The action starts quickly in this Louis L’Amour oater, with a man regaining consciousness having fallen from a window in an Old West town. The problem is, he doesn’t know his own identity, let alone who tried to kill him. Is he a good guy? Is he a bad guy? No clue, as amnesia has wiped out his memories, but he needs to find out quickly or lose his life.
After escaping on a passing train, the lead character finds refuge on a ranch run by the daughter of the late owner. But she is virtually a prisoner, as the property has been taken over by a group of outlaws who don’t appreciate the presence of the new man. He begins to learn, through various clues, about a gunfighter feared by all others, which means that gunfighter has many enemies. And when people look at him in a certain way, his identity creates a new goal, mainly to save the girl and the ranch, while fighting off so-called leaders of society. This dude is not to be messed with, but some folks just don’t learn.
I have become attached to L’Amour Westerns and pick up occasional titles when I find them. As usual, the author does wonders in describing the Southwest, to the point where one can almost taste the dry, choking dust and smell the creosote. The book reads almost the way a mystery would read, as we also are trying to decipher good versus evil and not really trusting our anti-hero. Are we always who we are, or can we become something different? L’Amour also focuses on the pretense of evil, showing the trust citizens will place on societal pillars, even when that trust is not warranted. His passage on appeasement is still very relevant today.
You cannot submit to evil without allowing evil to grow. Each time the good are defeated, or each time they yield, they only cause the forces of evil to grow stronger. Greed feeds greed, and crime grows with success. Our giving up what is ours merely to escape trouble would only create greater trouble for someone else.
A big thumbs-up for this thoughtful actioner, another winner from Louis L’Amour.
Book Season = Summer (bare bones)