Tigre

By Zane Grey

A jealous husband uses a blind, deaf jaguar to exact revenge, with unexpected results.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wilder Publications, Inc.
• Release date: Jun 15, 2014
• ISBN: 9781633841000

Zane Grey

Zane Grey (1872–1939) was an American writer best known for western literature. Born and raised in Ohio, Grey was one of five children from an English Quaker family. As a youth, he developed an interest in sports, history and eventually writing. He attended University of Pennsylvania where he studied dentistry, while balancing his creative endeavors. One of his first published pieces was the article “A Day on the Delaware" (1902), followed by the novels Betty Zane (1903) and The Spirit of the Border (1906). His career spanned several decades and was often inspired by real-life settings and events.

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TIGRE

by ZANE GREY

Wilder Publications

Copyright © 2014 Wilder Publications

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Table of Contents

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I

YES, I’ve a power over animals. Look at Tigre there! But the old women in Micas say I’ve found one wild thing I’ll never tame.

And that, señor? asked Muella.

My young and pretty wife.

She tossed her small head, so that her black curls rippled in the sunlight, and the silver rings danced in her ears.

Bernardo, I’m not a parrot to have my tongue slit, or a monkey to be taught tricks, or a jungle cat to be trained. I’m a woman, and—

Yes—and I am old, he interrupted bitterly. Look, Muella—there on the Micas trail!

It’s only Augustine, your vaquero.

Watch him! replied Bernardo.

Muella watched the lithe figure of a man striding swiftly along the trail. He was not going to drive cattle up to the corrals, for in that case he would have been riding a horse. He was not going toward the huts of the other herders. He faced the jungle into which ran the Micas trail.

Surely he could not be on his way to Micas! The afternoon was far advanced and the village many miles away. No vaquero ever trusted himself to the dangers of the jungle at night.