Off the Mangrove Coast

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A collection of classic adventure...

From the jungles of Borneo to the hidden canyons of the American West, from small-town fight clubs to a Parisian café at the end of World War II, here are tales of betrayal and revenge, courage and cowardice, glory and greed, as only Louis L'Amour can tell them.

Here is L'Amour at his very best. A charismatic boxer itches to fight all ...

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Overview

A collection of classic adventure...

From the jungles of Borneo to the hidden canyons of the American West, from small-town fight clubs to a Parisian café at the end of World War II, here are tales of betrayal and revenge, courage and cowardice, glory and greed, as only Louis L'Amour can tell them.

Here is L'Amour at his very best. A charismatic boxer itches to fight all comers—but his only shot at the championship is in beating the man who ruined his father....

A beautiful movie star finds a dead man in her apartment and begs her ex-lover, a tough private eye, to clear her name....

A reluctant hero guides a diamond-hunting couple up a river ruled by headhunters and pirates in pursuit of a legendary stone and the mysterious warlord who guards it....

A young renegade sails the South China Sea with a trio of dangerous men in search of treasure, but when it's time to divide the prize, can he trust any of them?

Combining electrifying action scenes, vivid historical detail, and characters who seem to leap off the page, these spectacular stories honor the legend of Louis L'Amour.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Bantam has published 117 of L'Amour's books, with this collection being the second posthumous story collection (the first was Beyond the Great Snow Mountains) in a projected series of four. Duke LaMoore, as he was sometimes called, is probably best known for his westerns, but the versatile author was also beloved for his successful historical and contemporary fiction. These nine stories, originally published in magazines of the 1940s and '50s, feature typical and endearing L'Amour heroes--detectives, prize-fighters, Far East adventurers, cowboys, sailors and some hardboiled women. Only one story is a western. The others are more contemporary and take place all over the world, from Los Angeles and Paris to the jungles of Borneo. L'Amour's short stories are characterized by his legendary vibrancy, an element of mystery or suspense and recurring themes of revenge, greed, loyalty, jealousy or honor. In "Secret of Silver Springs," three outlaws unexpectedly face a tricky and deadly moral dilemma. "Time of Terror" is a clever mystery about a dead man who is not really dead, and a hapless victim whose quick wits prove that the reader should "beware of an honest man." The title tale depicts four desperate men searching for sunken treasure off the coast of Borneo, only to find greed and murder as their reward. Best, however, is "The Unexpected Corpse," a tightly woven whodunit with a "private shamus" and a delicious actress in over their heads in a puzzling murder investigation. Crisply written and fast-paced, these stories will have the author's fans clamoring for more, the sooner the better. (May) Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.|
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780553583199
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 5/1/2001
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reissue
  • Pages: 288
  • Sales rank: 361,387
  • Product dimensions: 4.16 (w) x 6.89 (h) x 0.80 (d)

Meet the Author

Our foremost storyteller of the authentic West, Louis 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.

Biography

Our foremost storyteller of the authentic West, Louis 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.

Author biography courtesy of Random House, Inc.

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    1. Also Known As:
      Louis Dearborn LaMoore (real name); Tex Burns and Jim Mayo
    1. Date of Birth:
      March 22, 1908
    2. Place of Birth:
      Jamestown, North Dakota
    1. Date of Death:
      June 10, 1988

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Fighters Should Be Hungry

Chapter One

A brutal blow in the ribs jerked Tandy Moore from a sound sleep. Gasping, he rolled into a fetal position and looked up to see a brakeman standing over him with his foot drawn back for another kick. With a lunge Tandy was on his feet, his dark eyes blazing. Fists cocked, he started for the brakeman, who backed suddenly away. "Unload!" he said harshly. "Get off! An' be quick about it!"

Tandy was a big young man with wide shoulders and a sun-darkened face, darkened still further by a stubble of black beard. He chucked with cold humor.

"Nope," Tandy said grimly, and with relish. "If you want me off, you put me off! Come on, I'm going to like this!"

Instead of a meek and frightened tramp, the brakeman had uncovered a wolf with bared teeth. The brakeman backed away still farther.

"You get off!" he insisted. "If that bull down to the yards finds you here, he'll report it an' I'll get chewed out!"

Tandy Moore relaxed a bit. "You watch yourself, mister! You can lose teeth walkin' up an' kickin' a guy that way!" He grabbed the edge of the gondola and lifted himself to the top, then swung his feet over to the ladder. "Say, Jack? What town is this anyway? Not that it makes much difference."

