1914. The book begins: It was morning, high and clear as Arizona counts weather, and around the little railroad station were gathered a crowd of curious onlookers; seven Indians, three women from near-by shacks-drawn thither by the sight of the great private car that the night express had left on a side track-the usual number of loungers, a swarm of children, besides the station agent who had come out to watch proceedings. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.
