The Call of the Canyon
by Zane Grey
Contents
| [CHAPTER I] |
| [CHAPTER II] |
| [CHAPTER III] |
| [CHAPTER IV] |
| [CHAPTER V] |
| [CHAPTER VI] |
| [CHAPTER VII] |
| [CHAPTER VIII] |
| [CHAPTER IX] |
| [CHAPTER X] |
| [CHAPTER XI] |
| [CHAPTER XII] |
CHAPTER I
What subtle strange message had come to her out of the West? Carley Burch laid the letter in her lap and gazed dreamily through the window.
It was a day typical of early April in New York, rather cold and gray, with steely sunlight. Spring breathed in the air, but the women passing along Fifty-seventh Street wore furs and wraps. She heard the distant clatter of an L train and then the hum of a motor car. A hurdy-gurdy jarred into the interval of quiet.
“Glenn has been gone over a year,” she mused, “three months over a year—and of all his strange letters this seems the strangest yet.”