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Filled with action, adventure, mystery, and historical detail, the Sackett series is a remarkable contribution by one of America’s greatest storytellers.
The Sky-liners
Flagan and Galloway Sackett had made a deal to escort Judith Costello, the granddaughter of a wealthy Irish horse trader, to her father’s home in Colorado. Flagan saw nothing but trouble in the pretty, fiery young woman, but they needed the horses. Unfortunately, Flagan was right, for Judith had fallen for James Black Fetchen, a charismatic gunman whose courtship hid the darkest of intentions. Flagan and Galloway could only guess why Judith was so important to Fetchen and what awaited them at her father’s ranch. One thing Flagan knew for sure: the tough and spirited woman had won his heart. But could he trust her with his life?
Galloway
Trouble was following Flagan Sackett with a vengeance. Captured and tortured by a band of Apaches, he had escaped into the rugged San Juan country, where he would try to stay alive until his brother, Galloway, could find him. But the brothers were about to find worse trouble ahead. Their plan to establish a ranch had angered the Dunn clan, who had decided that the vast range would be theirs alone. Now Galloway and Flagan would face an enemy who killed for sport—but as long as other Sacketts lived, they would not fight alone….
- Sales Rank: #289875 in Books
- Brand: L'Amour, Louis
- Published on: 2008-02-26
- Released on: 2008-02-26
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 6.70" h x 1.05" w x 4.20" l,
- Binding: Mass Market Paperback
- 400 pages
About the Author
Louis L’Amour is undoubtedly the bestselling frontier novelist of all time. He is the only American-born author in history to receive both the Presidential Medal of Freedom, and the Congressional Gold Medal in honor of his life's work. He has published ninety novels; twenty-seven short-story collections; two works of nonfiction; a memoir, Education of a Wandering Man; and a volume of poetry, Smoke from This Altar. There are more than 300 million copies of his books in print worldwide.
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Chapter One
EVERYBODY IN OUR part of the country knew of Black Fetchen, so folks just naturally stood aside when he rode into town with his kinfolk.
The Fetchen land lay up on Sinking Creek, and it wasn't often a Sackett got over that way, so we had no truck with one another. We heard talk of him and his doings-how he'd killed a stranger over on Caney's Fork, and about a fair string of shootings and cuttings running back six or seven years.
He wasn't the only Fetchen who'd worked up to trouble in that country, or down in the flat land, for that matter. It was a story told and retold how Black Fetchen rode down to Tazewell and taken some kin of his away from the law.
James Black Fetchen his name was, but all knew him as Black, because the name suited. He was a dark, handsome man with a bold, hard-shouldered way about him, as quick with his fists as with a gun. Those who rode with him, like Tory Fetchen and Colby Rafin, were the same sort.
Me and Galloway had business over in Tazewell or we'd never have been around those parts, not that we feared Black Fetchen, or any man, but we were newly home from the western lands and when we went to Tazewell we went to pay off the last of Pa's debts. Pa had bad luck several years running and owed honor debts we were bound to pay, so Galloway and me rode back from the buffalo plains to settle up.
We had taken off to the western lands two years before, me twenty-two then and him twenty-one. We worked the Santa Fe Trail with a freight outfit, and laid track for a railroad mountain spur, and finally went over the trail from Texas with a herd of steers. It wasn't until we went buffalo hunting that we made our stake.
About that time we heard some kinfolk of ours, name of William Tell Sackett, was herding up trouble down in the Mogollon, so we saddled up and lit out, because when a Sackett has trouble his kin is just bound to share it with him. So we rode down to help him clean things up.*
This debt in Tazewell now was the last, and our last cent as well. After two years we were right back where we started, except that we had our rifles and hand guns, and a blanket or two. We'd sold our horses when we came back to Tennessee from the hunting grounds.
We walked across the mountain, and when we got to town we headed for the town pump. Once we'd had a drink we started back across the street to settle our debt at the store that had given Pa credit when times were bad.
