The spell of the desert comes back to me, as it always will come. I see the veils, like purple smoke, in the cañon, and I feel the silence. And it seems that again I must try to pierce both and to get at the strange wild life of the last American wilderness--wild still, almost, as it ever was. While this romance is an independent story, yet readers of “Riders of the Purple Sage” will find in it an answer to a question often asked.…
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