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The Sackett Brand (The Sacketts #10) Paperback – November 1, 1985
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Tell Sackett and his bride, Ange, came to Arizona to build a home and start a family. But on Black Mesa, something goes terribly wrong. Tell is ambushed and badly injured. When he finally manages to drag himself back to where he left Ange, she is gone. Desperate, cold, hungry, and with nothing to defend himself, Tell is stalked like a wounded animal. While he hides from his attackers, his rage and frustration mount as he tries to figure out who the men are, why they are trying to kill him, and what has happened to his wife. Discovering the truth will be risky. And when he finally does, it will be their turn to run.
- Print length151 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherBantam
- Publication dateNovember 1, 1985
- Dimensions4.1 x 0.4 x 6.9 inches
- ISBN-100553276859
- ISBN-13978-0553276855
- Lexile measure890L
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Tell Sackett was miles away from anyone he knew and he had no reason to think there were enemies nearby. But then Tell is shot without warning -- and when he finally come to, he discovers that all traces of his life have vanished. His wagon has disappeared and his beloved wife, Ange, is missing. Sackett vows to stop at nothing to find out what became of her. But when the truth emerges, it is more terrifying than he ever imagined -- and it will take all his strength to find out once and for all why the forces behind the mystery won't stop until Sackett is dead.
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A SACKETT WILL DO ANYTHING TO FIND JUSTICE
Tell Sackett was miles away from anyone he knew and he had no reason to think there were enemies nearby. But then Tell is shot without warning -- and when he finally comes to, he discovers that all traces of his life have vanished. His wagon has disappeared and his beloved wife, Ange, is missing. Sackett vows to stop at nothing to find out what became of her. But when the truth emerges, it is more terrifying than he ever imagined -- and it will take all his strength to find out once and for all why the forces behind the mystery won't stop until Sackett is dead.
Our foremost storyteller of the authentic West, L'Amour has thrilled a nation by chronicling the adventures of the brave men and women who settled the American frontier. There are more than 260 million copies of his books in print around the world.
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Nobody could rightly say any of us Sacketts were what you’d call superstitious. Nonetheless, if I had tied a knot in a towel or left a shovel in the fire nothing might have happened.
The trouble was, when I walked out on that point my mind went a-rambling like wild geese down a western sky.
What I looked upon was a sight of lovely country. Right at my feet was the river, a-churning and a-thrashing at least six hundred feet below me, with here and there a deep blue pool. Across the river, and clean to the horizon to the north and east of me, was the finest stand of pine timber this side of the Smokies.
Knobs of craggy rock thrust up, with occasional ridges showing bare spines to the westward where the timber thinned out and the country finally became desert. In front of me, but miles away, a gigantic wall reared up. That wall was at least a thousand feet higher than where I now stood, though this was high ground.
Down around Globe I’d heard talk of that wall. On the maps I’d seen it was written Mogollon, but folks in the country around called it the Muggy-own.
This was the place we had been seeking, and now I was scouting a route for my wagon and stock. As I stood there on that high point I thought I saw a likely route, and I started to turn away. It was a move I never completed, for something struck me an awful wallop alongside the skull, and next thing I knew I was falling.
Falling? With a six-hundred-foot drop below me? Fear clawed at my throat, and I heard a wild, ugly cry … my own cry.
Then my shoulder smashed into an outcropping of crumbly rock that went to pieces under the impact, and again I was falling; I struck again, fell again, and struck again, this time feet first, facing a gravelly slope that threw me off into the air once more. This time I landed sliding on a sheer rock face that rounded inward and let me fall again, feet first.
Brush growing out from the side of the mountain caught me for just a moment, but I ripped through it, clawing for a grip; then I fell clear into a deep pool.
Down I went, and when I thought to strike out and swim, something snagged my pants leg and started me kicking wildly to shake loose. Then something gave way down there under water, and I shot to the surface right at the spillway of the pool.
My mouth gasped for air, and a wave hit me full in the mouth and almost strangled me, while the force of the water swept me between the rocks and over a six-foot fall.
The current rushed me on, and I went through another spillway before I managed to get my feet under me in shallow water.
Even then, stepping on a slippery rock, I fell once more, and this time the current dropped me to a still lower pool, almost covered by arching trees. Flailing with arms and legs, I managed to lay hand to a root and tug myself out of the water. There was a dark hole under the roots of a huge old sycamore that leaned over the water, and it was instinct more than good sense that made me crawl into it before I collapsed.
And then for a long time I felt nothing, heard nothing.
It was the cold that woke me. Shivering, shaking, I struggled back to something like consciousness. At first I sensed only the cold … and then I realized that somebody was talking nearby.
“What’s the boss so wrought up about? He was just a driftin’ cowpoke.”
