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The Warrior's Path The Sacketts A Novel [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  L'Amour, Louis
  • Author:  L'Amour, Louis
  • ISBN-10:  0553276905
  • ISBN-10:  0553276905
  • ISBN-13:  9780553276909
  • ISBN-13:  9780553276909
  • Publisher:  Bantam
  • Publisher:  Bantam
  • Pages:  256
  • Pages:  256
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-May-1984
  • Pub Date:  01-May-1984
  • SKU:  0553276905-11-MING
  • SKU:  0553276905-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100135945
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Filled with exciting tales of the frontier, the chronicle of the Sackett family is perhaps the crowning achievement of one of our greatest storytellers. InThe Warrior’s Path,Louis L’Amour tells the story of Yance and Kin Sackett, two brothers who are the last hope of a young woman who faces a fate worse than death.

When Yance Sackett’s sister-in-law is kidnapped, he and Kin race north from Carolina to find her. They arrive at a superstitious town rife with rumors—and learn that someone very powerful was behind Diana’s disappearance. To bring the culprit to justice, one brother must sail to the exotic West Indies.

There, among pirates, cutthroats, and ruthless “businessmen,” he will apply the skills he learned as a frontiersman to an unfamiliar world—a world where one false move means instant death.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 One


What I hoped for was a fat bear, and what I came up with was a skinny Indian.

It was lonely on the mountain, and I had been watching the sun crest the peaks with light. There was some mist lying in the valleys, and all around me the rhododendrons were in bloom, covering the flanks of the Blue Ridge and the mountains nearby. Seated among them, their petals falling across my shoulders and into my hair, I watched the path below.

It was an old, old path, old before the coming of the Cherokees, old before the Shawnees hunted these hills, as old as the first men on these mountains.

All through the afternoon there had been no sound but the twittering of birds, but I knew something was coming up the trail yonder, for I'd seen birds fly up from time to time, marking its progress along the path, whl“-
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