We were fairly out in the middle of the street when hoofs began to pound and a passel of folks a-horseback came charging up, all armed and loaded for feudin' or bear-fightin'.
Folks went high-tailing it for shelter when they saw those riders coming, but we were right out in the middle of the street and of no mind to run. They came a-tearing down upon us and one of them taken a cut at me with a quirt, yelling, "Get outen the street!"
Well, I just naturally reached up and grabbed a hold on that quirt, and most things I lay a hand to will move. He had a loop around his wrist and couldn't let go if he was a mind to, so I just jerked and he left that saddle a-flying and landed in the dust. The rest of them, they reined around, of a mind to see some fun.
That one who sat in the dust roosted there a speck, trying to figure what happened to him, and then he came off the ground with a whoop and laid at me with a fist.
Now, we Sacketts had always been handy at knuckle-and-skull fighting, but Galloway and me had put in a spell with Irish track-layers and freighting teamsters who did most of their fighting like that. When this stranger looped a swing at my face, I just naturally stepped inside and clobbered him with a short one.
I fetched him coming in on me, and his head snapped back as if you'd laid the butt end of an axe against it. He went into the dust and about that time I heard Galloway saying, mild-like, "Go ahead, if you're a mind to. I'm takin' bets I can empty four, five saddles before you get me."
Me, I'd held my own rifle in my left hand this while, so I just flipped her up, my hand grasped the action, and I was ready. The two of us stood there facing the nine of them and it looked like blood on the ground.
Only nobody moved.
The big, handsome man who had been riding point for the outfit looked us over and said, "I'm Black Fetchen."
Galloway, he spoke over to me. "Black Fetchen, he says. Flagan, are you scared?"
"Don't seem to be, now that I think on it. But I've been scared a time or two. Recall that Comanche out there on the short grass? There for a minute or two I figured he had me."
"But you fetched him, Flagan. Now, what all do you figure we should do with this lot?"
"Well, he made his confession. He owned up fair and honest who he was. He never tried to lie out of it. You got to give credit to a man who'll confess like that."
"Maybe"-Galloway was almighty serious-"but I think you're mistaken in this man. He owned up to the fact that he was Black Fetchen, but there wasn't the shame in him there should have been. I figure a man who can up and say 'I'm Black Fetchen' should feel shame. Might at least hang his head and scuff his toe a mite."
Black Fetchen had been growing madder by the minute. "I've had enough of this! By the-!"
"Hold off, Black." That was Colby Rafin talking. "I seen these two before, over nigh the Gap. These are Sacketts. I heard tell they'd come home from the buffalo range."
Now, we Sacketts have been feuding up and down the country with one outfit or another for nigh on to a hundred years, and nobody could say we hadn't marked up our share of scalps, but nobody could say that we hunted trouble.
When Rafin said that, we could just sort of see Black Fetchen settling down into his saddle. We weren't just a pair of green mountain boys putting on a show. He was a brave man, but only a fool will chance a shot from a Winchester at forty feet. Knowing who we were, he now knew we would shoot, so he sat quiet and started to smile. "Sorry, boys, but a joke is a joke. We've come to town on business and want no trouble. Shall I say we apologize?"
That was like a rattlesnake stopping his rattling while keeping his head drawn back to strike.
"You can say that," I agreed, "and we'll accept it just like you mean it; but just so's there's no misunderstanding, why don't you boys just shuck your artillery? Just let them fall gentle into the street."
"I'll be damned if I will!" Tory Fetchen yelled.
"You'll be dead if you don't," Galloway told him. "As to being damned, you'll have to take that up with your Lord and Maker. You going to shuck those guns, or do I start shooting?"
"Do what he says, boys," Black said. "This is only one day. There'll be another."
They did as ordered, but Galloway is never one to let things be. He's got a hankering for the fringe around the edges.
"Now, Gentlemen and Fellow-Sinners, you have come this day within the shadow of the valley. It is well for each and every one of us to recall how weak is the flesh, how close we stand to Judgment, so you will all join me in singing 'Rock of Ages.' "
He gestured to Black Fetchen. "You will lead the singing, and I hope you are in fine voice."
