“His face was a large red face, heavy, square,
course-featured, stubbly. It now expressed no emotion. Unhurriedly, he took up
a long thirty-forty from the sling below the stirrup leather, raised the sights
high, and dropped two bullets before the trail of the advancing party.”
This tale from the
highly regarded Eugene Manlove Rhodes is without a doubt well written, but I must
confess that thus far I have not been bit by the appreciation bug for this author.
It has descriptive power
and fine substance here and there but forward momentum was a bit lacking for this
reader.
The fault may be mine.
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