|Black Trail (1980) [Novel]|
by James W. Marvin
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"Know what Crow used to say about liviní by your guns? Said it made him like a kind of alchemist. Said he was the first man in history to turn lead into gold. Yeah. Meanest son of a bitch ever. Crow."
No other name. Just Crow. Dressed in black from head to toe. The meanest man in the bullet-scarred annals of the West. Nobody ever turned their back on him. A cold voice in the shadows, a vengeful angel of death...
Time was when Crow picked up some business in Crossworld Springs, Arizona. A time he met the biggest, blackest man he'd ever seen. Name of Mavulamanzi. Spoke like an English lord. Seems he was hunting animals and needed Crow for protection, 'specially for his woman, a real English lady. Strangest hunting party Crow'd ever been on. Kinda enjoyed it... until the Apaches showed up. Had to admit there was no one meaner or crueller than one of them savages. Except Crow...
Original title: Black Trail
Genre: Fiction→ Western→ Gunfighters