Then, one dark, grim day a mysterious gunman shot a man in cold blood. Five grisly murders later, Chantey was faced with the roughest assignment of his life—find that savage, trigger-happy hard case before he blasts apart every man in town. Leia mais Leia menos.
Young, lean, rugged, he's buried a few men in this two-bit cow town -- every single one killed in a fair fight. Five grisly murders later, Chantey was faced with the roughest assignment of his life--find that savage, trigger-happy hard case before he blasts apart every man in town Compartilhe seus pensamentos com outros clientes. Compra verificada. The life in the west caused you to mature quickly. A good plot lots of intrigue and mystery, people were murdered by an unknown killer. Borden had to figure out who was during the killings and why. Lots of arroyos, empty buildings and buildings roof tops that were used to drygulch a body if you had a mind to do so.
Bord's life was at stake someone in town wanted him dead.
Get him identified and bury him, if there's no relatives. She's a mighty pretty woman, and she's got the best ranch left around here. Want to Read saving…. During a drunken scuffle in a bar, Dutch Akin challenges Chantry to a gunfight. He invests in trading ventures, but on a voyage to the New World his party is attacked by Indians and he is marooned in the untamed wilderness of the Carolina coast. He surely doesn't talk like any damn fool," Chantry commented.
The reasons unknown, but who ever this drygulcher was he wasn't wasting any time. Ferguson Rifle Louis L'Amour. Milo Talon Louis L'Amour. Borden Chantry Louis L'Amour. Rivers West Louis L'Amour. Flap copy Tom Chantry wore no gun and wished no man harm. French Williams was a ruthless cattleman more than willing to use his weapon. But Tom needed Williams to help him drive a herd north to Dodge. Setting off together on a trail alive with danger, soft-spoken Chantry and hard-bitten Williams faced storms, treachery, and Indian attacks. Now the man some call a coward and the man many call a killer have no choice but to trust each other with their lives--for both have enemies and both are pursued by a violence from the past.
But when he drives a herd of cattle north of Dodge, he discovers that life is treacherous for an unarmed man -- especially for one who's been branded a coward. On the drive, Chantry encounters some of the land's most dangerous characters -- from notorious gunman French Williams and the murderous Talrim brothers, to a threatening tribe of Kiowa and an enigmatic femme fatale. As the drive twists Chantry's past and present together into a tangle of guilt, redemption, and buried family history, the line between friends and enemies grows faint -- and Chantry must sort out the people he can trust from those who want to do him harm About Louis L'Amour Our foremost storyteller of the American West, Louis L'Amour has thrilled a nation by chronicling the adventures of the brave men and woman who settled the frontier.
There are more than three hundred million copies of his books in print around the world. Ed's fixin' some more ham an' eggs. Why, we had a cowboy in here this morning that et enough for three! I never did see such a man! Nice-lookin' feller, though.
He surely doesn't look the part. Langdon Adams looked up, smiling. I'd rather be ranching, but I will say the city fathers were mighty nice to offer me the job. I was really wiped out. I never did see so many big men become small overnight. I was lucky. I hadn't many cattle and they were down yonder in the breaks and out of the wind. I don't think I lost over three or four head. That widow-woman makes about as few mistakes as anybody I know. She trimmed her herds down, sold off all her scrub stuff, only kept good, sturdy stock that could last through, and they did.
Can't says I blame you. She's a mighty pretty woman, and she's got the best ranch left around here. And if you buy the old Williams place--" "I haven't bought it yet. I'm not even sure if I want it. If you had that ranch, right next to hers, and then you two got married, you'd have about thirty sections of the best grazing in the state all to yourselves. He sat down, straddling a chair. He made him a good run, but I got him. He stole those two mares of Hyatt's.
He couldn't have done worse. Why, there isn't two horses in the state look like them, or have their quality. Worst of it was, ever'body in this part of the country knows those mares. Hyatt Johnson's talked them up so much, and showed them around. A man would have to be a damn fool or a stranger to steal them. He surely doesn't talk like any damn fool," Chantry commented.
Then I just stepped up and taken his gun belt and rifle and set there a-waitin' when he come back. He was mighty upset. A man steals something, I try to get him. If a man kills somebody and then cuts and runs, I take in after him and bring him back for a hearing. If a man tried to prosecute every man who has a shooting or a knifing against him, there'd be nobody in town but the preacher, an'--" "Preacher?
He's had him a few scraps here and there. I don't know about that. As long as it's a stand-off fight, nobody cares, and I certainly don't feel like trying to bring a man before a judge when the jury will surely turn him loose. Killing a man in a fair fight is about the safest thing you can do around here. Might get some wild turkeys. I got to see to this body. Get him identified and bury him, if there's no relatives. If you find out where their family's at they usually just say to bury him and send them whatever he left. Seems a kind of thankless job to me.
Just so as they get a Christian burial it should be enough. The town can't afford it.
A blanket to bury him in if he hasn't one of his own, and somebody to dig the grave. Comes to that, I've dug nine graves so far this season, dug 'em myself. To get started again, I mean. He knows you're a good cattleman, and he just might come up with the money. Money goes into that bank of Hyatt's. It doesn't come out.
Anyway, I'll make my own start when I can. I won't be beholden to any man, nor work half of my life to pay no banker. He sat down at a table, almost falling into the chair, then crossed his arms and leaned his head on his arms. Ed came in and put a cup of coffee in front of him.
Here she is. Y' look like y' need it.
Drink up. Been a long time since the ol' Slash Seven days. You want some flapjacks, Johnny? Maybe later, Ed. Ed looked over at them. That was six year back. He could ride anything wore hair, and was a better than fair hand with a rope, but he just can't handle whiskey. Any outfit be glad to have him on the payroll. Now he couldn't get a job anywheres.
He lent me a hand time an' again when I first hit this country, and never mentioned it. I was sort of standin' by. Flat broke, no eatin' money. No job.