Brand Delphi Collected Works of Max Brand (Illustrated)

1. Auflage 2018
ISBN: 978-1-78656-111-4
Verlag: Delphi Classics Ltd
Format: EPUB
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E-Book, Englisch, Band 10, 12022 Seiten

Reihe: Delphi Series Nine

Famous for his unique style of thoughtful and literary Westerns, Max Brand (real name Frederick Faust) produced a prolific array of compelling characters and innovative plots in over 500 different books. Brand also featured the popular young medical intern Dr. James Kildare in a series of pulp fiction stories, which featured over several decades in a series of American theatrical films. This comprehensive eBook presents Brand's collected works, with numerous illustrations, many rare texts appearing in digital print for the first time, informative introductions and the usual Delphi bonus material. (Version 1)
* Beautifully illustrated with images relating to Brand's life and works
* Concise introductions to the major novels and other texts
* Over 75 novels, with individual contents tables
* Features the complete Dr. Kildare novels for the first time in digital publishing
* The Complete Tizzo the Firebrand Series for the first time - with 'The Great Betrayal' and 'The Storm' available in no other collection
* Images of how the books were first published, giving your eReader a taste of the original texts
* Excellent formatting of the texts
* Rare short stories, including Brand's first piece of fiction, 'Convalescence'
* Scholarly ordering of texts into chronological order and literary genres
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CONTENTS:
The Dan Barry Series
The Untamed (1919)
The Night Horseman (1920)
The Seventh Man (1921)
Dan Barry's Daughter (1923)
The Ronicky Doone Trilogy
Ronicky Doone (1921)
Ronicky Doone's Treasures (1922)
Ronicky Doone's Rewards (1922)
The Silvertip Series
Silvertip (1941)
The Man from Mustang (1942)
Silvertip's Strike (1942)
Silvertip's Roundup (1943)
Silvertip's Trap (1943)
Silvertip's Chase (1944)
Silvertip's Search (1945)
The Stolen Stallion (1945)
Valley Thieves (1946)
Mountain Riders (1946)
The Valley of Vanishing Men (1947)
The False Rider (1947)
The Dr. Kildare Series
Internes Can't Take Money (1936)
Whiskey Sour (1938)
Young Doctor Kildare (1938)
Calling Dr. Kildare (1939)
The Secret of Dr. Kildare (1939)
Dr. Kildare's Girl and Dr. Kildare's Hardest Case (1940)
Dr. Kildare Goes Home (1940)
Dr. Kildare's Crisis (1941)
The People vs. Dr. Kildare (1941)
Tizzo the Firebrand Series
The Firebrand (1934)
The Great Betrayal (1935)
The Storm (1935)
The Cat and the Perfume (1935)
Claws of the Tigress (1935)
The Bait and the Trap (1935)
The Pearls of Bonfadini (1935)
Other Novels
Above the Law (1918)
Harrigan! (1918)
Riders of the Silences (1919)
Trailin'! (1919)
The Man Who Forgot Christmas (1920)
Black Jack (1921)
Bull Hunter (1921)
Donnegan (Gunman's Reckoning) (1921)
The Long, Long Trail (1921)
Sheriff Larrabee's Prisoner (1921)
A Shower of Silver (1921)
Way of the Lawless (1921)
Alcatraz (1922)
The Rangeland Avenger (1922)
The Garden of Eden (1922)
Wild Freedom (1922)
His Name His Fortune (1923)
Outlaw Breed (1923)
The Quest of Lee Garrison (1923)
Rodeo Ranch (1923)
Soft Metal (1923)
'Sunset' Wins (1923)
The Tenderfoot (1924)
The Whispering Outlaw (1924)
The Black Rider (1925)
Acres of Unrest (1926)
Werewolf (1926)
Thunder Moon (1927)
The Mountain Fugitive (1927)
The Mustang Herder (1927)
The Sheriff Rides (1928)
King of the Range (1929)
Marbleface (1930)
Sixteen in Nome (1930)
The Hair-Trigger Kid (1931)
The Lightning Warrior (1932)
Gunman's Gold (1933)
The King Bird Rides (1933)
The Red Bandanna (1933)
Red Devil of the Range (1933)
The Short Stories
Miscellaneous Stories
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Autoren/Hrsg.

