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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... hell of a good hiding place. Buck wore gray pin-striped trousers tucked into soft calfskin boots. Black shirt. His hat was black, low-crowned, and wide-brimmed. His leather vest was black. His belt was silverstudded with a heavy buckle ...
... hell of a good hiding place. Buck wore gray pin-striped trousers tucked into soft calfskin boots. Black shirt. His hat was black, low-crowned, and wide-brimmed. His leather vest was black. His belt was silverstudded with a heavy buckle ...
Page 15
... hell didn't. I know. I were there. Me and Phil Coe. I seen Wild Bill shoot him with a pair of derringers after Phil done put his gun away. Then he turned around and shot the marshal, Mike Williams. Wild Bill better not ever try to brace ...
... hell didn't. I know. I were there. Me and Phil Coe. I seen Wild Bill shoot him with a pair of derringers after Phil done put his gun away. Then he turned around and shot the marshal, Mike Williams. Wild Bill better not ever try to brace ...
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... Hell, no! Don't git me to lyin'.” “Man ought to have a marker on his grave, don't you think?” “I'll git around to it one of these days. Maybe. Big Jack was all they called him.” “Better than nothin'. I don't reckon he died of natural ...
... Hell, no! Don't git me to lyin'.” “Man ought to have a marker on his grave, don't you think?” “I'll git around to it one of these days. Maybe. Big Jack was all they called him.” “Better than nothin'. I don't reckon he died of natural ...
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... hell and gone over to Needle Mountains.” “Part of it's true. I got all dressed up in my finest buckskins, rode an old nag up into the hills, and laid me down to die. Lordy, but I was hurtin' some. Longer I laid there the madder I got. I ...
... hell and gone over to Needle Mountains.” “Part of it's true. I got all dressed up in my finest buckskins, rode an old nag up into the hills, and laid me down to die. Lordy, but I was hurtin' some. Longer I laid there the madder I got. I ...
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... Hell of a name for a town.” “It's right proper, considerin' the size of their boot hill. You'll see.” “Why would I want to go to someplace called Bury?” “Maybe you don't. Then again, you might find work up there.” “Might do that. How's ...
... Hell of a name for a town.” “It's right proper, considerin' the size of their boot hill. You'll see.” “Why would I want to go to someplace called Bury?” “Maybe you don't. Then again, you might find work up there.” “Might do that. How's ...
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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ain’t asked Audie began Buck Buck West Buck’s Bury called camp close cowboy damned dead Deputy don’t Drifter east eyes face feel fight fire followed front gathered give going gone gonna grinned ground gunhands hands hard head heard hell horses Janey Jensen Joiner Josh keep kids killed knew ladies laughed leave live looked MacGregor man’s marshal mean miles mind Miss mountain moved never once passed Potter Preacher probably pulled pushed ranch Reese Richards ride riders rifle rode Rogers saddle Sally seen Sheriff shot side slowly smiled Smoke soon stand stay stepped stood Stratton street sure talk tell thing thought told took town turned voice waiting walked watched West wild woman women yelled young