He sat motionless, starin’ ahead, aware of everythin’ around him. In this country, patience meant survival. Too often, the first to move became the first to die.
Crossin’ U.S. 550 can be a bitch.
Seein’ a quick openin’, he gunned across the intersection and found his way to downtown Durango, Western town, tourist town, train town and the Colorado mountain burg where the man he chased once hung his hat.
The man he chased was legend. Louis L’Amour, teller of tales, mostly
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