{"product_id":"2940013680340","title":"Nevada","description":"As his goaded horse plunged into the road, Nevada looked back over\u003cbr\u003ehis shoulder.  The lane he had plowed through the crowd let him see\u003cbr\u003eback into the circle where the three men lay prostrate.  The blue\u003cbr\u003esmoke from his gun was rising slowly, floating away.  Ben Ide's\u003cbr\u003eface shone white and convulsed in the sunlight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"So long, Pard!\" yelled Nevada, hoarsely, and stood in his stirrups\u003cbr\u003eto wave his sombrero high.  That, he thought, was farewell forever\u003cbr\u003eto this friend who had saved and succored and uplifted him, whom he\u003cbr\u003eloved better than a brother.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen Nevada faced the yellow road down which his horse was racing,\u003cbr\u003eand the grim and terrible mood returned to smother the heart-\u003cbr\u003eswelling emotion which had momentarily broken it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere was something familiar and mocking about this precipitate\u003cbr\u003eflight on a swift horse, headed for the sage and the dark\u003cbr\u003emountains.  How often had he felt the wind sting his face on a run\u003cbr\u003efor his life!  But it was not fear now, nor love of life, that made\u003cbr\u003ehim a fugitive.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe last gate of the ranch was open, and Nevada flashed through it\u003cbr\u003eto turn off the road into the sage and go flying down the trail\u003cbr\u003ealong the shore of the lake.  The green water blurred on one side\u003cbr\u003eof him and the gray sage on the other.  Even the winding trail was\u003cbr\u003eindistinct to eyes that still saw red.  There was no need now for\u003cbr\u003ethis breakneck ride.  To be sure, the officers of the law would\u003cbr\u003eeventually get on his track, as they had been for years; but\u003cbr\u003ethought of them scarcely lingered a moment in his consciousness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe action of a swift and powerful horse seemed to be necessary to\u003cbr\u003ethe whirling of his mind.  Thoughts, feelings, sensations\u003cbr\u003eregurgitated around that familiar cold and horrible sickness of\u003cbr\u003esoul which had always followed the spilling of human blood and\u003cbr\u003ewhich this time came back worse than ever.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe fierce running of the horse along the levels, around the bends\u003cbr\u003eof the trail, leaping washes, plunging up and down the gullies,\u003cbr\u003ebrought into tense play all Nevada's muscular force.  It seemed\u003cbr\u003elike a mad race away from himself.  Burning and wet all over, he\u003cbr\u003egradually surrendered to physical exertion.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFive miles brought horse and rider far around to the other side of\u003cbr\u003ethe lake.  Here the trail wound down upon the soft sand, where the\u003cbr\u003ehorse slowed from run to trot, and along the edge of the lake,\u003cbr\u003ewhere the midday sun had thawed the ice.  Nevada had a break in his\u003cbr\u003estrained mood.  He saw the deep hoof tracks of horses along the\u003cbr\u003eshore, and the long cuts and scars on the ice, where he and Ben and\u003cbr\u003ethe freed outlaws had run that grand wild stallion, California Red,\u003cbr\u003eto his last plunge and fall.  Nevada could not help but think, as\u003cbr\u003ehe passed that place, and thrill as he remembered the strange lucky\u003cbr\u003ecatch of the wild horse Ben Ide loved so well.  What a trick for\u003cbr\u003efortune to play!  How mad Ben had been--to bargain with the\u003cbr\u003erustlers they had captured--to trade their freedom for the aid they\u003cbr\u003egave in running down the red stallion!  Yet mad as that act had\u003cbr\u003ebeen, Nevada could only love Ben the more.  Ben was the true wild-\u003cbr\u003ehorse hunter.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNevada reached the bluff where Forlorn River lost itself in the\u003cbr\u003elake, and climbed the sloping trail to the clump of trees and the\u003cbr\u003ecabin where he and Ben had lived in lonely happiness.  Ben, the\u003cbr\u003eoutcast son of a rich rancher of Tule Lake--and he, the wandering,\u003cbr\u003efugitive, crippled gunman, whom Ben had taken in with only one\u003cbr\u003equestion.","brand":"WDS Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47079649968368,"sku":"2940013680340","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013680340_p0.jpg?v=1763584297","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013680340","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}