At last, Hagar knew what he wanted. he wanted that land and he wanted beautiful Sherry Bannister and he'd blast them all to hell if they blocked his way.
The above blurb for this would give one the prima facie impression that it's pretty cut and dry plot-wise. It kind of is and kind of isn't. There's a good deal of technical land speculation bullshit in this book that had me re-reading certain parts and still not comprehending them. Where buisness negotiations are present in fiction, my brain tends to shut down (I'm being honest here). But even so, there was enough beat em' up and shoot em' down that I at least wasn't tempted to throw it in the fire and then urinate on it.
Paul hagar has bought a piece of land in a moment of intuition, after being wrongly identified as a man named Carter John. This land deed is for a hundred and sixty acres called WAR BONNET PASS, also known as Bloody Quarter. It isn't long before Paul Hagar understands that he's bought a "hot potato" as its referred to at least five times; a piece of land that will give its owner power to control the whole county by controlling the flow of cows 🐄 to the railroad.Of course it wont be long until the deeds intended buyer is found and Hagar finds himself a marked man.
Instead of finding himself alone and outnumbered for the entire book, Hagar at least finds a little legal help from a lawyer named Nicolay, without whom Hagar would not have lasted long. Thats not to say he doesn't kick sufficient ass, because he does, but its clear that Hagar has bitten off more than he can chew by deciding to hold onto his deed.
Les Savage Jr. (Logan Stewart) gets pretty fancy with his prose, and especially when it comes to vocabulary. He uses words like 'tenebrous' and 'stertorous' for example; words which are not commonplace in westerns. His most outre character in this book is a man named Russian Poker. I don't recall him being referred to as anything else. As his name implies, he likes to put guns which are missing bullets, to his head, and pull the trigger. In addition, he gets all jittery when he can talk others into doing the same. Poker is similar to an Anton Chigurh in his philosophical intensity over the dumbest game ever invented. Aside from Russian Poker, there wasn't much to exite me here. There's violence, romance, and a strong lead character in Hagar, but it didn't quite flow like it probably could have, given the basic plot. I read Stewart's RAILS WEST a few years back, and I remember liking that one much more.