Here is a Western that’s a revenge tale but ends up being so much more than just that. It’s about corruption and how power and money can buy the honesty of local citizens, so that it takes an outsider to return to make things good. But because it’s L’Amour, there’s more grey than black and white, so that even the bad dudes have something going for them. Hard men for hard times.
He knew too little of what was going on here. He felt that he was like a blind man in a strange room filled with objects unfamiliar to him, whose design had no meaning for him.
Mike Shevlin rides into Rafter Crossing, a town where even the Sheriff is not to be fully trusted. On the way in, Shevlin has stopped at Boot Hill where he finds the tombstone of the one man he admired, an elderly Quaker who was shot to death. It’s all puzzling for our hero. How could a peace-loving citizen be gunned down and why hasn’t the Sheriff taken any action? There’s money involved. The local mines have high-grade ore but the mining has poisoned the water, so the ranchers have trouble watering their herds. Someone is pitting group against group, but who can it be? Shevlin will find out or die trying.
He was alone, as he had always been alone. And he would die alone, die somewhere up a canyon, when his shells ran out, or his canteen was empty and his horse dead.
Once again, I became involved with L’Amour’s writing, even though this isn’t one of his stronger works. There are many characters and some appear quickly and then leave altogether. But I still enjoyed the read because the author always makes sure the story’s hero has the qualities that defined the myth of the Old West. Shevlin is not to be messed with, as he will cut his wolf loose if anyone gets in his way. I would read a little bit at a time, so the book didn’t end too quickly. That’s a good read for me.
Book Season = Summer (sweltering mesas)