Part 30 (1/2)
”Rellis - ” It came unexpectedly, with the sound of the screen door closing.
As Rellis turned his head sharply, the grin died on his face.
Flynn stood in from the doorway. He came on a few strides and stopped, his eyes on Rellis, his right hand unb.u.t.toning his coat.
Rellis wasn't loose now. ”I ... was just asking where you were, Flynn.”
”I heard you asking.”
”Listen, I didn't have any part in killing your friend.”
”Rellis,” Flynn said quietly, ”you're a liar.”
”You got no cause to say that.”
Flynn moved toward Rellis. ”It's said.” He paused, watching Rellis' eyes. ”I'm going outside. I'll expect to see you within the next few minutes ... with your gun in your hand.”
The Law at Randado (1954) (1954) Phil Sundeen thinks Deputy Sheriff Kirby Frye is just a green local kid with a tin badge. And when the wealthy cattle baron's men drag two prisoners from Frye's jail and hang them from a high tree, there's nothing the untried young lawman can do about it. But Kirby's got more grit than Sundeen and his hired muscles bargained for. They can beat the boy and humiliate him, but they can't make him forget the job he has sworn to do. The cattleman has money, fear, and guns on his side, but Kirby Frye's the law in this G.o.dforsaken corner of the Arizona Territories. And he'll drag Sundeen and his killers straight to h.e.l.l himself to prove it.
USA Today: ”Leonard has penned some of the best Western fiction ever.”
From the novel: Frye felt the anger hot on his face. ”Doesn't killing two men mean anything to you?”
”You picked yourself a beauty,” Sundeen said to no one in particular. ”Why does he pack that gun if he's so against killin'?”
Jordan said, ”Maybe it makes him feel important.”
”Now if it was me,” Sundeen said, ”I wouldn't pick a deputy that whined like a woman.”
Jordan was looking at Frye. ”Maybe that's what this deputy is ... only dressed up like a man.
Sundeen grinned. ”Maybe we ought to take his pants off and find out.”
Frye held his eyes on Sundeen. Just Sundeen - he felt his anger mounting. ”Sundeen, if you want to try, stop by the jail tomorrow.”
Escape from Five Shadows (1956) (1956) No one breaks out of the brutal convict labor camp at Five Shadows - but Corey Bowen is ready to die trying. They framed him to put him in there, and beat him b.l.o.o.d.y and nearly dead after his last escape attempt. He'll have help this time - from a lady with murder on her mind and a debt to pay back. Because freedom isn't enough for primed dynamite like Bowen. And he won't leave the corrupt desert h.e.l.l behind him until a few scores are settled ... permanently.
Dallas Morning News: ”As welcome as a thunderstorm in a dry spell.”
From the novel: ”I'm giving you warning now,” Renda said, including all the convicts. ”One more out of line and somebody shoots. You'll even think before spitting over the side of the wagon. You hesitate one second when you're told to do something, you're dead. You take one step in the wrong direction and you won't know what hit you.”
He turned to Bowen suddenly. ”You understand that?”
Bowen nodded, looking up at Renda.
”Listen,” Renda said, ”I'll tell you something else. That stunt you pulled a while back ... jumping off the wagon. You wouldn't get just twenty days for it the second time.”
He looked over the convicts. ”You get past the guards, the Mimbres have got orders to take your scalp. You won't be brought back here ... just part of you. To prove you're dead.”
Last Stand at Saber River (1959) (1959) A one-armed man stood before Denaman's store, and the girl named Luz was scared. Paul Cable could see that from the rise two hundred yards away, just as he could see that everything had changed while he was away fighting for the Confederacy. He just didn't know how much. Cable and his family rode down to Denaman's store and faced the one-armed man. Then they heard the story, about the Union Army and two brothers - and a beautiful woman - who had taken over Cable's spread and weren't going to give it back. For Paul Cable the war hadn't ended at all. Among the men at Saber River, some would be his enemies, some might have been his friends, but no one was going to take his future away - not with words, not with treachery, and not with guns.
New York Daily News: ”Very tough and realistic.”
From the novel: Cable stood over Dancey with the Walker Colt in his hand. It was c.o.c.ked and pointing directly at Dancey's head. Joe Bob and Royce said nothing.
Dancey said, ”You're not proving anything with that gun in your hand.”
”I don't have anything to prove.”
Royce said, ”You think we won't be back?”
Cable's gaze s.h.i.+fted. ”You'll ride into a double load of buckshot if you do.”
