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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Page 5
... sure you in the right.” And Lord God, how fast the young man was with those deadly .44s. Buck gave Drifter his head, letting the horse pick his own way at his own pace, staying close to the timber, away from open places, always edging ...
... sure you in the right.” And Lord God, how fast the young man was with those deadly .44s. Buck gave Drifter his head, letting the horse pick his own way at his own pace, staying close to the timber, away from open places, always edging ...
Page 15
... sure as 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 ...
... sure as 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 ...
Page 17
... sure which—and she took care of me. You keep hush about this, now, you hear?” “I never saw you afore this day,” Rowdy Jake Kelly said. The old man nodded, picked up his jug of whiskey, and rode off. Buck had left the trading post and ...
... sure which—and she took care of me. You keep hush about this, now, you hear?” “I never saw you afore this day,” Rowdy Jake Kelly said. The old man nodded, picked up his jug of whiskey, and rode off. Buck had left the trading post and ...
Page 19
... sure wasn't going to head out after them. Whichever direction the war party had taken, he planned to head in the other direction. And he did. Before two minutes had passed, Buck had tightened cinches and was heading out. He found where ...
... sure wasn't going to head out after them. Whichever direction the war party had taken, he planned to head in the other direction. And he did. Before two minutes had passed, Buck had tightened cinches and was heading out. He found where ...
Page 21
... sure.” The barber's voice was very bland. “Where's the best place to eat?” “Marie's. Just up the street. Beef and beans and apple pie. Good portions, too. Reasonable.” They weren't just good portions; they were huge. The food simple but ...
... sure.” The barber's voice was very bland. “Where's the best place to eat?” “Marie's. Just up the street. Beef and beans and apple pie. Good portions, too. Reasonable.” They weren't just good portions; they were huge. The food simple but ...
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