J. Allan Dunn

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J. Allan Dunn,  Doom Canyon — Chapter III. (1925)

“ The gap through which he had descended to the ravine was higher up than he and Bramley had come after the cattle and, even from a short distance, no one would have suspected any such exit. Even when one faced it, it did not look practical. At the end of the gorge the cascade streamed down the closing cliff like an old man's wispy beard and a cool breeze came down the ravine. The roan cropped eagerly at the scanty grass. There was driftwood that must have been brought down from the heights and there were storm-water marks at various elevations. ”
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J. Allan Dunn,  Doom Canyon — Chapter III. (1925)

“ He could have done with a good jolt of whisky, he told himself, as he pulled out an ancient pipe—better to smoke after dark without a fire than cigarettes—filled it and puffed away, the roan daintily finishing its grass and resignedly making the most of it.
Strong was stiff and sore and his arm throbbed painfully but he did not feel like sleep though he needed it. There was nothing but rock in the defile and the finding of a comfortable bed was impossible.
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J. Allan Dunn,  Doom Canyon — Chapter III. (1925)

“ The raiders had a long start, but he did not expect to overtake them, to even let them know he was on their trail.
One-handed as he was they might well overcome him. It was practically a certainty that they would. He wanted to make sure. If he could follow their sign to Doom Cañon then all his belief would crystallize into proof that could not be ignored. He had still to show that Lobo was the director of the raid but he let that rest. The man who had killed Bramley as he lay held under his horse—he would kill him as surely as the sun was in the heavens.
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