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On this day in 1939, Zane Grey died. Fifty-six of his eighty-nine books are westerns; many of them are not just shoot-em-ups but, as here in The U.P. Trail, observe and lament the “many shining bands of steel across the plains and mountains, many stations and hamlets and cities, a growing and marvelous prosperity from timber, mines, farms, and in the distant end — a gutted West.” |