Brand, Max

Leseproben

2. THE PANTHER
IN THE RANCH house old Joseph Cumberland frowned on the floor as he heard his daughter say: “It isn’t right, Dad. I never noticed it before I went away to school, but since I’ve come back I begin to feel that it’s shameful to treat Dan in this way.” Her eyes brightened and she shook her golden head for emphasis. Her father watched her with a faintly quizzical smile and made no reply. The dignity of ownership of many thousand cattle kept the old rancher’s shoulders square, and there was an antique gentility about his thin face with its white goatee. He was more like a quaint figure of the seventeenth century than a successful cattleman of the twentieth. “It is shameful, Dad,” she went on, encouraged by his silence, “or you could tell me some reason.” “Some reason for not letting him have a gun?” asked the rancher, still with the quizzical smile. “Yes, yes!” she said eagerly, “and some reason for treating him in a thousand ways as if he were an irresponsible boy.” “Why, Kate, gal, you have tears in your eyes!” He drew her onto a stool beside him, holding both her hands, and searched her face with eyes as blue and almost as bright as her own. “How does it come that you’re so interested in Dan?” “Why, Dad, dear,” and she avoided his gaze, “I’ve always been interested in him. Haven’t we grown up together?” “Part ways you have.” “And haven’t we been always just like brother and sister?” “You’re talkin’ a little more’n sisterly, Kate.” “What do you mean?” “Ay, ay! What do I mean! And now you’re all red. Kate, I got an idea it’s nigh onto time to let Dan start on his way.” He could not have found a surer way to drive the crimson from her face and turn it white to the lips. “Dad!” “Well, Kate?” “You wouldn’t send Dan away!” Before he could answer she dropped her head against his shoulder and broke into great sobs. He stroked her head with his calloused, sunburned hand and his eyes filmed with a distant gaze. “I might have knowed it!” he said over and over again; “I might have knowed it! Hush, my silly gal.” Her sobbing ceased with magic suddenness. “Then you won’t send him away?” “Listen to me while I talk to you straight,” said Joe Cumberland, “and accordin’ to the way you take it will depend whether Dan goes or stays. Will you listen?” “Dear Dad, with all my heart!” “Humph!” he grunted, “that’s just what I don’t want. This what I’m goin’ to tell you is a queer thing — a mighty lot like a fairy tale, maybe. I’ve kept it back from you years an’ years thinkin’ you’d find out the truth about Dan for yourself. But bein’ so close to him has made you sort of blind, maybe! No man will criticize his own hoss.” “Go on, tell me what you mean. I won’t interrupt.” He was silent for a moment, frowning to gather his thoughts. “Have you ever seen a mule, Kate?” “Of course!” “Maybe you’ve noticed that a mule is just as strong as a horse—” “Yes.” “ — but their muscles ain’t a third as big?” “Yes, but what on earth—” “Well, Kate, Dan is built light an’ yet he’s stronger than the biggest men around here.” “Are you going to send him away simply because he’s strong?” “It doesn’t show nothin’,” said the old man gently, “savin’ that he’s different from the regular run of men — an’ I’ve seen a considerable pile of men, honey. There’s other funny things about Dan maybe you ain’t noticed. Take the way he has with hosses an’ other animals. The wildest man-killin’, spur-hatin’ bronchos don’t put up no fight when them long legs of Dan settle round ’em.” “Because they know fighting won’t help them!” “Maybe so, maybe so,” he said quietly, “but it’s kind of queer, Kate, that after most a hundred men on the best hosses in these parts had ridden in relays after Satan an’ couldn’t lay a rope on him, Dan could jest go out on foot with a halter an’ come back in ten days leadin’ the wildest devil of a mustang that ever hated men.” “It was a glorious thing to do!” she said. Old Cumberland sighed