The Rustler of Wind River

The Rustler of Wind River

by G.W. Ogden
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Overview

The Rustler of Wind River by G.W. Ogden

Popular western novel, first published in 1917.

Product Details

BN ID: 2940000872697
Publisher: B&R Samizdat Express
Publication date: 03/01/2010
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
File size: 232 KB

About the Author

George Washington Ogden (1871-1966) was a newspaper editor, journalist, and noted author of western stories and novels. Born in Kansas, Ogden edited THE KANSAS CITY STAR, THE CHICAGO TRIBUNE, and later worked for Munsey publications. In the 1910s he began publishing a series of successful western novels.

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Rustler of Wind River 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Sees a badger "you will make a great snack" she lunges at it using her vamp speed she goes up to it fast and bites it
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A cave is settled in HurricaneClan territory. The roof is a large slab of stone, perfect to lay on and sun yourself or stargaze. The front side of the den faces a grassy clearing sheltered by tall trees. A crystal pool of water beside the cave is fed by a spring which, if followed upstream, leads to a small waterfall. The larger back entrance has a great view of another, much bigger waterfall that pours into a river. Inside the den is a roomy space with a small fire and a fresh-kill pile made up of a mouse. The nest in the corner is woven from feathers, strands of moss, and lavender stalks. Three small piles are stacked on rock ledges—wheat, flowers, feathers, and one other thing–a sapphire. A small pool of water emits a silvery glow, illuminating the den. Fangpaw pads in and picks two flowers, a sunflower and a sunset orange rose. She lays the sunflower out on the small cliff behind her den, then sets the rose on a protruding rock next to her nest, for both beauty and better scent. She sits and stares at the meager fresh- kill pile, and deecides to restock it. -Fangpaw
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
–Pads in, then decides it's too crowded and goes to wind and storm.– #L