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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... horse from the man's widow, gentled him, and learned to respect the animal's feelings and moods. The stallion's name was Drifter. Smoke had carefully hidden his buckskins, caching them with his saddle and other meager possessions in the ...
... horse from the man's widow, gentled him, and learned to respect the animal's feelings and moods. The stallion's name was Drifter. Smoke had carefully hidden his buckskins, caching them with his saddle and other meager possessions in the ...
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... horse pick his own way at his own pace, staying close to the timber, away from open places, always edging slightly south and west. He wanted to enter the mostly uncharted center of the Territory from the south. Just north of the Craters ...
... horse pick his own way at his own pace, staying close to the timber, away from open places, always edging slightly south and west. He wanted to enter the mostly uncharted center of the Territory from the south. Just north of the Craters ...
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... Horse get underway. But that was future. This was now. And Buck was not heading for Bury to pan for gold, search for silver, or start a ranch. And he really didn't care all that much if he died doing what he'd set out to do—just so long ...
... Horse get underway. But that was future. This was now. And Buck was not heading for Bury to pan for gold, search for silver, or start a ranch. And he really didn't care all that much if he died doing what he'd set out to do—just so long ...
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... horses, skirting the fast growing towns in the eastern part of the state, staying to the north of them. Because of the man, or men, tracking him, Buck changed his plans and direction. He rode seemingly aimlessly, first heading straight ...
... horses, skirting the fast growing towns in the eastern part of the state, staying to the north of them. Because of the man, or men, tracking him, Buck changed his plans and direction. He rode seemingly aimlessly, first heading straight ...
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... horses. “Might see you up there, boy. Thanks for the grub.” “What are you called?” Buck asked. “Tenneysee,” the old man said without looking back. He mounted up and slowly rode back in the direction he'd come. “You're not any better ...
... horses. “Might see you up there, boy. Thanks for the grub.” “What are you called?” Buck asked. “Tenneysee,” the old man said without looking back. He mounted up and slowly rode back in the direction he'd come. “You're not any better ...
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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