Ride the River: The Sacketts: A Novel
Louis L'Amour
Language: English
Pages: 186
ISBN: 0553276832
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
In Ride the River, Louis L’Amour spins the tale of a young woman who has to protect her family fortune from a murderous thief and teach him what it means to be a Sackett. Sixteen-year-old Echo Sackett had never been far from her Tennessee home—until she made the long trek to Philadelphia to collect an inheritance. Echo could take care of herself as well as any Sackett man, but James White, a sharp city lawyer, figured that cheating the money from the young girl would be like taking candy from a baby. If he couldn’t hoodwink Echo out of the cash, he’d just steal it from her outright. And if she put up a fight? There were plenty of accidents that could happen to a country girl on her first trip to the big city.
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Help me down. “That’s a beautiful cane,” I said. “My father had one like it.” “Yes, I shouldn’t wonder. Inherited from your grandfather, perhaps?” “Yes, I believe it was, although Pa never had much use for it. He was always a strong walker.” “Of course.” He held the cane up. “It is just a little something I like to have with me. It has become a habit, I am afraid.” The tall, dirty-looking young man stood up quickly when he saw Mr. Chantry. “Yes, sir!” “Mr. White, if you please. Miss Sackett.
Fencing and such things, and not studying law.” “He is a good shot?” “Excellent, I believe, and a fine horseman, too. He is a great favorite with the ladies and a bit too sure of himself. Nonetheless, he’s a fine lad if a little too formal, too stiff.” Mr. Chantry glanced at me. “You mentioned your rifle? Do you shoot?” “Yes, sir. Pa started me shooting when I was seven. Those brothers of mine had been riding roughshod over me because I was a girl. “Pa, he said, ‘Look, bein’ a girl is a.
Breakfast in the morning, they were all at a table. Two tables. “Ah? Miss Sackett! You do look as if you slept well! Won’t you sit down?” Dorian was smiling and cheerful, but Oats looked sour. He shot me a quick glance but I ignored him, making as if I’d never seen him before. Elmer looked mean, but I would expect that. He was a young man who needed his sleep. “Buckwheat cakes and honey!” Dorian said. “This is living!” He glanced over at Oats. “Are you gentlemen going far? I mean, if there is.
I’ll give him that. His eyes opened and he followed the rifle barrel to me. I put my finger to my lips and indicated the dog, his hackles all bristled up. Dorian reached out a hand, and Archie sat up, drawing his pistol. The little fire we’d had had gone out, long since. There was no light but from the stars, and few of them. We sat quiet, listening. We heard faint sounds from the woods, expected sounds. Then a whisper of movement down below where we lay on the ledge. If we kept silent, they.
Macon stropped his knife blade on his boot sole. Sized it up, stropped some more. “You mind that nubbin of a girl from over by Tuckalucky Cove? Echo, her name was?” “The one who outshot all the boys over at Caney’s Fork?” “That’s the one.” Macon tested the edge of the blade on a hair. “She’s been down to the Settlements to pick up some money due her. Seems like she’s on her way home with a couple of pilgrims an’ there’s somebody after her.” “They better not catch up.” “Oh, she can shoot, all.