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Bantam. Good. 4.18 x 0.55 x 6.86 inches. Paperback. 1983. 208 pages. Cover worn. Text tanned. It was a name that caused the most hardened gunmen to break out in a cold sweat. Chick Bowd rie. He could have ridden the outlaw trail, but the Texas Rangers recruited him because they didn't want to have to fight against him. Pursuing the most wanted men in the Southwest he knew all to o well the dusty trails, the bitter cattle feuds, the desperate k illers and the quiet, weather-beaten, wind-blasted towns that cou ld explode into actions with the wrong word. He had sworn to carr y out the law, but there were times when he had to apply justice with his fists and his guns. They called in the Rangers to handle the tough ones and there was never a Ranger tougher or smarter t han Bowdrie. Editorial Reviews From the Publisher It was a name that caused the most hardened gunmen to break out in a cold swea t. Chick Bowdrie. He could have ridden the outlaw trail, but the Texas Rangers recruited him because they didn't want to have to f ight against him. Pursuing the most wanted men in the Southwest h e knew all too well the dusty trails, the bitter cattle feuds, th e desperate killers and the quiet, weather-beaten, wind-blasted t owns that could explode into actions with the wrong word. He had sworn to carry out the law, but there were times when he had to a pply justice with his fists and his guns. They called in the Rang ers to handle the tough ones and there was never a Ranger tougher or smarter than Bowdrie. From the Inside Flap e that caused the most hardened gunmen to break out in a cold sweat. Chick Bowdrie . He could have ridden the outlaw trail, but the Texas Rangers re cruited him because they didn't want to have to fight against him . Pursuing the most wanted men in the Southwest he knew all too w ell the dusty trails, the bitter cattle feuds, the desperate kill ers and the quiet, weather-beaten, wind-blasted towns that could explode into actions with the wrong word. He had sworn to carry o ut the law, but there were times when he had to apply justice wit h his fists and his guns. They called in the Rangers to handle th e tough ones and there was never a Ranger tougher or smarter than Bowdrie. About the Author Our foremost storyteller of the Ameri can West, Louis L'Amour has thrilled a nation by chronicling the adventures of the brave men and woman who settled the frontier. T here are more than three hundred million copies of his books in p rint around the world. Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All ri ghts reserved. BOWDRIE RIDES A COYOTE TRAIL Only a moment before , Chick Bowdrie had been dozing in the saddle, weary from the lon g miles behind; then a sudden tensing of muscles of the hammerhea ded roan brought him out of it. Pulling the black flat-crowned h at lower over his eyes, he studied the terrain with the eyes of a man who looked that he might live. His legs, sensitive to every reaction of the horse he rode, had warned him. If he needed more, he had only to look at the roan's ears, tipped forward now, and the flaring nostrils. Whatever it was, the roan did not like it. Soft-footing it along the dusty trail, he approached the grove o f trees with wary attention. He let his right hand drop back to l oosen the thong that held his six-gun in place on the long rides. There was no change in expression on the dark, Apache-like face except that the scar under his right cheekbone seemed to deepen a nd his eyes grew more intent. The trail he followed led along th e base of a rocky ridge scattered with trees and boulders broken off from the crest of the ridge and toppled down the slope. The s trawberry roan, stepping daintily, walked into the trees. Hold i t, boy. He spoke gently as he brought the horse to a stand. A few yards away lay the sprawled figure of a man. He sat his horse, his eyes sweeping the area with the attention of one who knows he may have to testify in court and would certainly have to file an account of his discovery. The man beside the trail was dead. No examination was required to demonstrate that. No man could take a bullet where he had taken this one without dying. Also, he was lying on his back with the sun in his eyes. No tracks showed nea r the body except those of the dead man's horse, which stood near by. From the size of the hole in the dead man's chest, the bullet had gone in from behind. Bowdrie turned in the saddle, measuring the distance, and his eyes found a large brush-covered boulder s ome fifty yards away. The killer had not taken any chances. Chic k still sat his horse. The killer had been smart to take no risks , as the man on the ground was no pilgrim. His was a good-looking face but one showing grim strength and the seasoning of many sun s and the winds from long trails. He also wore two guns, and ther e were not many who did. Bowdrie