I’ve always considered myself not-a-fan of Westerns. I found the movies dull and never wanted to read a Western novel. I am not intrigued by the Wild West and the plight of the pioneer family has never interested me.
After my dad was diagnosed with a fatal illness, I decided I would read some Westerns and we could finally discuss his favourites. Louis L’Amour was my dad’s favourite author, so I chose to read the Sacketts series. I never did get around to reading these with my dad, so now I am reading them in his memory.
I enjoyed this one very much, and I only wish I had made time to read it sooner. The story is simple, straight-forward, and told in such a way that I care about the characters.