Bowdrie's Law Stories [Paperback]

BOWDRIE, TEXAS RANGER

Lawman, manhunter, peacemaker—it takes a hard breed of man to survive as a Texas Ranger, but Chick Bowdrie stands head and shoulders above the rest. The rough trails are his home, from the Big Thicket to the Pecos to the border. He’s dried by the desert sun and wind, scarred and toughened by uncounted gun battles, and when you look into his black eyes it’s like looking down the barrels of two .44s with their hammers drawn back. He rides in the name of justice, but he lives by his own law—Bowdrie’s Law. And if you’re thinking about walking on the wrong side of Bowdrie’s Law, you’d better start running. Fast.Our foremost storyteller of the American West,Louis L’Amourhas thrilled a nation by chronicling the adventures of the brave men and woman who settled the frontier. There are more than three hundred million copies of his books in print around the world.McNelly Knows

A Ranger



He rode up to Miller's Crossing just after sundown and stopped at the stage station. Stepping down from the saddle he stood for a moment, taking in the street, the storefronts, and the lighted saloons.

Turning abruptly he crossed the boardwalk into a saloon. The bartender looked up, swallowed hard, and then turned quickly to polishing the back bar. The loafers at the tables glanced at each other, and one picked up a deck of cards and began riffling them nervously.

Bowdrie's question warned them they had not been mistaken. "Where'll I find Noah Whipple?"

The bartender's Adam's apple bobbed. "He--they--they shot him."

"Killed?"

Bowdrie's eyes were cold. The bartender swallowed again and shifted his feet uncomfortably, staring in fascination at the man with the dimplelike scar under the cheekbone below his right eye.

"It was Aaron Fobes done it, Mr. Bowdrie. He's one o' the Ballards."

Bowdrie stood slCs