walked his horse closer, carefu l to disturb no tracks. He noted the chain loops hanging from the strap button of the dead man's spurs, looking from them to the h orse, taking in the ornate Santa Barbara bit and the elaborate ha nd-tooled tapaderos that hooded his stirrups. California, Bowdri e said aloud. He came a long way to get killed. Dismounting, he walked over to the horse. It shied a bit, but when he spoke it he sitated, then reached for him with its nose, cautious but friendl y. Your rider, Chick told himself, must have been all right. You certainly haven't been abused. He scratched the horse on the ne ck, his eyes taking in all the details. The rawhide riata suspend ed from a loop near the pommel attracted his attention. Eighty o r eighty-five feet, I'll bet! I've heard of ropes like that. Cali fornia, you were a hand! Texas riders stuck to hair ropes thirty -five to forty feet long and they worked close to a steer before making a toss. It needed an artist to handle such a rope, but he had heard talk of the California vaqueros who used ropes this lon g. Walking over to the dead man, he went through his pockets. Du st was heavy on the man's clothing. He showed evidence, as did hi s horse, of riding far and fast. The horse was a tall black, heav ier than most Texas cow horses, and was obviously well-bred and c arefully trained. He was a horse who could stand long miles of ha rd riding, and by the looks of him he had done just that. Riding to see somebody, Chick guessed, because from the look of you, yo u never ran from anything. Making a neat pack of the man's pocke t belongings, Chick tucked them into a hip pocket. Then he took t he dead man's guns and hung them from his saddle horn. The neare st town was too far away to carry a body, and there would be coyo tes. I mean the four-legged kind. Bowdrie, like many a long ridi ng man, often talked to himself. You've already run into the two- legged kind. He found a shallow place where the ground was not t oo hard, dug it out a little with a stick, and laid the body neat ly in the trough he hollowed. Covering the rider's face with his vest, Chick scraped dirt over him, caved more from the bank above , then piled on juniper boughs and rocks. When he swung to the s addle again he was leading the black horse. Starting away, he too k a route that led past the brush-covered boulder. A minute and painstaking examination told him little. He was about to leave wh en he saw the place where the killer's horse had been tethered. S omething caught his eye and he studied the rough side of the rock , scowling thoughtfully. The horse had waited for some time, jud ging by the hoof marks, and evidently had tried to scratch himsel f on the rock. Bowdrie gathered several tiny fragments of wood f rom the rough surface. Dry and hard on one side, they were fresh and unweathered on the other. Carefully he picked off several of the bits of wood, scarcely more than shreds, and put them in a ci garette paper. Hours later, when the shadows reached out over th e little town of Hacker, Chick Bowdrie ambled the roan down the t own's dusty main street to the livery stable. The black trotted b ehind. Sitting in a chair tipped back against the outer wall of a saloon was a man who watched his arrival with some attention. A s Bowdrie pulled up at the livery stable the man turned his head and apparently spoke to someone inside. A moment later the doors pushed wide and a man in a white hat stepped out and looked to wh ere Bowdrie was stepping down from his horse. Stabling the horse s, Chick rubbed them down with care, fed and watered them himself . A stable-hand, chewing methodically, strolled over and watched without comment. Come far? he asked, finally. Quite a piece. Wh at's doin' around town? Nothin' much. The hostler looked at Chic k's lean, hard face and the two guns. Huntin' a job? Could be. Herman an' Howells are hirin'. If a man's handy with a six-shoote r it won't hurt none. There's two sides to a fight. What about t he other? Jack Darcy. Pitchfork outfit. Young sprout, but he ain 't hirin' gunhands. He's got no money. The stable-hand's eyes we nt to the black. You usually carry two horses? It's handy someti mes. Chick straightened and his black eyes looked into the stable -hand's blue eyes. You askin' for yourself or gettin' news for so mebody? Just askin'. He indicated the black horse. You look to b e a Texas man but that ain't no Texas outfit. Chick smiled. That 'll give you something to keep you from sleepin' too sound. Somet hin' to think about, Rainy. Astonished, the stable-hand stared a t him. How'd you know my name? Pays a man to keep his eyes open, Rainy, Chick replied. When I rode up, you were diggin' tobacco o ut of your pouch. Your name's burned on it. The stable-hand was embarrassed. Why, sure! I forget sometimes it's there. Bowdrie w alked up the street, estimating the town. Quiet, weather-beaten, and