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The Man With No Name #8
Blood For a Dirty Dollar
Vintage paperback
160 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published March 1, 1974
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April 21, 2012
One part spaghetti western mixed with one part gothic Eurotrash and a dash of steampunk equals a fun addition to the Man With No Name series. It is very easy to picture Clint Eastwood going up against the greedy bandits, men in iron suits, cagey newspapermen, and duplicitous insurance agents which litter this landscape of desert wasteland and impregnable castles. Big fun!!
December 31, 2017
The books in 'the man with no name' series are classic westerns. This is book eight and although parts of the story are predictable, all in all, I enjoyed all the books this author put together.
February 21, 2022
An extravagant adventure for the man with no name. A fun entry and not a bad read
July 19, 2008
Joe Millard wrote the novelizations of some of the Clint Eastwood Spaghetti westerns, and also wrote new books based upon the character of the "Man with No Name." This is one of the new adventures. I enjoyed it at some level but it wasn't up to the experience of seeing the movies in this case.
August 5, 2008
The man with no name.
May 3, 2017
One of the stranger 'Dollar' Westerns and that's saying something.
The plot is convoluted with all kinds of elements and twists. Some jerk from England, Lord Veldon, moves an entire castle, stone by stone, to the American desert, and refuses to move the treasure he was keeping to a bank. Two scientists, who were developing bulletproof armor and greasewood fuel, go missing and "brown butterball" Bandera has something to do with it.
The Man With No Name, Joe or Manco or whatever he may be called, goes in to investigate and runs into a Lee Van Cleef life insurance agent who had known "Bandy" since the Civil War days, and who is not the pacifist he appears to be. And there's a petty Eastern thief determined to sneak into Veldon Castle.
A pretty wild story, with Bandera as a formidable villain. Who else would dream up Medieval castles in the Old West?
Very fun to read. A few nitpicks, though. The Man With No Name still talks too much (would it be easier just for his thoughts to be written down?)
Bandera's physical appearance is awfully vague. He's only described with words such as "squat", "stocky", "fat", etc., and that's it. No mention even of what shape of his face is supposed to be, except for "broad". Millard could have helped us along a little more.
Everybody squawls a lot.
The plot is convoluted with all kinds of elements and twists. Some jerk from England, Lord Veldon, moves an entire castle, stone by stone, to the American desert, and refuses to move the treasure he was keeping to a bank. Two scientists, who were developing bulletproof armor and greasewood fuel, go missing and "brown butterball" Bandera has something to do with it.
The Man With No Name, Joe or Manco or whatever he may be called, goes in to investigate and runs into a Lee Van Cleef life insurance agent who had known "Bandy" since the Civil War days, and who is not the pacifist he appears to be. And there's a petty Eastern thief determined to sneak into Veldon Castle.
A pretty wild story, with Bandera as a formidable villain. Who else would dream up Medieval castles in the Old West?
Very fun to read. A few nitpicks, though. The Man With No Name still talks too much (would it be easier just for his thoughts to be written down?)
Bandera's physical appearance is awfully vague. He's only described with words such as "squat", "stocky", "fat", etc., and that's it. No mention even of what shape of his face is supposed to be, except for "broad". Millard could have helped us along a little more.
Everybody squawls a lot.
May 3, 2017
One of the stranger 'Dollar' Westerns and that's saying something.
The plot is convoluted with all kinds of elements and twists. Some jerk from England, Lord Veldon, moves an entire castle, stone by stone, to the American desert, and refuses to move the treasure he was keeping to a bank. Two scientists, who were developing bulletproof armor and greasewood fuel, go missing and "brown butterball" Bandera has something to do with it.
The Man With No Name, Joe or Manco or whatever he may be called, goes in to investigate and runs into a Lee Van Cleef life insurance agent who had known "Bandy" since the Civil War days, and who is not the pacifist he appears to be. And there's a petty Eastern thief determined to sneak into Veldon Castle.
A pretty wild story, with Bandera as a formidable villain. Who else would dream up Medieval castles in the Old West?
Very fun to read. A few nitpicks, though. The Man With No Name still talks too much (would it be easier just for his thoughts to be written down?)
Bandera's physical appearance is awfully vague. He's only described with words such as "squat", "stocky", "fat", etc., and that's it. No mention even of what shape of his face is supposed to be, except for "broad". Millard could have helped us along a little more.
Everybody squawls a lot.
The plot is convoluted with all kinds of elements and twists. Some jerk from England, Lord Veldon, moves an entire castle, stone by stone, to the American desert, and refuses to move the treasure he was keeping to a bank. Two scientists, who were developing bulletproof armor and greasewood fuel, go missing and "brown butterball" Bandera has something to do with it.
The Man With No Name, Joe or Manco or whatever he may be called, goes in to investigate and runs into a Lee Van Cleef life insurance agent who had known "Bandy" since the Civil War days, and who is not the pacifist he appears to be. And there's a petty Eastern thief determined to sneak into Veldon Castle.
A pretty wild story, with Bandera as a formidable villain. Who else would dream up Medieval castles in the Old West?
Very fun to read. A few nitpicks, though. The Man With No Name still talks too much (would it be easier just for his thoughts to be written down?)
Bandera's physical appearance is awfully vague. He's only described with words such as "squat", "stocky", "fat", etc., and that's it. No mention even of what shape of his face is supposed to be, except for "broad". Millard could have helped us along a little more.
Everybody squawls a lot.
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