"Astoria, Oregon. End of the line."

"Thanks." Tandy climbed down the ladder, gauged the speed of the train, and dropped off, hitting the cinders on the run.

As though it had been planned for him, a path slanted down off the grade and into a dense jungle of brush that lined the sides and bottom of a shallow ditch. He slowed and started down the path.

Astoria was almost home, but he wasn't going home. There was nothing there for him anymore. He trotted along near the foot of a steeply slanting hill. He could smell the sea and the gray sky was spitting a thin mist of rain.

At the bottom of the muddy path lay a mossy gray plank bridging a trickle of water, and beyond it the trail slanted up and finally entered a patch of woods surrounded by a wasteland of logged-off stumps.

Almost as soon as Moore entered the thicket, he smelled the smoke of a campfire. He stopped for a moment, brushing at his baggy, gray tweed trousers with his hand. He wore a wool shirt open at the neck, and a worn leather jacket. His razor, comb, and toothbrush lay in one pocket of the jacket. He had no other possessions. He wore no hat, and his black hair was a coarse mass of unruly curls. As presentable as a hobo could be, he started forward.

Of the four men who sat around the fire, only two commanded his attention. A short, square-shouldered, square-faced man with intelligent eyes reclined on the ground, leaning on an elbow. Nearby a big man with black hair freely sprinkled with gray stood over the fire.

There was something familiar about the big man's face, but Tandy was sure he had never seen him before. His once-powerful build was apparently now overlaid with a layer of softness, and his eyes were blue and pleasant, almost mild.

The other two were typical of the road, a gray-faced man, old and leathery, and a younger man with dirty skin, white under the grime, and a weak chin and mouth.

"How's for some coffee?" Tandy asked, his eyes shifting from one to the other.

"Ain't ready yet, chum. Don't know that we have enough, anyway." The white-faced young man looked up at him. "They booted you off that drag, huh?"

Tensing, Tandy turned his head and looked down at the fellow, his eyes turning cold. It was an old song and this was how it always started.

"I got off on my own," he said harshly. "Nobody makes me do nothin'!"

"Tough guy?" The fellow looked away. "Well, somebody'll take all that out of you."

Tandy reached down and collared him, jerking him to his tiptoes. They were of the same age, but there the resemblance ceased, for where there was bleak power in Tandy's hard young face, there was only weakness in the tramp's.

"It ain't gonna be you, is it, sucker? You crack wise again and I'll slap some sense into you!" Tandy said coolly.

"Put him down," the big man said quietly. "You've scared the wits out of him now. No use to hit him."

Tandy had no intention of hitting him unless he had to, but the remark irritated him more. He dropped the other man and turned.

"Maybe you want to start something?" he demanded aggressively.

The big man only smiled and shook his head. "No, kid, I don't give a damn what you do. Just don't make a fool of yourself."

"Fool, huh?" Tandy could feel them backing him up, cornering him. "You listen to me, you yellow..." He reached for the big man.

A fist smashed into his mouth, and then another crossed to his jaw and he hit the dirt flat on his back.

Tandy Moore lay on the ground for an instant, more amazed at the power of that blow than hurt. The big man stood by the fire, calm and unruffled. Rage overcame Tandy, he came off the ground with a lunge and threw everything he had into a wicked right hand.

It caught only empty air, but a big, hard-knuckled fist slammed into his chest and stopped his rush, then a right crossed on his jaw and lights exploded in his brain. He went down again but threw himself over and up in one continuous movement. His head buzzing, he spat blood from broken lips and began to circle warily. This big fellow could punch.

Tandy lunged suddenly and swung, but the big man sidestepped smoothly and Tandy fell past him. He cringed, half expecting a blow before he could turn, but none came. He whirled, his fists ready, and the big man stood there calmly, his hands on his hips.

"Cut it out, kid," he said quietly. "I don't want to beat your skull in. You can't fight a lick on earth!"

"Who says I can't!" Tandy lunged and swung, only this time he was thinking and as he swung with his right, he shifted suddenly and brought up a short, wicked left into the big man's liver.

The fellow's face went gray, and the square-faced man on the ground sat up suddenly.

"Watch it, Gus!" he warned.

Gus backed away hastily, and seeing his advantage, Tandy moved in, more cautious but poised and ready. But he ran into something different, for the big man was moving now, strangely graceful. A left stiffened his mouth, a right smashed him on the chin, and another left dropped him to his knees.

