The Greatest Western Writer Of The 21st Century Some People Don't Know When To Leave Bad Enough Alone Just when it seemed that Smoke Jensen's life had settled down to something resembling normal... He'd all but forgotten the vicious young gunfighter who called himself Sundance. Smoke had hoped to teach that twisted kid a lesson by shooting off his ear. But the lesson didn't take... Now, after years on the run, Sundance's ravenous hunger for revenge has pushed him over the edge. He's gathered a gang of the worst robbing, pillaging, raping scum from the Texas-Mexico border and is heading for the Sugarloaf with the fool idea of nailing Smoke Jensen's hide to the wall. Doesn't he realize that Smoke Jensen doesn't believe in second chances?
Mountain Man's Vengeance
In this series opener by two bestselling authors, an Old West farm boy with a hunger for revenge is molded into a fierce gunslinger.
In the previous volume he was the Pathfinder, scouting the Oregon Trail through the Rocky Mountain Wilderness. Westward Wagons, Ho! wrote another chapter in the Story of the Wolf Man Warrior, Jeremiah Warner.
Smoke Jensen: American Legend William W. Johnstone. They were camped near the banks of Roaring Fork, cooking some fish they'd caught for ... “Hallo, the fire!” a voice called. “If you're friendly,” Smoke returned the shout, “come on in.
glanced over at Nunley Welch. “He's still there, Mr. Welch. Still just sittin' in that chair over there. Do you think maybe I ought to go start closing the grave anyway?” Welch shook his head. “We don't let our people see the dirt ...
Years after his wife and son are murdered by hired gunslingers, Smoke Jensen travels to the untamed Idaho Territory on a quest for revenge and confronts bloodthirsty outlaws Stratton, Potter, and Richards.
THE GREATEST WESTERN WRITER OF THE 21ST CENTURY Smoke Jensen never wanted to kill, but fate had other plans, and the Mountain Man has left plenty of blood, tears and fury in his wake.
“Where's the nearest nester spread from here?” He tossed the question to anyone. “'Bout ten miles,” a gunslick said. “Next one is about four miles from that one.” “Dent,” Richards looked at a mean-eyed rider.
Monte Carson sweated bullets. Hot sun beat down on the waving sea of grass in the Great Divide Basin. He felt gratitude that Hank Evans had come along. Never complaining, that big smile plastered on his freckled face even in this heat, ...
But he knew Perley wasn't ready to announce to everyone that he was courting Becky Morris. *** Elam Burke sat around Patton's Saloon after suppertime, watching a demonstration of Redmond Quinn's new roulette wheel.