Evening sunset was a magic time when peace grew actual shape and substance, as sweet as sugar to the sense. Only in the courthouse, the bastion of blindfolded justice on the plaza, was the sense of peace destroyed.
Another of O’Rourke’s spare, hard-edged but downright poetic efforts.
A formula tale of three desperadoes and the woman they take as hostage on one side.
On the other, a determined man and a strong-willed woman give pursuit.
Familiar in many regards but rendered a cut above by the talented author.
It is a good read, but I admit I am always comparing O’Rourke to himself. His novel, The Last Chance [also reviewed in this blog] is easily one of my favorite Western novels.
This work is no Last Chance, but it’s a fine afternoon all the same.