An uncensored story of the motion picture colony that explains what the public has long wanted to know.
new trail had not been noticed. It ran deep and well marked through the heavy brush of a gully to a place where the brush commenced to thin, and there it branched into a dozen dim trails that joined and blended with the old, well worn cattle paths of the hillside.
"Somebody's might foxy," observed the man; "but I don't see what it's all about. The days of cattle runners and bandits are over."
"Just imagine!" exclaimed the girl. "A real mystery in our lazy, old hills!"
The man rode in silence and in thought. A herd of pure-bred Herefords, whose value would have ransomed half the crowned heads remaining in Europe, grazed in the several pastures that ran far back into those hills; and back there somewhere that trail led, but for what purpose? No good purpose, he was sure, or it had not been so cleverly hidden.
As they came to the trail which they called the Camino Corto, where it commenced at the gate leading from the old goat corral, the man jerked his thumb toward the west along it
This is pure pulp!! I think it was written as a serial in a magazine. Some parts the chapter beginnings seem disjointed. However, this is still a fun summer read.
The book is anti drug and anti city life. The way to go is to live a clean life on a cattle ranch. Riding horses is the ultimate diversion. Forget the heroine or morphine! Even drinking whisky is frowned upon. Here the good guy is so good while the bad Mexicans and whisky runners are deplorable.
The book even ends with a twist ending!
Not a literary achievement but a fun read that has the word "sensational" written all over it!