The Untamed
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- Under 100
- First published
- 1919
- Pages
- 313
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01 - Pan of the Desert
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02 - The Panther
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03 - Silent Shoots
15:43 -
04 - Something Yellow
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05 - Four in the Air
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06 - Laughter
14:51 -
07 - The Mute Messenger
9:27 -
08 - Red Writing
11:36 -
09 - The Phantom Rider
18:15 -
10 - The Strength of Women
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11- Silent Bluffs
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12 - Partners
20:00 -
13 - The Lone Riders Entertain
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14 - Delilah
15:11 -
15 - The Cross Roads
7:08 -
16 - The Three of Us
6:49 -
17 - The Panther's Paw
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18 - Cain
10:02 -
19 - Real Men
11:26 -
20 - One Trail Ends
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21 - One Way Out
6:33 -
22 - The Woman's Way
9:47 -
23 - Hell Starts
9:04 -
24 - The Rescue
6:54 -
25 - The Long Ride
15:22 -
26 - Black Bart Turns Nurse
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27 - Nobody Laughs
9:02 -
28 - Whistling Dan, Desperado
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29 - "Werewolf"
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30 - "The Manhandling"
11:47 -
31 - "Laugh, Damn it!"
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32 - Those Who See in the Dark
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33 - The Song of the Untamed
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34 - The Coward
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35 - Close in!
11:04 -
36 - Fear
7:08 -
37 - Death
15:08 -
38 - The Wild Geese
6:06
The Untamed (1919) is a public domain work.
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About this book
Whistling Dan Barry may be the strangest hero the Western ever produced: gentle, almost childlike, until something in him turns and the yellow light comes into his eyes. He rides a black stallion no one else can touch and keeps a wolf-dog named Bart, and when Jim Silent's gang beats him half to death, Dan comes after them the way a wolf comes after anything. Max Brand published this in 1919 and it made his name, half frontier realism and half myth about the animal that civilization never quite tamed out of a man. Kate Cumberland loves him and knows exactly what she is losing him to.
From the opening pages
Even to a high-flying bird this was a country to be passed over quickly. It was burned and brown, littered with fragments of rock, whether vast or small, as if the refuse were tossed here after the making of the world. A passing shower drenched the bald knobs of a range of granite hills and the slant morning sun set the wet rocks aflame with light. In a short time the hills lost their halo and resumed their brown. The moisture evaporated. The sun rose higher and looked sternly across the desert as if he searched for any remaining life which still struggled for existence under his burning course.
And he found life. Hardy cattle moved singly or in small groups and browsed on the withered bunch grass. Summer scorched them, winter humped their backs with cold and arched up their bellies with famine, but they were a breed schooled through generations for this fight against nature. In this junk-shop of the world, rattlesnakes were rulers of the soil. Overhead the buzzards, ominous black specks pendant against the white-hot sky, ruled the air.
It seemed impossible that human beings could live in this rock-wilderness. If so, they must be to other men what the lean, hardy cattle of the hills are to the corn-fed stabled beeves of the States.
Over the shoulder of a hill came a whistling which might have been attributed to the wind, had not this day been deathly calm. It was fit music for such a scene, for it seemed neither of heaven nor earth, but the soul of the great god Pan come back to earth to charm those nameless rocks with his wild, sweet piping. It changed to harmonious phrases loosely connected. Such might be the exultant improvisations of a master violinist.
A great wolf, or a dog as tall and rough coated as a wolf, trotted around the hillside. He paused with one foot lifted and lolling, crimson tongue, as he scanned the distance and then turned to look back in the direction from which he had come. The weird music changed to whistled notes as liquid as a flute. The sound drew closer. A horseman rode out on the shoulder and checked his mount. One could not choose him at first glance as a type of those who fight nature in a region where the thermometer moves through a scale of a hundred and sixty degrees in the year to an accompaniment of cold-stabbing winds and sweltering suns. A thin, handsome face with large brown eyes and black hair, a body tall but rather slenderly made—he might have been a descendant of some ancient family of Norman nobility; but could such proud gentry be found riding the desert in a tall-crowned sombrero with chaps on his legs and a red bandana handkerchief knotted around his throat? That first glance made the rider seem strangely out of place in such surroundings.
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Book facts
- Author
- Max Brand
- First published
- 1919
- Reading time
- About 5 hours
- Pages
- 313
- Language
- English
- Genre
- Classic Western
- Formats
- PDF, EPUB, Read online, Audiobook
- Audio read by
- Richard Kilmer (1942-2022)