The Ranch at the Wolverine by B.M. Bower

“The Ranch at the Wolverine” is a story of the great lone places of the earth by a writer who counts. It is a romance as entrancing as a far-away melody.

Author: B.M. Bower (Bertha Muzzy Sinclair)
Published: 1914
Language: English
Wordcount: 99,549 / 279 pg
Flesch-Kincaid Reading Ease: 74.5
LoC Category: PS

Downloads: 1,864
Added to site: 2009.03.19
mnybks.net#: 23728
Origin: gutenberg.org

Genres: Fiction and Literature, Western

it as full as she could carry and started back to pay the price of her sympathy.

“I don’t see what Minervy had to go and die for!” she complained, dodging a low-hanging branch of bloom-laden lilac. “She could wash the dishes and I’d wipe ’em–and I s’pose there ain’t a clean dish-towel in the house, either! Marthy’s an awful slack housekeeper.”

Billy Louise, being a young person with a conscience–of a sort–washed the dishes, since she had given her word to do it. The dishpan was even more unpleasant than experience had foretold for her; and of Marthy’s somewhat meager supply there seemed not one clean dish in the house. The sympathy of Billy Louise therefore waned rapidly; rather, it turned in upon itself. So that by the time she felt morally free to spend the rest of the afternoon as she pleased, she was not at all sorry for Marthy for having lost Minervy; instead, she was sorry for herself for having been betrayed into rashness and for being deprived of a playmate.

“I don’t s’pose Ma

The Ranch Girls’ Pot of Gold by Margaret Vandercook

A wholesome and interesting narrative for girls, from the pen of a writer thoroughly in touch with the West and with her audience.

Author: Margaret Vandercook
Published: 1912
Language: English
Wordcount: 59,756 / 169 pg
Flesch-Kincaid Reading Ease: 77.4
LoC Category: PZ
Series: Ranch Girls

Downloads: 727
Added to site: 2010.09.07
mnybks.net#: 28927
Origin: gutenberg.org

Genres: Young Readers, Western

had come forth in the account of Olive’s history.

Obediently Jack put forth her strong, shapely hand, but the woman did not touch it, although her shrewd, half-closed eyes never wandered from the girl’s face.

“Be on your guard. You don’t wish other people to do anything for you,” the gypsy spoke low and warningly. “I know you like to help them, but you are too proud to want to be helped. Some day something you little expect is going to happen to you that will make you have to depend on other people for a long, long time.” All at once the woman’s harsh manner changed and she gazed at her listener more kindly. “You are fond of this ranch and would like to spend your whole life on it, wouldn’t you?” she questioned keenly.

Silently Jack bowed her head.

“You won’t,” the fortune teller went on solemnly; “you will travel over a great part of the world and you may settle in a strange land. Anyhow, I can see that you’ll marry and have sons and—-“

Jack blushed resentfully and the g

Ralph Granger’s Fortunes by William Perry Brown

Author: William Perry Brown
Published: 1901
Language: English
Wordcount: 50,046 / 148 pg
Flesch-Kincaid Reading Ease: 89.2
LoC Category: PS

Downloads: 694
Added to site: 2006.06.27
mnybks.net#: 13860
Genre: Western

log, he walked on until he came to a rise of ground just where the road made a sudden turn.

Then he wheeled, dashed the tears away, and took a last look at the place where he was born and had always lived.

Shut in by wild and rugged mountains, far from the world’s great life, humble and homely, it was still the only place on earth where the orphaned lad had felt that he had any natural right to be. And now, even this slender thread had been rudely severed by his nearest living relative.

“Good-by, old home,” said he audibly, as he waved his hand in a farewell gesture. “I hate to leave you when it comes to the pinch, but if I live I’ll make my way somewhere’s else. There’s other places beside these mountains where a boy can get on, I know.”

He resumed his way, forcing back the tears, and soon found his emotions subside.

A conviction that he had acted right throughout the altercation with old Bras, helped him to bear more cheerfully the hard fact that he was not only homeless b

The Rainbow Trail by Zane Grey

The story of a young clergyman who becomes a wanderer in the great western uplands–until at last love and faith awake. Sequel to Riders of the Purple Sage.

Author: Zane Grey
Published: 1915
Language: English
Wordcount: 97,070 / 278 pg
Flesch-Kincaid Reading Ease: 82.3
LoC Category: PS

Downloads: 4,066
mnybks.net#: 3026
Genre: Western

You’ll find some hay for him. I’ll get grub ready.”

Shefford went on with his horse to the pool. The water appeared thick, green, murky, and there was a line of salty crust extending around the margin of the pool. The thirsty horse splashed in and eagerly bent his head. But he did not like the taste. Many times he refused to drink, yet always lowered his nose again. Finally he drank, though not his fill. Shefford saw the Indian girl drink from her hand. He scooped up a handful and found it too sour to swallow. When he turned to retrace his steps she mounted her pony and followed him.