Royce seemed to grin. ”Man, you're made to order. Duane's going to have some fun with you.”
Dancey's eyes held on Cable. ”So one man's going to stand us off.”
”That's all it's taken so far.”
Hombre (1961) (1961) John Russell has been raised as an Apache. Now he's on his way to live as a white man. But when the stagecoach pa.s.sengers learn who he is, they want nothing to do with him - until outlaws ride down on them and they must rely on Russell's guns and his ability to lead them out of the desert. He can't ride with them, but they must walk with him or die.
Western Writers of America: ”One of the twenty-five best Western novels of all time.”
San Francisco Chronicle: ”Thrilling.”
From the novel: [”Carl Everett Allen” is recalling how he came to write this account.]
At first I wasn't sure at all where to begin. When I asked advice, this man from the Florence Enterprise Florence Enterprise said begin at the beginning, the day the coach departed from Sweetmary with everybody aboard. Which sounded fine until I got to doing it. Then I saw it wasn't the beginning at all. There was too much to explain at one time. Who the people were, where they were going and all. Also, starting there didn't tell enough about John Russell. said begin at the beginning, the day the coach departed from Sweetmary with everybody aboard. Which sounded fine until I got to doing it. Then I saw it wasn't the beginning at all. There was too much to explain at one time. Who the people were, where they were going and all. Also, starting there didn't tell enough about John Russell.
He is the person this story is mainly about. If it had not been for him, we would all be dead and there wouldn't be anybody telling this. So I will begin with the first time I ever saw John Russell....
[S]ome of my ideas about John Russell at the time are embarra.s.sing to put on paper. But I was advised to imagine I was telling it to a good friend and not worry about what other people might think. Which is what I have done. If there's anything anybody wants to skip, like innermost thoughts in places, just go ahead.
The Moons.h.i.+ne War (1969) (1969) The hill folk of Broke-Leg Country, Kentucky, believed that if the good Lord meant for corn to grow, He also meant for it to be distilled, in spite of the pa.s.sage of a Federal law called the 18th Amendment, or Prohibition. And if a man wanted to get some really good sippin' whiskey, Son Martin was the one to see. Son not only made the best moons.h.i.+ne in the area, but it was rumored that he had hidden somewhere on his hill farm his old daddy's cache of 150 barrels of eight-year old corn whiskey. Of course n.o.body had ever found any of the liquor, but Son never said that it wasn't there.
Then one day the tranquility of Broke-Leg County was interrupted by the sudden appearance of Frank Long, an old army buddy of Son's who knew about the whiskey and was not a Prohibition agent. But his presence had a different purpose than his job as a revenue man. Frank wanted the hidden whiskey to bootleg on his own, and he was willing to use his official position to get it.
In the attempt, he set neighbor against neighbor, and the Moons.h.i.+ne War was on. Involved were Prohibition agents, Louisville gangsters, and local moons.h.i.+ners, and as the hills of Kentucky rang with their gunshots, each side fought to learn Son's secret. As the bullets got thicker, Son was left alone, standing on his principles and waiting for his chance to bring the War to its startling and unexpected climax.
The New York Times: ”Before Leonard tackled Detroit's mean streets, he turned out a handful of backwoods crime novels, including this rough-edged little jewel. It's no surprise that the Big Boys want to take over Son Martin's still. After all, Son makes the best whiskey in Marlett, Kentucky: 'He let his mash sit a full six or seven days and didn't put a lot of devilment in it, like buckeye beans or carbide or lye.' Archetypes fly as fast as fists in this mythic exploration of the rugged individualist as whiskey-maker.”
Valdez Is Coming (1970) (1970) They laughed at Roberto Valdez and then ignored him. But when a dark-skinned man was holed up in a shack with a gun, they sent the part-time town constable to deal with the problem - and made sure he had no choice but to gun the fugitive down. Trouble was, Valdez killed an innocent man. And when he asked for justice - and some money for the dead man's woman - they beat Valdez and tied him to a cross. They were still laughing when Valdez came back. And then they began to die...
USA Today: ”Although known for his mysteries, Leonard has penned some of the best Western fiction ever, including Valdez Is Coming Valdez Is Coming.”
Was.h.i.+ngton Post Book World: ”A Leonard novel that still holds up as one of his very best.”
From the novel: ”Your minute's up, boy.” Mr. Tanner glanced at his segundo again. ”Teach him something.”