 38 V A Prison 48 VI Chain-Lightning 58 VII Single-Handed 66 VIII Barbara Is Puzzled 78 IX An Unwelcome Guest 88 X On Guard 96 XI The Intruder 107 XII Barbara Sees a Light 114 XIII Harlan Takes Charge 119 XIV Shadows 129 XV Linked 142 XVI Deep Water 153 XVII Forging a Letter 159 XVIII Harlan Rides Alone 169 XIX Harlan Joins the Gang 174 XX Left-Handed 191 XXI The Black-Bearded Man 206 XXII A Dead Man Walks 219 XXIII Deveny Secedes 225 XXIV Kidnapped 229 XXV Ambushed 238 XXVI Rogers Takes a Hand 242 XXVII A Dual Tragedy 248 XXVIII Converging Trails 252 XXIX World’s End 258 XXX The Ultimate Treachery 263 XXXI Peace—and a Sunset 274 “DRAG” HARLAN A DESERT RIDER From out of the shimmering haze that veiled the mystic eastern space came a big black horse bearing a rider. Swinging wide, to avoid the feathery dust that lay at the base of a huge sand dune, the black horse loped, making no sound, and seeming to glide forward without effort. Like a somber, gigantic ghost the animal moved, heroic of mold, embodying the spirit of the country, seeming to bear the sinister message of the desert, the whispered promise of death, the lingering threat, the grim mockery of life, and the conviction of futility. The black horse had come far. The glossy coat of him was thickly sprinkled with alkali dust, sifted upon him by the wind of his passage through the desert; his black muzzle was gray with it; ropes of it matted his mane, his forelock had become a gray-tinged wisp which he fretfully tossed; the dust had rimmed his eyes, causing them to loom large and wild; and as his rider pulled him to a halt on the western side of the sand dune—where both horse and rider would not be visible…