Shane
Jack Schaefer
Paperback
(Bantam Pathfinder, Aug. 16, 1950)
He rode into our valley in the summer of '89, a slim man, dressed in black. ~ "Call me Shane," he said. ~ He never told us more. ~ There was a deadly calm in the valley that summer, a slow, climbing tension that seemed to focus on Shane. ~ "There's something about him," Mother said. "Something...dangerous..." ~ "He's dangerous all right," Father said,...but not to us..." ~ "He's like one of these here slow burning fuses," the mule skinner said. ~ "Quiet...so quiet you forget it's burning til it sets off a hell of a blow of trouble. ~ And there's trouble brewing."
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