Mojave Crossing Author:Louis L'Amour And it sure came to me, Tell Sackett! I was footloose and fancy free, with nothing but my thirty pounds of golddust and nuggets, me and my hair to worry about till I got to the ferry at the Colorado River. — Trouble found me there. Trouble looked like a black-eyed, black haired, pretty as a young filly and a hundred times more set to pitch, buck ... more »and throw any man.
Touble looked like a gang of hardcases, too, guns at their belt, fast horses uned their saddle, and ideas about other folks gold in their head.« less