The Return of the Mountain ManFrom the USA Today–bestselling author of The Last Mountain Man, an Old West gunfighter closes in on the men who killed his family. William W. Johnstone’s vivid, uncompromising novels stand as violent portraits of the rugged American frontiersman and the forces that forged him. In this powerful novel, Johnstone tells the story of a young Missourian forced by fate and violence into lawlessness—where he sees a chance to right the wrong that shattered his family and his soul…Smoke Jensen is a young man raised on loss and bitterness, nurtured by a mountain man named Preacher. Now, Smoke Jensen, with his, a new black horse and an old grudge, slips over the unmarked border into the turbulent Idaho Territory. Ahead is a town called Bury, built on stolen gold, and run by a band of ruthless men who had a hand in the murder of Smoke's brother in the Civil War. Smoke's father died in pursuit of those killers, but urged his son not to waste his life in vengeance… Swift, powerful, and poetic, Return Of The Mountain Man is an action-packed tale by William W. Johnstone, an American master—and a great chronicler of our harsh and often unforgiving last frontier. |
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... hand gun. Buck was an expert with all the weapons he carried. The legend growing around the man stated there was no faster gunhand in all the west. He was faster than the Texas gun Hardin; even more steel-nerved than Wild bill; meaner ...
... hand gun. Buck was an expert with all the weapons he carried. The legend growing around the man stated there was no faster gunhand in all the west. He was faster than the Texas gun Hardin; even more steel-nerved than Wild bill; meaner ...
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... hands on greasy buckskins. He poured another cup of coffee and settled back on the ground. “Don't talk none yet,” the old man said. “Jist listen. You be the pup Preacher taken under his wing some years back. Knowed it was you. Ante's ...
... hands on greasy buckskins. He poured another cup of coffee and settled back on the ground. “Don't talk none yet,” the old man said. “Jist listen. You be the pup Preacher taken under his wing some years back. Knowed it was you. Ante's ...
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... hands hovered over his guns. “I think I'll jist kill you for that.” “Bet or fold,” Buck said. The man's hands dipped down. Buck's right-hand .44 roared. The gunhand was dead before he hit the floor, the slug taking him in the center of ...
... hands hovered over his guns. “I think I'll jist kill you for that.” “Bet or fold,” Buck said. The man's hands dipped down. Buck's right-hand .44 roared. The gunhand was dead before he hit the floor, the slug taking him in the center of ...
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... hand diggin' the hole for Jack?” “I don't reckon so.” “Cain't much blame you.” “Bury him out back,” the bartender said. “Deep. If he smells any worser dead than alive I'll have to move my place of business.” 3 The men watched as Buck ...
... hand diggin' the hole for Jack?” “I don't reckon so.” “Cain't much blame you.” “Bury him out back,” the bartender said. “Deep. If he smells any worser dead than alive I'll have to move my place of business.” 3 The men watched as Buck ...
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... hand of Aces and Eights. Wild Bill would be thirty-nine years old. “I think Potter ought to know about this here Buck West,” Jerry said. “Think I'll take me a ride later on. Let Buck get good and gone.” “We'll tag along.” Late that ...
... hand of Aces and Eights. Wild Bill would be thirty-nine years old. “I think Potter ought to know about this here Buck West,” Jerry said. “Think I'll take me a ride later on. Let Buck get good and gone.” “We'll tag along.” Late that ...
Contents
Section 14 | 107 |
Section 15 | 113 |
Section 16 | 123 |
Section 17 | 131 |
Section 18 | 139 |
Section 19 | 145 |
Section 20 | 153 |
Section 21 | 163 |
Section 9 | 61 |
Section 10 | 71 |
Section 11 | 79 |
Section 12 | 87 |
Section 13 | 97 |
Section 22 | 171 |
Section 23 | 179 |
Section 24 | 189 |
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