“You ain’t paid to question the boss, Dancer. He said we were to find him and kill him, and he said we were to hunt for a week if necessary, but he wants the body found and he wants it buried deep. If it ain’t dead, we kill it.”
“You funnin’ me? Why, that poor benighted heathen fell six hundred feet! And you can just bet he was dead before he even started to fall. Macon couldn’t miss a shot at that distance, with his target standing still, like that.”
“That doesn’t matter. We hunt until we find him.”
The sound of their walking horses faded out, and I lay still on the wet ground, shaking with chill, knowing I’d got to get warm or die. When I tried to move my arm it flopped out like a dead thing, it was that numb.
My fingers laid hold of a rock that was frozen into the ground and I hauled myself deeper into the hole. The earth beneath me was frozen mud, but it was shelter of a kind, “so I curled up like a new-born baby and tried to think.
Who was I? Where was I? Who wanted me dead, and why?
My thoughts were all fuzzy, and I couldn’t sort out anything that made sense. My skull throbbed with a dull, heavy beat, and I squinted my eyes against the pain. One leg was so stiff it would scarcely move, and when I got a look at my hands I didn’t want to look at them again. When I’d hit the face of the cliff I’d torn nearly all the skin off grabbing for a hold. One fingernail was gone.
Somebody named Macon had shot at me, but so far as I could recall I had never known anybody by that name. But that sudden blow on the head when I started to turn away from the cliff edge must have been it, and that turn had probably saved my life. I put my fingers up and drew them away quickly. There was a raw furrow in my scalp just above the ear.
The cold had awakened me; the voices had started me thinking. The two together had given me a chance to live. Yet why should I try? I had only to lie still and I would die soon enough. All the struggle, all the pain would be over.
And then it struck me.
Ange … Ange Kerry, the girl who had become my wife. Where was she?
When I thought of her I rolled over and started to get up. Ange was back up there on the mountain with the wagon and the cattle, and she was alone. She was back there waiting for me, worrying. And she was alone.
It was growing dark, and whatever search for me was being carried on would end with darkness, for that day, at least If I was to make a move, I had to start now.
Using my elbow and hand, I worked my way out of the hole and pulled myself up by clinging to the sycamore. At the same time I kept my body close to it for concealment.
The forest along the stream was open, almost empty of underbrush, but the huge old sycamores made almost a solid roof overhead, so that where I stood it was already twilight.
My teeth rattled with cold, for my shirt was torn to shreds, my pants torn, my boots gone. My gun belt had been ripped loose in the fall and my gun was gone, and with it my bowie knife.
There was no snow, but the cold was icy. Pounding my arm against my body, I tried to get the blood to flowing, to get some warmth into me. One leg I simply could not use, but from the feel of it I was sure it was not broken.
Shelter … I must find shelter and warmth. If I could get to the wagon, I could get clothing, blankets, and a gun. Most of all, I could see Ange, could be sure she was all right.
But first I must think. Only by thought had man prevailed, or so I’d heard somewhere. Panic was the enemy now, more to be feared than the cold, or even that nameless enemy who had struck at me, and now was searching for me with many men.
Who could it be? And why?
This was wild country—actually it was Apache country, and there were few white men around, and nobody who knew me.
So far as I knew, nobody was even aware that we were in this part of the country.… Yes, there was somebody—the storekeeper in Globe of whom we’d made inquiries. No doubt others had seen us around Globe, but I had no enemies there, nor had I talked to anyone else, nor done anything to offend anyone.
Now, step by careful step, I eased away from the river and into the deeper forest. The sun was setting, and gave me my direction.
Movement awakened pain. A million tiny prickles came into my numbed leg, but I kept on, as careful as I could be under the conditions, wanting to leave no trail that could be followed.
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- Publisher : Bantam; Reprint edition (November 1, 1985)
- Language : English
- Paperback : 151 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0553276859
- ISBN-13 : 978-0553276855
- Lexile measure : 890L
- Item Weight : 3.39 ounces
- Dimensions : 4.1 x 0.4 x 6.9 inches
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- #728 in Romantic Action & Adventure
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"I think of myself in the oral tradition--as a troubadour, a village tale-teller, the man in the shadows of a campfire. That's the way I'd like to be remembered--as a storyteller. A good storyteller."
It is doubtful that any author could be as at home in the world re-created in his novels as Louis Dearborn L'Amour. Not only could he physically fill the boots of the rugged characters he wrote about, but he literally "walked the land my characters walk." His personal experiences as well as his lifelong devotion to historical research combined to give Mr. L'Amour the unique knowledge and understanding of people, events, and the challenge of the American frontier that became the hallmarks of his popularity.
