Table of Contents:
CHAPTER ONE - LOST GIRL.. 1
CHAPTER TWO - PRISON WITHOUT BARS. 17
CHAPTER THREE - THE BARRED CAGE.. 35
CHAPTER FOUR - THE DEATH OF LOVE.. 63
CHAPTER FIVE - PRISON FARM... 76
CHAPTER SIX - FETTERS AND RIGHT.. 96
CHAPTER SEVEN – DESPAIR.. 126
CHAPTER EIGHT - ROPED ON THE RANGE.. 146
CHAPTER NINE - HOPE IN CHAINS. 161
Excerpt:
Chet unlimbered himself from the shaped metal seat of the plow, stood erect, and looked down with a puppy dog amiability at the girl who was compelled to follow his plow. Dee Dee followed only because her hands were chained together, and from them a long span of links trailed its way to where it was securely attached to the iron and steel contrivance, which was about all she had to look at as she trudged. "How you making out, honey?" Chet inquired with a quite honest interest.
"I'm tired," Dee Dee declared with vehemence. "That's about all I know. I'm simply tired of following this damn team of horses.
I don't see what good it does to keep me chained behind the plow all day anyway."
"Better than a tractor, sweetheart. These old plows walk a hell of a lot slower. You wouldn't be a bit happy behind no tractor. "
"I'm not happy at all." She held up her chained hands for inspection. "You don't expect any girl to be happy when she's fixed like this, do you?"
"You'll soon get used to the whole thing, honey. You ain't been here that long. The place takes a bit of gettin' used to, I suppose. Guess it ain't a bit like you've been used to."
CHAPTER ONE - LOST GIRL.. 1
CHAPTER TWO - PRISON WITHOUT BARS. 17
CHAPTER THREE - THE BARRED CAGE.. 35
CHAPTER FOUR - THE DEATH OF LOVE.. 63
CHAPTER FIVE - PRISON FARM... 76
CHAPTER SIX - FETTERS AND RIGHT.. 96
CHAPTER SEVEN – DESPAIR.. 126
CHAPTER EIGHT - ROPED ON THE RANGE.. 146
CHAPTER NINE - HOPE IN CHAINS. 161
Excerpt:
Chet unlimbered himself from the shaped metal seat of the plow, stood erect, and looked down with a puppy dog amiability at the girl who was compelled to follow his plow. Dee Dee followed only because her hands were chained together, and from them a long span of links trailed its way to where it was securely attached to the iron and steel contrivance, which was about all she had to look at as she trudged. "How you making out, honey?" Chet inquired with a quite honest interest.
"I'm tired," Dee Dee declared with vehemence. "That's about all I know. I'm simply tired of following this damn team of horses.
I don't see what good it does to keep me chained behind the plow all day anyway."
"Better than a tractor, sweetheart. These old plows walk a hell of a lot slower. You wouldn't be a bit happy behind no tractor. "
"I'm not happy at all." She held up her chained hands for inspection. "You don't expect any girl to be happy when she's fixed like this, do you?"
"You'll soon get used to the whole thing, honey. You ain't been here that long. The place takes a bit of gettin' used to, I suppose. Guess it ain't a bit like you've been used to."