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Desert Gold, Paperback by Grey, Zane, ISBN 1512196479, ISBN-13 9781512196474, Like New Used, Free shipping in the US A FACE haunted Cameron—a woman's face. It was there in the white heart of the dying campfire; it hung in the shadows that hovered over the flickering light; it drifted in the darkness beyond. This hour, when the day had closed and the lonely desert night set in with its dead silence, was one in which Cameron's mind was thronged with memories of a time long past—of a home back in Peoria, of a woman he had wronged and lost, and loved too late. He was a prospector for gold, a hunter of solitude, a lover of the drear, rock-ribbed infinitude, because he wanted to be alone to remember.

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ISBN	9781512196474
Book Title	Desert Gold
Publisher	CreateSpace
Item Length	9 in
Publication Year	2015
Format	Trade Paperback
Language	English
Item Height	0.4 in
Author	Zane Grey
Genre	Fiction
Topic	Classics
Item Weight	10.8 Oz
Item Width	6 in
Number of Pages	162 Pages

Desert Gold, Paperback by Grey, Zane, ISBN 1512196479, ISBN-13 9781512196474, Like New Used, Free shipping in the USA FACE haunted Cameron—a woman's face. It was there in the white heart of the dying campfire; it hung in the shadows that hovered over the flickering light; it drifted in the darkness beyond. This hour, when the day had closed and the lonely desert night set in with its dead silence, was one in which Cameron's mind was thronged with memories of a time long past—of a home back in Peoria, of a woman he had wronged and lost, and loved too late. He was a prospector for gold, a hunter of solitude, a lover of the drear, rock-ribbed infinitude, because he wanted to be alone to remember.