War Party

War Party

by Louis L'Amour

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War Party by Louis L'Amour

Bud Miles was a boy when he crossed the  Mississippi. But Bud buried his father after an Indian attack, and as the wagon train pushed on through Sioux country, the boy stood as tall as any man. . . .  

Tell Sackett killed cougars at fourteen and fought a  war at fifteen. Now Tell was hauling dangerous freight—a soldier's wife and a fortune in gold—knowing that someone wanted him dead. . . .  

Laurie Bonnet was a mail-order bride who thought she was a  failure on the frontier. But when the chips were down,  she was the only one who could save her husband's life. . . . 

In these marvelous stories of the West,  Louis L'Amour tells of travelers, gunfighters, homesteaders, and adventurers: men and women making  hard and sudden choices and fighting battles that  could cut a person's life short—or open up a bold new future on the American frontier.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780553253931
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 08/28/1982
Edition description: Reissue
Pages: 160
Sales rank: 369,828
Product dimensions: 4.17(w) x 6.87(h) x 0.46(d)
Lexile: 870L (what's this?)

About the Author

Our foremost storyteller of the American West, Louis L’Amour has 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.

Date of Birth:

March 22, 1908

Date of Death:

June 10, 1988

Place of Birth:

Jamestown, North Dakota

Education:

Self-educated

Read an Excerpt

TRAP OF GOLD
 
WETHERTON HAD BEEN three months out of Horsehead before he found his first color. At first it was a few scattered grains taken from the base of an alluvial fan where millions of tons of sand and silt had washed down from a chain of rugged peaks; yet the gold was ragged under the magnifying glass.
 
Gold that has carried any distance becomes worn and polished by the abrasive action of the accompanying rocks and sand, so this could not have been carried far. With caution born of harsh experience he seated himself and lighted his pipe, yet excitement was strong within him.
 
A contemplative man by nature, experience had taught him how a man may be deluded by hope, yet all his instincts told him the source of the gold was somewhere on the mountain above. It could have come down the wash that skirted the base of the mountain, but the ragged condition of the gold made that improbable.
 
The base of the fan was a half-mile across and hundreds of feet thick, built of silt and sand washed down by centuries of erosion among the higher peaks. The point of the wide V of the fan lay between two towering upthrusts of granite, but from where Wetherton sat he could see that the actual source of the fan lay much higher.
 
Wetherton made camp near a tiny spring west of the fan, then picketed his burros and began his climb. When he was well over two thousand feet higher he stopped, resting again, and while resting he dry-panned some of the silt. Surprisingly, there were more than a few grains of gold even in that first pan, so he continued his climb, and passed at last between the towering portals of the granite columns.
 
Above this natural gate were three smaller alluvial fans that joined at the gate to pour into the greater fan below. Dry-panning two of these brought no results, but the third, even by the relatively poor method of dry-panning, showed a dozen colors, all of good size.
 
The head of this fan lay in a gigantic crack in a granitic upthrust that resembled a fantastic ruin. Pausing to catch his breath, his gaze wandered along the base of this upthrust, and right before him the crumbling granite was slashed with a vein of quartz that was literally laced with gold!
 
Struggling nearer through the loose sand, his heart pounding more from excitement than from altitude and exertion, he came to an abrupt stop. The band of quartz was six feet wide and that six feet was cobwebbed with gold.
 
It was unbelievable, but here it was.
 
Yet even in this moment of success, something about the beetling cliff stopped him from going forward. His innate caution took hold and he drew back to examine it at greater length. Wary of what he saw, he circled the batholith and then climbed to the ridge behind it from which he could look down upon the roof. What he saw from there left him dry-mouthed and jittery.
 
The granitic upthrust was obviously a part of a much older range, one that had weathered and worn, suffered from shock and twisting until finally this tower of granite had been violently upthrust, leaving it standing, a shaky ruin among younger and sturdier peaks. In the process the rock had been shattered and riven by mighty forces until it had become a miner’s horror. Wetherton stared, fascinated by the prospect. With enormous wealth here for the taking, every ounce must be taken at the risk of life.
 
One stick of powder might bring the whole crumbling mass down in a heap, and it loomed all of three hundred feet above its base in the fan. The roof of the batholith was riven with gigantic cracks, literally seamed with breaks like the wall of an ancient building that has remained standing after heavy bombing. Walking back to the base of the tower, Wetherton found he could actually break loose chunks of the quartz with his fingers.
 
The vein itself lay on the downhill side and at the very base. The outer wall of the upthrust was sharply tilted so that a man working at the vein would be cutting his way into the very foundations of the tower, and any single blow of the pick might bring the whole mass down upon him. Furthermore, if the rock did fall, the vein would be hopelessly buried under thousands of tons of rock and lost without the expenditure of much more capital than he could command. And at this moment Wetherton’s total of money in hand amounted to slightly less than forty dollars.
 