"You're crazy!"
"Maybe," Galloway agreed, "but I want to hear you loud and clear. You got until I count three to start, and you better make sure they all join in."
"Like hell!" Tory was seventeen, and he was itching to prove himself as tough as he thought he was . . . or as tough as he wanted others to think he was.
Galloway fired, and that bullet whipped Tory's hat from his head and notched his ear. "Sing, damn you!" Galloway said; and brother, they sang.
I'll say this for them, they had good strong voices and they knew the words. Up in the mountains the folks are strong on goin' to meetin', and these boys all knew the words. We heard it clear: "Rock of ages, cleft for me, Let me hide, myself in thee."
"Now you all turn around," Galloway advised, "and ride slow out of town. I want all these good people to know you ain't bad boys-just sort of rambunctious when there's nobody about to discipline you a mite."
"Your guns," I said, "will be in the bank when it opens tomorrow!"
So James Black Fetchen rode out of town with all that rowdy gang of his, and we stood with our rifles and watched them go.
"Looks like we made us some enemies, Flagan," Galloway said.
"Sufficient to the day is the evil thereof," I commented, liking the mood, "but don't you mind. We've had enemies before this."
We collected the guns and deposited them in the bank, which was closing, and then we walked across the street and settled Pa's account.
Everybody was chuckling over what happened, but also they warned us of what we could expect. We didn't have cause to expect much, for the fact was we were going back to the buffalo prairies. Back home there was nothing but an empty cabin, no meat in the pot, no flour in the bin.
We had done well our first time west, and now we would go back and start over. Besides, there were a lot of Sackett kinfolk out there now.
We started off.
Only we didn't get far. We had just reached the far end of town when we sighted a camp at the edge of the woods, and an oldish man walked out to meet us. We'd talked with enough Irish lads whilst working on the railroad to recognize the brogue. "May I be havin' a word wi' you, boys?"
So we stopped, with Galloway glancing back up the street in case those Fetchen boys came back with guns.
"I'm Laban Costello," he said, "and I'm a horsetrader."
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Four Stars
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Great read
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Excellent Value and Nice Read
By Michael Gallagher
It's nice to get these two books together in one collection for about the same price as you would pay for each title individually in the Amazon Kindle store.
Louis L'Amour was not one of the most technical or long-winded writers, he was short, succinct, and to the point and had a way that grabs you into the story immediately. The descriptions of the scenery, events, people, and situations made you feel as if you were right there living it side-by-side with his characters.
With Galloway and The Skyliners, you have the classic Louis L'Amour situations with the good guy fighting the bad guy, a life-threatening conflict, and the good guy wins.
As I type this review, this combination of two stories is priced at $4.99, compared to $5.99 for Galloway and The Skyliners as standalone Kindle books: the $4.99 for both is a good value vs. $11.98 individually - you'll get a lot more than $3.99 of entertainment out of these!
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful.
One of Mr. L'Amour's greatest
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Some of Lamour's best work. Galloway is probably my favorite Louis L'Amour book because of the detail describing the magnififcent country in the La platta river valleys and the San Juan range in the rockies. The characters practically come to life and you can visualize the dusty street and the magnificent mountains in the background. Flagan and Galloway are great characters, simple, hard working, rock solid and the salt of the earth. It seems to me that they even express a sense of humility as Flagan always seems to shift the focus off of himself onto Galloway even though he is the main character in both books. Truly tough men are sure of themselves and humble because they know they have nothing to prove to anyone, and Mr. L'Amour expresses this so well because that is what he was and that is the life he lived. A perfect example is when they are minding their own business in the beginning of The Skyliners and end up facing down Black Fetchen's gang in the main street of town because they would not be intimidated by anyone.
I would love to some day be able to take a trip out to the setting of Galloway, the San Juan mountains, and to the town of Shalako that was created by Louis L'Amour. By far the greatest western author of all time.
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