The Young Lion Hunter
by Zane Grey
(1911)
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I
- Ken Ward's Arrival in Utah
CHAPTER II
- Wings
CHAPTER III
- Off for Coconina
CHAPTER IV
- Through Buckskin Forest
CHAPTER V
- The Plateau
CHAPTER VI
- Trails
CHAPTER VII
- Two Lions
CHAPTER VIII
- In Camp
CHAPTER IX
- A Visit from Rangers
CHAPTER X
- Hal
CHAPTER XI
- Hiram Calls on Ken
CHAPTER XII
- Navvy's Waterloo
CHAPTER XIII
- The Ca–on and Its Discoverers
CHAPTER XIV
- Hiram Bent's Story
CHAPTER XV
- Wild Mustangs
CHAPTER XVI
- Split Trails
CHAPTER XVII
- Strenuous Work
CHAPTER XVIII
- Hal's Lesson
CHAPTER XIX
- Ken and Prince
CHAPTER XX
- Around the Camp-fire
CHAPTER I
- KEN WARD'S ARRIVAL IN UTAH
"Dick, I shore will be glad to see Ken," said Jim Williams, in his lazy
drawl. "I reckon you'll be, too?"
Jim's cool and careless way of saying things sometimes irritated me.
Glad to see Ken Ward! I was crazy to see the lad.
"Jim, what you know about being glad to see any one isn't a whole lot,"
I replied. "You've been a Texan ranger all your life. I've only been out
here in this wild, forsaken country for three years. Ken Ward is from
my home in Pennsylvania. He probably saw my mother the day he left
to come West...Glad to see him? Say!"
"Wal, you needn't git peevish. Now, if we calkilated right from Ken's
letter he'll be on to-day's stage--an' there she comes bowlin' round the
corner of the Pink Cliffs."
I glanced up eagerly, my eye sweeping out on the desert, climbing the
red ridge to see a cloud of dust rolling along the base of the great walls.
"By Jingo! You're right, Jim. Here she comes. Say, I hope Ken is
aboard."
Jim and I were sitting on a box in front of a store in the little town of
Kanab, Utah. The day before we had ridden in off Buckskin Mountain,
having had Ken Ward's letter brought out to us by one of the forest
rangers. We had a room in a cottage where we kept what traps and
belongings we did not need out on the preserve; and here I had stored
Ken's saddle, rifle, lasso, blanket--all the things he had used during his
memorable sojourn with us on Penetier the year before. Also we had
that morning sent out to one of the ranches for Ken's mustang, which
was now in a near-by corral. We intended to surprise Ken, for it was
not likely we would forget how much he cared for that mustang. So we
waited, watching the cloud of dust roll down the ridge till we could see
under it the old gray stage swaying from side to side.
"Shore, he mightn't be aboard," said Jim.
I reproached myself then for having scorned Jim's matter-of-fact way.
After all there was no telling from Jim's looks or words just how he felt.
No doubt he looked forward to Ken's visit as pleasurably as I. We were
two lonely forest rangers, seldom coming to the village, and always
detailed to duty in the far solitudes of Coconina Preserve, so that the
advent of a lively and companionable youngster would be in the nature
of a treat.
The stage bumped down over the last rocky steps of the ridge, and
headed into the main street of Kanab. The four dusty horses trotted
along with a briskness that showed they knew they had reached the end
of their journey.
"There's a red-headed kid sittin' with the driver," remarked Jim. "Leslie,
thet can't be Ken."
"No, Ken's hair is light...There he is, Jim...There's Ken. He's looking
out of the window!"
The horses clattered up and stopped short with a rattle and clink of
trappings, and a lumbering groan from the old stage. Somebody let out
a ringing yell. I saw the driver throw off a mail-pouch. Then a powerful
young fellow leaped over the wheel and bounded at me. "Dick Leslie!"
he yelled. I thought I knew that yellow hair, flying up, and the keen
eyes like flashes of blue fire. But before I could be sure of anything he
was upon me, had me in a bear hug that stopped my breath. Then I
knew it was Ken Ward.
"Oh, Dick, maybe I'm not glad to see you!" Whereupon he released me,
which made it possible for me to greet him. He interrupted me with
eager pleasure, handing me a small bundle and some letters. "From
home, Dick--your mother and sister. Both well when I left and tickled
to death that I was going to visit you...Why--hello, Jim Williams!"
"Ken,
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