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Lonely on the Mountain: A Novel [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  L'Amour, Louis
  • Author:  L'Amour, Louis
  • ISBN-10:  0553276786
  • ISBN-10:  0553276786
  • ISBN-13:  9780553276787
  • ISBN-13:  9780553276787
  • Publisher:  Bantam
  • Publisher:  Bantam
  • Pages:  224
  • Pages:  224
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-May-1984
  • Pub Date:  01-May-1984
  • SKU:  0553276786-11-SPLV
  • SKU:  0553276786-11-SPLV
  • Item ID: 100088922
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InLonely on the Mountain,Louis L’Amour’s solitary wandering Sackett brothers make a stand together—to save one of their own.

The rare letters Tell Sackett received always had trouble inside. And the terse note from his cousin Logan is no exception. Logan faces starvation or a hanging if Tell can’t drive a herd of cattle from Kansas to British Columbia before winter. To get to Logan, he must brave prairie fires, buffalo stampedes, and Sioux war parties. But worse trouble waits, for a mysterious enemy shadows Sackett’s every move across the Dakotas and the Canadian Rockies. Tell Sackett has never abandoned another Sackett in need. He will bring aid to Logan—or die trying.Our foremost storyteller of the American West,Louis L’Amourhas thrilled a nation by chronicling the adventures of the brave men and woman who settled the frontier. There are more than three hundred million copies of his books in print around the world.Chapter I
 
There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning.
 
Pa said that when I was a boy. There was a hot, dry wind moaning through the hot, dry trees, and we were scared of fire in the woods, knowing that if fire came, all we had would go.
 
We had crops in the ground, but there’d been no rain for weeks. We were scrapin’ the bottom of the barrel for flour and drinkin’ coffee made from ground-up beans. We’d had our best cow die, and the rest was ganted up, so’s you could count every rib.
 
Two years before, pa had set us to diggin’ a well. “Pa?” I asked. “Why dig a well? We’ve got the creek yonder and three flowin’ springs on the place. It’s needless work.”
 
He lifted his head, and he looked me right in the eye and said, “Dig a well.”
 
We dug a well.
 
We grumbled, but whenl³'

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