L'Amour Louis. Silver Canyon

New York: Bantam, 2004. — 164 p. — eISBN 978-0-553-90001-9.I Rode down from the high blue hills and across the brush flats into Hattan’s Point, a raw bit of spawning hell scattered hit or miss along the rocky slope of a rust-topped mesa.This was the country for a man, a big country to grow in, a country where every man stood on his own feet and the wealth of a new land was his for the taking.Ah, it’s a grand feeling to be young and tough, with a heart full of hell, strong muscles, and quick hands! And the feeling that somewhere in the town ahead there’s a man who would like to cut you down to size with hands or gun.It was like that, Hattan’s Point was, when I swung down from my buckskin. A new town, a new challenge; and if there were those who wished to try my hand, let them come and be damned.I knew the raw whiskey of this town would be the raw whiskey of the last. But I shoved open the batwing doors and walked to the bar and took my glass of rye and downed it, then looked around to measure the men at the bar and the tables.