Thirty yards from the face he seated himself upon the sand and filled his pipe once more. A man might take tons out of there without trouble, and yet it might collapse at the first blow. Yet he knew he had no choice. He needed money and it lay here before him. Even if he were at first successful there were two things he must avoid. The first was tolerance of danger that might bring carelessness; the second, that urge to go back for that “little bit more” that could kill him.
 
 
IT WAS WELL into the afternoon and he had not eaten, yet he was not hungry. He circled the batholith, studying it from every angle only to reach the conclusion that his first estimate had been correct. The only way to get at the gold was to go into the very shadow of the leaning wall and attack it at its base, digging it out by main strength. From where he stood it seemed ridiculous that a mere man with a pick could topple that mass of rock, yet he knew how delicate such a balance could be.
 
The tower was situated on what might be described as the military crest of the ridge, and the alluvial fan sloped steeply away from its lower side, steeper than a steep stairway. The top of the leaning wall overshadowed the top of the fan, and if it started to crumble and a man had warning, he might run to the north with a bare chance of escape. The soft sand in which he must run would be an impediment, but that could be alleviated by making a walk from flat rocks sunken into the sand.
 
It was dusk when he returned to his camp. Deliberately, he had not permitted himself to begin work, not by so much as a sample. He must be deliberate in all his actions, and never for a second should he forget the mass that towered above him. A split second of hesitation when the crash came—and he accepted it as inevitable—would mean burial under tons of crumbled rock.
 
The following morning he picketed his burros on a small meadow near the spring, cleaned the spring itself and prepared a lunch. Then he removed his shirt, drew on a pair of gloves and walked to the face of the cliff. Yet even then he did not begin, knowing that upon this habit of care and deliberation might depend not only his success in the venture, but life itself. He gathered flat stones and began building his walk. “When you start moving,” he told himself, “you’ll have to be fast.”
 

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Angie_Lisle More than 1 year ago
I love short stories and L'Amour does them well. Booty for a Badman is the story of interest to Sackett fans but it isn't my favorite in this collection, partly because I don't like Tell's attitude toward the lady he helps. The Gift of Conchise took my favorite spot, followed by War Party, both for featuring strong female characters. Those two stories alone make this collection worth reading (especially to younger gals). Alkali Basin still has me perplexed; I've missed something with that story. But, on the whole, this collection is a quick entertaining read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Cums in your mouth
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
lil                                                                                 pokes stuff singing the hunger games song*deep in the meadow, under the willow, a bed of grass...' 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
lil                                                          mkay ill be there in a secooooond... *pokes stomach* hey you stop that!!*
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
lil                                                                             hai
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
lol                                                                                         hmmmm i like them, butrachelis mi moms name... venessa amanda madison and ariel are so cool! i love ariel!! dylan can suck it thats gonna be hr name...-:P     Hey!! jon! long time no see!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
lil                                                                           well, i know its a girl fo sure... but idk...  not my style, i like vintaagenames, like victoria, danielle, isabelle... but im not getting the vibe yet... dylan wont talk yo meh
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
lil                                                                              yeah...its.. a mess... idk what to call it..... its all a mess, but i forgave him and we are gonna try and raise the child, pass her off once i have her...  Right now... we need names..:P
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
lil                                                              (k:]) *sees your face* woah woah... not like that, shes not lukes, bbut shes only here cuz dylan tied me down.... hell im not like that!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
lil                                                                                      uhduh i wanna come!!!! what time zone though? im  in cali..:P uh me being pregnat though, shes not lukes
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
lil                                                                                      yeah im fine.. * smiles * ive got mine own news though... IM regnant!  
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
lil                                                                     i know!! i saw!! * hugs you and does happy dance* yay!!!! *stops and holds her stomach....eughwwww i shouldnt do tthat
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
lil                                                                            HEY KAT!!! I GOTCHU MESSAGE!! 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
lil to jessi                                                 ello! do i count as anyoe? :)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
lil                                                                         your nook famouss, sorta... not as fun as you think though, you cant get away with anything...O.o trust me..id knowxD
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
lil                                                           i dont get what that means kat...-__-
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
lil                                                                   what? i know who you are! i just dont know if you want meh to say becuse then everyone who sees mi comment will know.. :P
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
lil                                                                    O.o   creeeeeeeppyyyyy.....
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
lil                                                                          lol... yeah, thats the kat i know..xD no one else would say that...
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
lil                                                                                           pauses and looks downn.. OMG.. im so supid they wrote that yesterdayxD *laughs at herself and walks out*
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
lil                                                                       walks in sees joel and smiles* like omg! havent actually seenyou in forever! HAi KAT!!..wait i know you right?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
lil                                                so hows things? any better from yesterday? :)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
lil to kat                                                                                    oh! hey DA!!! whats up? :D
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
lil.. walks in... OMG so this is where everyone went like wow!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Its moi.....