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A Bullet for Sartain — Frank Leslie
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Published:
Jul-2014 -
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Action Adventure -
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125 -
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FROM THE CELEBRATED AUTHOR OF THE YAKIMA HENRY NOVELS COMES A BRAND NEW WESTERN ADVENTURE SERIES...
Mike Sartain, the Revenger, grew up in the French Quarter of New Orleans where he was taught how to fight by some of the toughest, meanest SOBs in any port.
He was taught how to love by some of the most beautiful women in the world.
When the War Between the States broke out, the young Cajun lied about his age to join the Confederacy. At war's end, he came west and joined the frontier cavalry. Wounded by Apaches in Arizona, he was nursed back to health by a gnarly old prospector and his beautiful daughter, Jewel.
When the prospector and Jewel were viciously murdered by marauding Yankee bluecoats, Sartain hunted the soldiers down and killed them one by one in his own fierce Cajun style. Killing the prospector had been bad enough. Killing Jewel had been far worse, for the young beauty had been carrying Sartain's unborn child.
That's how Mike Sartain's lust for revenge got started. That's how he became a wanted man, with a dead-or-alive price on his head.
Now, with no choice but to keep on riding, the Revenger rides for anyone who has a justifiable ax to grind...
REVENGER 1: A BULLET FOR SARTAIN
In the first book in this brand-new, sexy, all-action western series, the Cajun is lured into a trap baited with two names from his New Orleans past. When his best friend takes a bullet meant for him, the Revenger straps on his LeMat and rides for his own white-hot brand of revenge once more...
From the Novel:
Lightning flashed off the high, craggy peaks surrounding Black Bird Gulch, telling Sartain he'd reached his destination. Water roared in the creek beyond the cottonwoods and willows to his right.
As he steered the jittery stallion around a trail bend, a blur of orange light shone about fifty yards ahead. Cottonwoods, willows, and boulders fallen from the surrounding ridges made the trail a vague, black corridor.
Good place for an ambush.
As Sartain lifted a corner of his oil slicker above his holster, he touched his LeMat's pearl grips and wondered why Buffalo hadn't met him.
The horse slogged through the mud. Sartain swung his head from left to right, using the intermittent lightning flashes to scour the nooks and crannies for drygulchers. As the trail began opening ahead like a tunnel mouth, something obscured the lighted windows of the roadhouse - a branch hanging from a cottonwood. Probably broken off by a lightning strike or the wind.
As Sartain drew closer, it became more and more apparent that what hung from the cottonwood looming blackly on the right side of the trail was no broken branch. An icy knife stabbed his bowels.
He reined the horse up before the tree, stared up at the object. Lightning flashed and thunder cracked like simultaneous Howitzer blasts. The sudden, brief illumination showed Buffalo McCluskey hanging from an arching branch of the cottonwood, boots turning slowly three feet above the muddy trail.
Mike Sartain, the Revenger, grew up in the French Quarter of New Orleans where he was taught how to fight by some of the toughest, meanest SOBs in any port.
He was taught how to love by some of the most beautiful women in the world.
When the War Between the States broke out, the young Cajun lied about his age to join the Confederacy. At war's end, he came west and joined the frontier cavalry. Wounded by Apaches in Arizona, he was nursed back to health by a gnarly old prospector and his beautiful daughter, Jewel.
When the prospector and Jewel were viciously murdered by marauding Yankee bluecoats, Sartain hunted the soldiers down and killed them one by one in his own fierce Cajun style. Killing the prospector had been bad enough. Killing Jewel had been far worse, for the young beauty had been carrying Sartain's unborn child.
That's how Mike Sartain's lust for revenge got started. That's how he became a wanted man, with a dead-or-alive price on his head.
Now, with no choice but to keep on riding, the Revenger rides for anyone who has a justifiable ax to grind...
REVENGER 1: A BULLET FOR SARTAIN
In the first book in this brand-new, sexy, all-action western series, the Cajun is lured into a trap baited with two names from his New Orleans past. When his best friend takes a bullet meant for him, the Revenger straps on his LeMat and rides for his own white-hot brand of revenge once more...
From the Novel:
Lightning flashed off the high, craggy peaks surrounding Black Bird Gulch, telling Sartain he'd reached his destination. Water roared in the creek beyond the cottonwoods and willows to his right.
As he steered the jittery stallion around a trail bend, a blur of orange light shone about fifty yards ahead. Cottonwoods, willows, and boulders fallen from the surrounding ridges made the trail a vague, black corridor.
Good place for an ambush.
As Sartain lifted a corner of his oil slicker above his holster, he touched his LeMat's pearl grips and wondered why Buffalo hadn't met him.
The horse slogged through the mud. Sartain swung his head from left to right, using the intermittent lightning flashes to scour the nooks and crannies for drygulchers. As the trail began opening ahead like a tunnel mouth, something obscured the lighted windows of the roadhouse - a branch hanging from a cottonwood. Probably broken off by a lightning strike or the wind.
As Sartain drew closer, it became more and more apparent that what hung from the cottonwood looming blackly on the right side of the trail was no broken branch. An icy knife stabbed his bowels.
He reined the horse up before the tree, stared up at the object. Lightning flashed and thunder cracked like simultaneous Howitzer blasts. The sudden, brief illumination showed Buffalo McCluskey hanging from an arching branch of the cottonwood, boots turning slowly three feet above the muddy trail.
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