It looked far more like a ghost town in the latter stages of decay.
A ghost town should have ghosts but none walk at the present time.
The tall, well-built cowboy star swung into his saddle and they trotted away between two tumbledown houses of the ghost town.
The trail led toward the hills back of the ghost town and it was evident that the man they were trailing had rested frequently.
Shooting went ahead on schedule until just before noon when someone shouted an alarm and they turned toward the ghost town.
They rode back to the ghost town at a brisk trot and Curt cornered Henry Thorne and told him of their discovery.
But when they gathered in the ghost town, Helen knew that the search had been fruitless.
According to the map, the ghost town was in a valley next to a dry lake bed.
At their base, the gray walls of stone in the ghost town of Little Rhyolite gleamed palely, like skeleton remains.
They went first to the ghost town: the slope above Little Rhyolite would save weary miles.