The Rider of the Mohave
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To those who, having paid the penalty for their misdeeds, seek to regain their places in the ranks of the law-abiding, this book is sympathetically dedicated
THE RIDER OF THE MOHAVE
PROLOGUE—HE RIDES BY NIGHT
It was three in the morning, but Geerusalem had not yet closed its eyes. There was too much undug gold in the hills; it was too handy—too easy come, easy go; the days, too short; the pleasures, too wanton, too alluring. The camp of Geerusalem promenaded, gambled, danced, fought, debauched the night away, waiting for to-morrow. Far out on desolate Soapweed Plains, rose the intermittent, yelping wail-bark of a coyote.