XVII. THE TRAIL TO NONNEZOSHE.

XVIII. AT THE FOOT OF THE RAINBOW.

XIX. THE GRAND CANYON OF THE COLORADO.

XX. WILLOW SPRINGS.


EPILOGUE




FOREWORD


The spell of the desert comes back to me, as it always will come.
I see the veils, like purple smoke, in the canyon, and I feel the
silence. And it seems that again I must try to pierce both and
to get at the strange wild life of the last American wilderness--
wild still, almost, as it ever was.


While this romance is an independent story, yet readers of "Riders
of the Purple Sage" will find in it an answer to a question often
asked.

I wish to say also this story has appeared serially in a different
form in one of the monthly magazines under the title of "The Desert