“Time had made changes in Hobart, just as it had made changes in the rider who had pulled up for a smoke at the edge of the moss-hung oak grove a quarter-mile north of the frontier town.”
This 1958 Fawcett Gold Medal title from Steven C. Lawrence is typical of many a Western. Troubled man with a misunderstood past, returns to the old homestead to face down rumors and assumptions and perhaps what lies in himself along the way.
My first title from this author. It is not a bad ride, but if that description made it sound familiar, well, the reading of it kept that same flavor throughout. It is not badly done at all, but the path is admittedly well-worn, and the scenery leaves little new to the eye.