Hondo Author:Louis L'Amour He was a big man, wide-shouldered, with the lean, hard-boned face of the desert rider. THere was no softness in him. His toughness was ingrained and deep, without cruelty, yet quick, hard and dangerous. Whatever gentlesness that might lie within him was guarded and deep. — He had been sitting motionless and still on hus buckskin for more than an ... more »hour. Patience was the price of survival, he knew that, and often the first to move was the first to die.
His name was Hondo and he could almost smell the trouble coming. Somewhere holed up in an arroyo were renegade Apaches, waiting....« less