“The shining mountains,” said Gregory Compton softly, throwing back his head, his eyes travelling along the hard bright outlines above the high valley in which his ranch lay. “The shining mountains. That is what the Indians called them before the white man came.” His wife yawned frankly. “Pity they don’t shine inside as well as out--what we’ve got of ’em.”…
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