When Grotton's boys bushwhacked the herd, they had one grim order: leave no witnesses alive. For justice was rough on the untamed plains of Kansas, and cattle-stealing was a hanging charge.
But two men survived the massacre. Rem McAllister was one of them, and seeing his fellow cowpokes die had turned him into a ruthless killing-machine. So as soon as the rustlers realized he was alive and on the loose, another order went out:
Matt Chisholm was one of the western authors who inspired me to become one, particularly when I discovered he was, like me, English. Rem McAllister, hero of many Chisholm westerns, is part of a cattle outfit driving a herd up from Texas. Entering Kansas, they’re attacked by a gang of ruthless jayhawkers. Only McAllister and another cowhand survive the subsequent massacre, and set about exacting their revenge. KILL McALLISTER is Chisholm at the top of his game, with all his skills on display. The tale moves at a cracking pace, the setting is gritty and authentic, the action exciting and realistic, and Chisholm provides enough nuanced characterisation to avoid cliché. And the writing is a joy, as expert as Elmore Leonard, terse but also witty, and immensely readable. Only a few unlikely details, and a slightly rushed ending, prevent me from giving it five stars.