Zane Grey 
The Call of the Canyon 

What subtle strange message had come to her out of the West? Carley Burch laid the letter in her lap and gazed dreamily through the window.It was a day typical of early April in New York, rather cold and gray, with steely sunlight. Spring breathed in the air, but the women passing along Fifty-seventh Street wore furs and wraps. She heard the distant clatter of an L train and then the hum of a motor car. A hurdy-gurdy jarred into the interval of quiet.’Glenn has been gone over a year, ‚ she mused, ‚three months over a year– and of all his strange letters this seems the strangest yet.‘