Of French-Irish descent, Mr. L'Amour could trace his own in North America back to the early 1600s and follow their steady progression westward, "always on the frontier." As a boy growing up in Jamestown, North Dakota, he absorbed all he could about his family's frontier heritage, including the story of his great-grandfather who was scalped by Sioux warriors.
Spurred by an eager curiosity and desire to broaden his horizons, Mr. L'Amour left home at the age of fifteen and enjoyed a wide variety of jobs, including seaman, lumberjack, elephant handler, skinner of dead cattle, and miner, and was an officer in the transportation corps during World War II. During his "yondering" days he also circled the world on a freighter, sailed a dhow on the Red Sea, was shipwrecked in the West Indies and stranded in the Mojave Desert. He won fifty-one of fifty-nine fights as a professional boxer and worked as a journalist and lecturer. He was a voracious reader and collector of rare books. His personal library contained 17,000 volumes.
Mr. L'Amour "wanted to write almost from the time I could talk." After developing a widespread following for his many frontiers and adventure stories written for fiction magazines, Mr. L'Amour published his first full length novel, Hondo, in the United States in 1953. Every one of his more than 120 books is in print; there are more than 300 million copies of his books in print worldwide, making him one of the bestselling authors in modern literary history. His books have been translated into twenty languages, and more than forty-five of his novels and stories have been made into feature films and television movies.
The recipient of many great honor and awards, in 1983 Mr. L'Amour became the first novelist to ever to be awarded the Congressional Gold Medal by the United States Congress in honor of his life's work. In 1984 he was also awarded the Medal of Freedom by President Reagan.
Louis L'Amour died on June 10, 1988. His wife, Kathy, and their two children, Beau and Angelique, carry the L'Amour publishing tradition forward with new books written by the author during his lifetime to be published by Bantam.
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William Tell Sackett is scouting for a trail to reach the Mogollon Rim. His aim is to establish a ranch and raise a family there. He dreams of peaceful times and happiness. In this dream, he finds joy and contentment. He is not alone in this journey. His beautiful wife Ange accompanies Tell Sackett. In this journey that curiously symbolizes man’s journey into his promised land, humanity’s journey toward the paradise they had lost, Tell Sackett faces a challenge no man can easily come out from. The challenge is called death.
Toward the end of the summer of 2015, I was searching through Amazon’s online shopping site to see if any discount sales existed during this period. That was when I bumped upon Louis L’Amour’s book The Sackett Brand. The first reason I stopped on the book was the price. It cost only Rs 165. Then it was the cover. The cover of The Sackett Brand showed three cowboys observing the onlooker from a bar’s counter. No other cover image could have captured the spirit of the book so efficiently. And I loved them cowboys for their attitude—men who lived their lives carrying less for professional growth perhaps, and more for freedom and dignity. Thus, The Sackett Brand fell into my summer reading list.
The Sackett Brand is a serious book. It’s witty while being serious. Short and witty sentences make The Sackett Brand a stylish western thriller.
My short research revealed that L’Amour’s storytelling is so unique that he was able to command the mind and body of the reader through the pages of his books. Readers still feel that magic after twenty-seven years of his death. His narrative skills arrest the reader and takes him away from his daily reality. The reader is taken away into a world of adventure, love, motivation, action, and revenge. I found myself speaking, living and fighting for survival along with the protagonist in a wild west territory while I was immersed in the reading of the book.
Tell Sackett had two things to do to survive; one— to find who his enemies are, two— to hunt them. But he was a lone man. How could fight against forty tough gunslingers running across the country in search of him?
Louis L’Amour wrote 89 novels, 14 short-story collections, and two full-length works of nonfiction in his lifetime. He was born in 22 March 1908. He passed from this dimension into the other on 10 June 1988. This gives us, his fans to celebrate his 27th death anniversary this year. Although he primarily wrote western novels, also known as frontier stories, his books such as The Haunted Mesa is classified as science fiction. Many of his books became movies in Hollywood.
His full name is Louis Dearborn LaMoore. He was a boxer and had legendary number of victories in the ring. Perhaps, this real-time experience is the true inspiration behind many of the action scenes in the book. “The Sacketts” is a series that features adventures and exploits of the members of a large family called The Sacketts.
Towards the end of The Sackett brand, Tell Sackett deeply desires that he had company. Now he was a lonely man fighting forty others. It was natural that the man wished for someone to stand by him, to watch his back, although Tell Sackett alone was enough to handle the forty rowdies. Gradually, the news of a hunted man near the Mogollan Rim catches wind. The lonely man was a Sackett. Many others find it a bit uncomfortable, for it is their family name. What had happened to the man that carries their family name?
In a matter of days, the Sacketts all round up from every part of the southwest region.
Now they hunt.
Spoiler Alert: Louis L’Amour owns a biography that his books might envy. You can read it here: Louis L’Amour Website
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