and then shook his head. “It shows more’n that, honey. There ain’t any man but Dan that can sit the saddle on Satan. If Dan should die, Satan wouldn’t be no more use to other men than a piece of haltered lightnin’. An’ then tell me how Dan got hold of that wolf, Black Bart, as he calls him.” “It isn’t a wolf, Dad,” said Kate, “it’s a dog. Dan says so himself.” “Sure he says so,” answered her father, “but there was a lone wolf prowlin’ round these parts for a considerable time an’ raisin’ Cain with the calves an’ the colts. An’ Black Bart comes pretty close to a description of the lone wolf. Maybe you remember Dan found his ‘dog’ lyin’ in a gully with a bullet through his shoulder. If he was a dog how’d he come to be shot—” “Some brute of a sheep herder may have done it. What could it prove?” “It only proves that Dan is queer — powerful queer! Satan an’ Black Bart are still as wild as they ever was, except that they got one master. An’ they ain’t got a thing to do with other people. Black Bart’d tear the heart out of a man that so much as patted his head.” “Why,” she cried, “he’ll let me do anything with him!” “Humph!” said Cumberland, a little baffled; “maybe that’s because Dan is kind of fond of you, gal, an’ he has sort of introduced you to his pets, damn ’em! That’s just the pint! How is he able to make his man-killers act sweet with you an’ play the devil with everybody else.” “It wasn’t Dan at all!” she said stoutly, “and he isn’t queer. Satan and Black Bart let me do what I want with them because they know I love them for their beauty and their strength.” “Let it go at that,” growled her father. “Kate, you’re jest like your mother when it comes to arguin’. If you wasn’t my little gal I’d say you was plain pig-headed. But look here, ain’t you ever felt that Dan is what I call him — different? Ain’t you ever seen him get mad — jest for a minute — an’ watched them big brown eyes of his get all packed full of yellow light that chases a chill up and down your back like a wrigglin’ snake?” She considered this statement in a little silence. “I saw him kill a rattler once,” she said in a low voice. “Dan caught him behind the head after he had struck. He did it with his bare hand! I almost fainted. When I looked again he had cut off the head of the snake. It was — it was terrible!” She turned to her father and caught him firmly by the shoulders. “Look me straight in the eye, Dad, and tell me just what you mean.” “Why, Kate,” said the wise old man, “you’re beginnin’ to see for yourself what I’m drivin’ at! Haven’t you got somethin’ else right on the tip of your tongue?” “There was one day that I’ve never told you about,” she said in a low voice, looking away, “because I was afraid that if I told you, you’d shoot Black Bart. He was gnawing a big beef bone and just for fun I tried to take it away from him. He’d been out on a long trail with Dan and he was very hungry. When I put my hand on the bone he snapped. Luckily I had a thick glove on and he merely pinched my wrist. Also I think he realized what he was doing for otherwise he’d have cut through the glove as if it had been paper. He snarled fearfully and I sprang back with a cry. Dan hadn’t seen what happened, but he heard the snarl and saw Black Bart’s bared teeth. Then — oh, it was terrible!” She covered her face. “Take your time, Kate,” said Cumberland softly. “‘Bart,’ called Dan,” she went on, “and there was such anger in his face that I think I was more afraid of him than of the big dog. “Bart turned to him with a snarl and bared his teeth. When Dan saw that his face turned — I don’t know how to say it!” She stopped a moment and her hands tightened. “Back in his throat there came a sound that was almost like the snarl of Black Bart. The wolf-dog watched him with a terror that was uncanny to see, the hair around his neck fairly on end, his teeth still bared, and his growl horrible. “‘Dan!’ I called, ‘don’t go near him!’ “I might...