Tandy got to his feet and licked his cut lips. The old guy was fast.

"You can punch, darn you!" he growled. "But this scrap ain't over. I'll fight until you drop!"

"Kid," the man warned, "we're fightin' for no good reason. You're carrying a chip but it's not for us. If I put you down again, I'll not let you get up. You know I'm not yellow, and I know you've got nerve enough to tackle all of us. What do you say we cut this out?"

Tandy hesitated, backing up. The man on the ground spoke, "Come on, son, have some coffee."

Tandy dropped his hands with a shrug.

"Mister," he said with a shamefaced grin, "I shouldn't have gone off like I did. I asked for it." He eyed Gus with respect. "You can sure use your dukes, though!"

"Don't take it hard, kid." The square-faced man smiled at him. "He used to be a prizefighter."

Across the fire the white-faced kid kept his mouth shut, not looking at either of them.

Tandy Moore shrugged. "Well he got me, but that fancy stuff ain't no good in a real scrap! Why, there's plenty of men in the lumber camps and mines could beat Joe Louis's head in if they had the chance."

"Don't kid yourself," Gus said quietly. "Fightin' is like anything else. A professional fighter does his job better than a greenhorn because he knows how.

"That fancy stuff, as you call it, is nothin' but a lot of things a lot of fighters learned over a thousand years or more. That's how scientific boxing was born. You were using it when you feinted and hit me with the left."

Tandy stared at him, then shrugged. "Ahhh, I figure you can either fight or you can't!"

Gus smiled at Tandy. "How many times have you been licked, kid?"

"Me?" Tandy bristled. "Nobody never licked me!"

"That's what I figured," Gus said. "You are big enough, tough enough, and aggressive enough so you could fight every night around hobo jungles like this one and never lose. In the ring, almost any half-baked preliminary boy would cut you to ribbons.

"I was through as a fighter ten years ago. I haven't trained since but right now I could chop you into pieces and never catch a punch. I was careless, or you wouldn't have clipped me as you did."

Tandy scoffed. "Maybe, but if I had a chance at one of those prelim boys you talk about, I'd show you!"

"Gus" — the square-faced man had seated himself on a log — "maybe this is the guy? What do you think?" Gus stared at Tandy with a new expression in his eyes. He looked him over thoughtfully, nodded slowly. "Maybe ... Kid, did you mean what you said? Would you want to try it?"

Tandy grinned. "I sure would! If there was a shot at some dough!"

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Table of Contents

Fighters Should Be Hungry 1
It's Your Move 52
Off the Mangrove Coast 61
The Cross and the Candle 84
The Diamond of Jeru 100
Secret of Silver Springs 168
The Unexpected Corpse 194
The Rounds Don't Matter 220
Time of Terror 245
Afterword 259
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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 10, 2003

    He is the best there is!

    I loved this book as I did all of his others as well. He has been my favorite author for years and I am yet to turn 18. His books are inspiring and exotic in their own way. He has a way of writing things that you can actually feel yourself experiencing also. I have loved his books for a long time and shall continue to. I would recommend anyone to read them as I think they are excellent reading material. I have read all of his books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 9, 2002

    Read it. Trust Me.

    My favorite story in here is 'The Diamond of Jeru.' I also loved 'The Unexpected Corpse.' Very good stories.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 29, 2000

    Disappointing

    I was in the mood to lose myself in some ripping adventure tales, so I really wanted to enjoy this book. But I didn't. None of the stories engaged me. They all seemed dated. <p> The only stories I came close to liking were the western 'Secret of Silver Springs' and the crime stories 'The Unexpected Corpse' and 'Time of Terror,' mainly because their styles were less 'pulpy' than the others. I wonder if so much L'Amour short fiction has been collected that the ones published today (we are promised yet another anthology next year) are his lesser stories. If that is NOT the case, then perhaps future L'Amour stories should be chosen by someone with a better eye. <p> It is odd that in her afterword, Beau L'Amour, Louis's daughter, lists pages of people from her father's past that she wants to contact for research on a biography. It is obvious she wants access to every shred of fact about her father. Yet, it would have been nice if this anthology had provided even a few facts about THESE stories. When were they written? In what magazines did they appear? Why were they chosen for this anthology? It also would have been a good idea to hire a current western / adventure author to write a foreword ¿ or, even better, hire a bunch of writers to write brief introductions for each story. Maybe that would have helped me appreciate the stories more or to at least view them from another, more sympathetic perspective.

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