This is a five star Louis L'Amour western. It's necessary to say that in the beginning, because if you try to compare this book with (for instance) Catch-22 or For Whom the Bell Tolls or The Virginian or Starship Troopers or The Time It Never Rained you'll think it doesn't deserve nearly so many stars. I consider Louis L'Amour's westerns to be their own separate category, and I rate them within that category. And in the category this is one of the best.
There's a posse on the trail of a man who shot someone in the back. While "the code of the west" wasn't necessarily as prevalent as Hollywood and books would have us believe, it is true that shooting someone in the back was the mark of a coward. There's a folk song which speaks of
The dirty little coward
Who shot Mr. Howard
referencing the murder of Jesse James, who was calling himself Thomas Howard at the time, by Bob Ford - who shot James in the back while he straightened a picture. And we remember James Butler "Wild Bill" Hickok, and even the hand he was holding when he died, but not Jack McCall - who shot Hickock in the back. So when a man shot Johnny Webb in the back in Freedom, Arizona, the men of the town ride out to find and hang the man.
But it turns out that this isn't just some lowdown character. He apparently has a wife somewhere, he's obviously a careful and competent man in wild country, he can shoot very well, and he doesn't kill any of the posse even though he has the opportunity to do so. That's the beginning, but as the book goes on we get to see the Key-Lock man himself, and his wife, and some fictional history of the country - as well as the country itself, though L'Amour's descriptions in some places don't seem to entirely jibe with the map in the front of this edition. And as always, L'Amour is perhaps the best pure storyteller who ever wrote. He wasn't a great writer - he was merely competent, and the editing he got was never very high class either. But he could tell the living daylights out of a story, and I keep reading his stuff because that storytelling ability overrides the otherwise glaring flaws in his writing.
And speaking of flaws, one that really stands out here is the way the Key-Lock man's written communications are so much more ignorant than his speech. L'Amour did this all the time, of course, presenting the same character as alternately unlearned, and capable of very good English. And while it's true that the same person might communicate more formally in other instances than in others (I'm that way myself; the language in this review is more formal and correct than I use in casual conversation), it is not true that someone who can't spell anything, nor use any correct grammar, when he's writing a note will be able to speak coherently and grammatically when he's talking to someone. Someone may be able to speak and write either poorly or well as he pleases, but that requires the ability to use English properly. Someone who can't write proper English, doesn't know proper English, and therefore can't speak it either.
It was the instances of this inconsistency that are the only times my disbelief jars while reading this book. Otherwise, this is a great book for what it is. It doesn't aspire to great literature, and doesn't attain to it, but it is a great story, with someone telling it who is a master at storytelling.