The Lonesome Trail

Excerpt: Through the quiet night, crystalline with the pervading spirit of the frost, under prairie skies of mystic purple pierced with the glass-like glinting of the stars, fled Antoine. Huge and hollow-sounding with the clatter of the pinto?s hoofs hung the night above and about?lonesome, empty, bitter as the soul of him who fled. A weary age of flight since sunset; and now the midnight saw the ...