A golden flare lit up the western sky, and silhouetted dark and lonely against it stood the trading-post. Upon his return Shefford found the wind rising, and it chilled him. When he reached the slope thin gray sheets of sand were blowing low, rising, whipping, falling, sweeping along with soft silken rustle. Sometimes the gray veils hid his boots. It was a long, toilsome climb up that yielding, dragging ascent,

Heart of the West by O. Henry

Several of the funniest and best stories by O. Henry appear in this new book, which is made up of about twenty-five of his inimitable tales of Western life and types which have appeared at intervals in the magazines. These stories are the best of their kind since Bret Harte.

Author: O. Henry (William Sidney Porter)
Published: 1907
Language: English
Wordcount: 77,974 / 216 pg
Flesch-Kincaid Reading Ease: 74.7
LoC Category: PS
Series: World’s Best Reading

Downloads: 3,634
mnybks.net#: 3460
Origin: gutenberg.org

Genres: Western, Fiction and Literature

fed him whose ears are not overgrown with wool.

“Missis Yeager,” he babbled, “I see a man the other day on the Rancho Seco down in Hidalgo County by your name–Webb Yeager was his. He’d just been engaged as manager. He was a tall, light-haired man, not saying much. Perhaps he was some kin of yours, do you think?”

“A husband,” said Santa cordially. “The Seco has done well. Mr. Yeager is one of the best stockmen in the West.”

The dropping out of a prince-consort rarely disorganises a monarchy. Queen Santa had appointed as /mayordomo/ of the ranch a trusty subject, named Ramsay, who had been one of her father’s faithful vassals. And there was scarcely a ripple on the Nopalito ranch save when the gulf-breeze created undulations in the grass of its wide acres.

For several years the Nopalito had been making experiments with an English breed of cattle that looked down with aristocratic contempt upon the Texas long-horns. The experiments were found satisfactory; and a pasture had been set

A Phyllis of the Sierras by Bret Harte

Author: Bret Harte
Published: 1888
Language: English
Wordcount: 28,149 / 89 pg
Flesch-Kincaid Reading Ease: 72.4
LoC Category: PS

Downloads: 894
mnybks.net#: 3277
Genre: Western

-natured and alert intelligence, a master’s independence and authority of manner, in spite of his blue jean overalls and flannel shirt.

“Don’t mention it,” said the stranger, smiling with equal but more deliberate good-humor. Then, seeing that his interlocutor still lingered a hospitable moment in spite of his quick eyes and the jarring impatience of the machinery, he added hesitatingly, “I fancy I’ve wandered off the track a bit. Do you know a Mr. Bradley–somewhere here?”

The stranger’s hesitation seemed to be more from some habitual conscientiousness of statement than awkwardness. The man in the window replied, “I’m Bradley.”

“Ah! Thank you: I’ve a letter for you–somewhere. Here it is.” He produced a note from his breast-pocket. Bradley stooped to a sitting posture in the window. “Pitch it up.” It was thrown and caught cleverly. Bradley opened it, read it hastily, smiled and nodded, glanced behind him as if to implore further delay from the impatient machinery, leaned perilously from the

Pioneers of the Old Southwest by Constance Skinner

Author: Constance Skinner
Published: 1919
Language: English
Wordcount: 61,242 / 184 pg
Flesch-Kincaid Reading Ease: 41.1
LoC Category: F

Downloads: 648
mnybks.net#: 6473
Origin: gutenberg.org

Genres: Western, History

th arms for their own form of worship and for their civil rights. They were already frontiersmen, trained in the hardihood and craft of border warfare through years of guerrilla fighting with the Irish Celts. They had pitted and proved their strength against a wilderness; they had reclaimed the North of Ireland from desolation. For the time, many of them were educated men; under the regulations of the Presbyterian Church every child was taught to read at an early age, since no person could be admitted to the privileges of the Church who did not both understand and approve the Presbyterian constitution and discipline. They were brought up on the Bible and on the writings of their famous pastors, one of whom, as early as 1650, had given utterance to the democratic doctrine that “men are called to the magistracy by the suffrage of the people whom they govern, and for men to assume unto themselves power is mere tyranny and unjust usurpation.” In subscribing to this doctrine and in resisting to the hilt all effort

A Protégée of Jack Hamlin’s by Bret Harte

Author: Bret Harte
Published: 1894
Language: English
Wordcount: 54,687 / 165 pg
Flesch-Kincaid Reading Ease: 76.6
LoC Category: PS

Downloads: 972
mnybks.net#: 3278
Genre: Western

she had placed one foot in the meshes of the netting and had gripped the railing for a spring.

The noise of Jack’s fall might have seemed to her bewildered fancy as a part of her frantic act, for she fell forward vacantly on the railing. But by this time Jack had grasped her arm as if to help himself to his feet.

“I might have killed myself by that foolin’, mightn’t I?” he said cheerfully.

The sound of a voice so near her seemed to recall to her dazed sense the uncompleted action his fall had arrested. She made a convulsive bound towards the railing, but Jack held her fast.

“Don’t,” he said in a low voice, “don’t, it won’t pay. It’s the sickest game that ever was played by man or woman. Come here!”

He drew her towards an empty stateroom whose door was swinging on its hinges a few feet from them. She was trembling violently; he half led, half pushed her into the room, closed the door and stood with his back against it as she dropped into a chair. She looked at him vacantly; t