A Man Called Trent: A Western Story
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Early in Louis L'Amour's career, he wrote a number of novel-length stories for ''pulp'' Western magazines that he later revised and expanded to be published again as full-length novels. This is one of his early creations. A Man Called Trent opens on nester Dick Moffitt lying dead where he was killed by King Bill Hale's riders. His son Jack and adopted daughter Sally, who witnessed the murder, go for safety to a cabin owned by a man called ''Trent'' -- an alias for Kilkenny, who is seeking to escape his reputation as a gunfighter.
did not doubt. Few of the real gunfighters doubted. To doubt would have been to fail. There was the famous case of the duel between Dave Tutt and Bill Hickok as an example. Hickok shot Tutt and turned to get the drop on Tutt’s friends before the man shot had even hit the ground. Bill had known he was dead. The Brockmans no doubt felt as secure in the belief they would win as Kilkenny did. Somebody had to be wrong, but he could not make himself believe that was important. It was something he
in San Antonio, a man who had lived long in the Live Oak country, and who before that had lived in Missouri. When he left Cottonwood, he cut across country to the Apple Cañon trail and headed for the Chet Lord Ranch. He was riding through a narrow defile among the rocks, when suddenly he saw two people riding ahead. They were Tana Steele and Victor Bonham. “Howdy,” he said, touching his Stetson. “Nice day.” Tana reined in and faced him. “Hello,” she said evenly. “Are you still as insulting as
often, for it was slow going for the wagon. He watched it coming and watched the mules. They were good mules; Hale himself had no better. They would need to be good. At the bottom of the road he swung down, and, standing there with Quince Hatfield, he waited, listening to the strange, lonely sighing of the mysterious wind that flowed like a slow current through the dusty depths of the sink. Bartram was a hand with mules. He brought the wagon up beside them, and Kilkenny indicated the mules.
at me, Cooper,” Kilkenny suggested. “Me?” Cooper laughed lightly. “I’m not the kind, Kilkenny. Not in the dark, without a warnin’. I ain’t so anxious to get you, anyway. I’d be the hombre that killed Kilkenny, an’ that’s like settin’ yourself up in a shootin’ gallery. Anyway, I want to see the fight.” “The fight?” “Between you and Tombull. That should be good.” Cooper leaned against the platform of the ring. “Between the two of us, I ain’t envyin’ you none. That hombre’s poison. He ain’t
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