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A Noose For The Desperado

Auhtor: Clifton Adams

Language: english

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Review by Chandler, August 2006


Rating: (****)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Summary of the Book 'A Noose For The Desperado':

A Noose For The Desperado by Clifton Adams. He came forward slowly in that curious toe-heel gait that Indians have. With a big left hand he grabbed Marta by the hair and jerked her half out of the chair. I hit him in the face and pulled Marta behind me. Keep your damn hands off her if you want to go on living I said. He was surprised. The next thing I knew his gun was coming out of the holster.

Excerpts from the Book 'A Noose For The Desperado':


... the pistols in my hands, but I wasn't doing any good. I looked back at the high ground just in time to see Kreyler and his men clawing their way ...
... make quite a team. We might, at that. He looked at me for a while. Then he slid over on his elbow. He must have passed out then, because ...
... over again? The kid just sat there looking stupid. Kreyler jerked him up by the front of his shirt and hit him again. Away down in the cellar ...
... and Marta was drifting with the wind. The Marshal was her man now. She had stopped her bawling and thought things over, and she had come to ...
... out and beat the brush until I scared out a couple of swamp rabbits, and we ate them for supper that night. The next day Bama's leg began to act ...
... came to do it I didn't have the guts for it. For one thing, I wasn't at all sure that the kid would be willing to leave Bama and come with me. And, ...
... in a grin you got the idea that she would like to sink them into your throat. She wore the usual loud skirt and fancy blouse with a lot of needlework ...
... maybe it was Pappy himself. Well, that settled it. I couldn't outride my reputation, so I might as well try to live with it. At least until I thought ...
... but I wasn't sure that I liked it. Take your time, the fat man said. Make up your mind and let me know. Say tomorrow? All right, I ...
... enough to stay drunk from one job to the other. Not that he can't well afford it-he profits by thousands of dollars from our smuggler raids. He downed ...
... me out of twenty bales of cotton, so I shot him four times right in the gut. Have a drink? No, thanks, I said. He poured himself another ...
... cursed her. I checked the loading of my rifle over and over and up and down the line I could hear other nervous men doing the same thing. If this ...
... with Black Joseph. He blinked again. Then he shrugged, smiling that lopsided smile of his. To hell with him, he said. Well, I guess another ...
... his arms again, as if he had just proved something. The girl didn't say anything. She just stood there looking at me, and I had a feeling that ...
... had found the answer in whisky. It even occurred to me that maybe Marta was the answer for me, that maybe she was right and I needed her. But ...
... at a real gunman and being a little stunned and awed by it. I said, For Christ's sake, Bama, shut up. Bama grinned a little, sadly, and shrugged. ...
... at it long enough. And the first loose end was that smuggler raid. Killing was one thing, but killing like that was something else and would never ...
... give himself up. But then I remembered the ledger, and the kid was the only one who could take care of that for me. And that had to be taken care ...
... go up against a smuggler train with an Indian guard, if they know about it. I thought a minute. They will this time, because we can't wait for ...
... close enough to shake hands with. I let about half the train go by and said, Suck your guts in and pick out a target. Then I got an Indian's ...