“I wish you didn’t have
it.” Tancred hesitated. “You’ve fired a gun, Mr. Vesser. And you’ve probably
hit your target.”
“I’m better with a
rifle.”
“You’re not better
than they are,” Tancred said, earnestly. “There’s a difference in shooting at a
deer and—and a man. You have an aversion to killing—any normal man has—and whether
you’d want to or not, you’d hesitate before actually pulling the trigger on a
human being, They won’t. They’re killers.”
This brisk 1954 novel from Frank Gruber tells of Wes
Tancred, a sort of stand in for Bob Ford, of killing Jesse James fame. We follow
Tancred as he tries to live down a reputation of having killed his own legendary
outlaw.
This brief novel clocks in at a mere 144 pages, and while
not world-shaking in novelty, it plays the old game well and is not a bad way
to spend a winter afternoon.
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