Man Riding West/Grub Line Rider/Down the Pogonip Trail
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Man Riding West/Grub Line Rider/Down the Pogonip Trail
Letto da:
Dramatization
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Letto da:
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Dramatization
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Louis L'Amour
A proposito di questo titolo
Jim Gary had always tried to avoid trouble, but after he is forced to kill a Mexican gunman in a cantina showdown, trouble seems to seek him out. A shoot-out with the gunman’s vengeful outlaw buddies sends Jim on the run with an unwanted reputation as a dangerous gunslinger. And when he hires on as a cowhand, Jim risks being strung up as a rustler and murderer—unless he can use his wits as quickly as his guns.
Grub Line Rider
Most folks would call Kim Sartain an easygoing, peace-loving man, but the few who crossed the young drifter know there is nothing he likes better than a good fight. When cattleman Jim Targ challenges Sartain’s right to ride across an unclaimed stretch of meadow, Sartain decides he’ll do better than ride through: He’ll put down stakes there and homestead the land. There’s more at risk than land and pride when Targ hires a gunman to teach Sartain a permanent—and deadly—lesson.
Down the Pogonop Trail
Jeff Kurland didn’t have a gun; he didn’t have a chance. The rancher knew that even as he scanned the cabin for a weapon, any weapon. He was trapped with a killer who had a pistol in his hand and a bounty on his head, and outside the pogonip swirled and fell. Death would creep into the cabin with the bone-chilling cold or slice through him with the speed of a bullet. Either way, time was running out . . . for both of them.
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