Madigan's Luck

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Harper Collins, Oct 28, 1994 - Fiction - 192 pages
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One hope in hell.

Up till now, Dave Madigan's luck was all bad -- but that can change with one successful drive across the open range. He's got a contract with the army to round up fifty head of horses and deliver them to Fort Peterson, a hundred miles away. But he's also got an enemy -- a faceless rider who's been rustling his herd and shooting up his cabin. And in Clarion, where justice is cruel, swift, and often wrong, the townsfolk are itching to hang an innocent Mexican for the crimes. Now Madigan, who's always walked a solitary path, has to wear a deputy's badge to save his ranch and a life. But Dave Madigan knows that luck may play a larger part than law and his whole future may hang on a single shot in the dark.


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Page 47 - I don't want to take up any more of your time...
Page 81 - He could feel the hair rising on the back of his neck...
Page 76 - The thing that scares me is that whoever it was came looking for me, and for the life of me, I can't figure out why he did it.
Page 24 - He knew it was going to be difficult, if not impossible, to find the man who had stolen the horses.
Page 128 - If it weren't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all, Matt.
Page 11 - He tried to get to his feet, but the wind was knocked out of him, and he rolled over, gasping and clawing for his pistol and not finding it.
Page 25 - That self-reliance was being challenged now, but there was nothing he could do about it. If he took off after the horse thief on his own, he'd never make the contract deadline.
Page 133 - Rivera, for what it's worth, I believe you when you say you didn't take my horses or those cows. I believe you had nothing to do with shooting at me, or running off my horses. Sheriff Fisher believes you, too.
Page 172 - I don't know what got into me." "Same thing that got into everybody else, I reckon.

About the author (1994)

Bill Dugan is the pseudonym for a well-known western writer who has written over a dozen books. He lives in New York City.

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