The River's End - Curwood, James Oliver
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Between Conniston, of His Majesty's Royal Northwest Mounted Police, and Keith, the outlaw, there was a striking physical and facial resemblance. Both had observed it, of course. It gave them a sort of confidence in each other. Between them it hovered in a subtle and unanalyzed presence that was constantly suggesting to Conniston a line of action that would have made him a traitor to his oath of duty. For nearly a month he had crushed down the whispered temptings of this thing between them. He represented the law. He was the law. For twenty-seven months he had followed Keith, and always there…mehr

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Between Conniston, of His Majesty's Royal Northwest Mounted Police, and Keith, the outlaw, there was a striking physical and facial resemblance. Both had observed it, of course. It gave them a sort of confidence in each other. Between them it hovered in a subtle and unanalyzed presence that was constantly suggesting to Conniston a line of action that would have made him a traitor to his oath of duty. For nearly a month he had crushed down the whispered temptings of this thing between them. He represented the law. He was the law. For twenty-seven months he had followed Keith, and always there had been in his mind that parting injunction of the splendid service of which he was a part - "Don't come back until you get your man, dead or alive." Otherwise - A racking cough split in upon his thoughts. He sat up on the edge of the cot, and at the gasping cry of pain that came with the red stain of blood on his lips Keith went to him and with a strong arm supported his shoulders. He said nothing, and after a moment Conniston wiped the stain away and laughed softly, even before the shadow of pain had faded from his eyes. One of his hands rested on a wrist that still bore the ring-mark of a handcuff. The sight of it brought him back to grim reality. After all, fate was playing whimsically as well as tragically with their destinies.
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James Oliver Curwood was an American author of action-adventure books and an environmentalist. He was born on June 12, 1878, and died on August 13, 1927. Publishers Weekly says that in the early and mid-1920s, his books were among the ten best-selling in the United States. Many of them were about experiences that took place in the Hudson Bay area, the Yukon, or Alaska. One movie was made in three different versions from 1919 to 1953, and at least 180 movies have been based on or directly influenced by his books and short stories. He was the best-paid author in the world (per word) at the time of his death. Curwood was born in Owosso, Michigan. He was the fourth child and youngest of five. Curwood went to neighborhood schools and dropped out of high school before graduating. He did well on the test to get into the University of Michigan and was able to start studying writing in the English department. I quit college after two years to become a writer, and I moved to Detroit to do that. He sold his first story while he was at the University of Michigan in 1898. In 1907, the Canadian government hired him to go to the farthest northern parts of the country and write and print accounts of his travels to promote tourism. It was these trips that gave him ideas for his wilderness adventure stories.