wind-blasted, a few horses at the hitching rails, a stray dog or two, and a half-dozen saloons, a few stores. Only the saloons , a caf, and the hotel showed lights in a town deceptively dead. He had seen many such towns before. A wrong word and they could e xplode into action. The killing on the trail and the fact that a t least one outfit was hiring gunhands meant there was more than was easily visible. After booking a room at the two-story frame hotel, he went to the caf. Ordering, he sat at a long wooden tabl e and ate in silence. The slatternly woman who served him manifes ted no interest in the silent, leather- faced young man with the twin guns. She had seen them come and go and helped prepare a few for burial after they were gone. He ate thoughtfully, turning o ver in his mind the problem that brought him here. Somewhere in t he town of Hacker was a cow-stealing killer known as Carl Dyson. He was wanted in Texas for murder. Chick Bowdrie had been working out the man's carefully concealed trail for nearly a month. He was sitting over his coffee when Rainy came in, slumping into a s eat across the table. He had no more expression than Bowdrie. Pic king up the pot, he poured a cup of coffee, black and strong. Co uple of gents lookin' your gear over, he said without looking up. Figured you might like to know. One of them is Russ Peters, a gu nhand for the H&H outfit. The other was Murray Roberts, who ramro ds for the H&H. Thanks. Chick pushed back from the table. Where do they hang out? Wagon Wheel Saloon, mostly. A couple of sidewi nders, mister. Better watch yourself. Rainy's range- wise eyes dr opped to the guns in their worn holsters as the stranger went out the door. Or, he added, maybe they'd better watch out! Several poker games were in progress in the Wagon Wheel, a few punchers w ere casually bucking a faro layout, and four men stood at the bar . One was a tall, fine- looking man in a white hat and neat range clothes. The other was shorter, heavier, and roughly dressed, wi th a brutal, unshaved face and a mustache. He wore a low- crowned sombrero with a crease through the middle. He muttered somethin g to his companion as Bowdrie came to the bar, but the bigger man merely shot a glance at Chick and went on talking. Darcy better sell while the sellin' is possible. At this rate he won't have a nything left. The man with the creased sombrero stared at Chick. Right nice horse you led into town, he commented, and a good man y of us are wondering what became of its rider. Chick turned slo wly. His left elbow rested on the bar; his right hand held a glas s of rye. He stared into the yellow eyes of the man in the crease d sombrero, and somebody in the room swallowed audibly. Menace se emed to rise like a cloud in the smoke-laden air of the room. Bo wdrie's Apache face did not change. He lifted his glass and drank the rye, putting the glass back on the bar. Tension in the room was a living thing, and the studied moves of the young man at the bar awakened something in the minds of the onlookers. .

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It was a name that caused the most hardened gunmen to break out in a cold sweat.  Chick Bowdrie.  He could have ridden the outlaw trail, but the Texas Rangers recruited him because they didn't want to have to fight against him.  Pursuing the most wanted men in the Southwest he knew all too well the dusty trails, the bitter cattle feuds, the desperate killers and the quiet, weather-beaten, wind-blasted towns that could explode into actions with the wrong word.  He had sworn to carry out the law, but there were times when he had to apply justice with his fists and his guns.  They called in the Rangers to handle the tough ones and there was never a Ranger tougher or smarter than Bowdrie. Library Binding, Label: Bt Bound, Bt Bound, Product group: Book, Published: 1999-10, Studio: Bt Bound, Sales rank: 17513686.

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It was a name that caused the most hardened gunmen to break out in a cold sweat. Chick Bowdrie. He could have ridden the outlaw trail, but the Texas Rangers recruited him because they didn't want to have to fight against him. Pursuing the most wanted men in the Southwest he knew all too well the dusty trails, the bitter cattle feuds, the desperate killers and the quiet, weather-beaten, wind-blasted towns that could explode into actions with the wrong word. He had sworn to carry out the law, but there were times when he had to apply justice with his fists and his guns. They called in the Rangers to handle the tough ones and there was never a Ranger tougher or smarter than Bowdrie. From the Paperback edition.Taal: Engels;Afmetingen: 19x178x108 mm;Gewicht: 110,00 gram;Verschijningsdatum: december 1990;Druk: 1;ISBN10: 0553281062;ISBN13: 9780553281064; Engelstalig | Paperback | 1990.

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