Think about a strange town and you are on your way some where else and you get in trouble just becouse you are a stranger.
The only thing that I didn't like was the fact that you never found out the guy's name. He goes through the whole story as Passin' Through.
He topped the high ridge on a wild blue roan with a skull and crossbones brand. He was a drifter, reckless and hard, a man without fear and without a name. Some just called him Passin'---Mister Passin' if they were smart.
Not one of L'Amour better stories. But not too bad.
HE TOPPED THE HIGH RIDGE ON A WILD BLUE ROAN WITH A SKULL AND CROSSBONES BRAND. HE WAS A DRIFTER, RECKLESS AND HARD, A MAN WITHOUT FEAR AND WITHOUT A NAME. SOME JUST CALLED HIM PASSIN'--MISTER PASSIN' IF THEY WERE SMART. THE COLORADO HIGH COUNTRY HE RODE WAS BREATHTAKING, BUT ALL HE HAD ON HIS MIND WAS VENGEANCE. FOR THE NIGHT WID STUNG HIS NECK WHERE THE ROPE BURNS WERE STILL RAW. SOME GOOD CITIZENS FROM THE LAST TOWN LEFT HIM TWISTING SLOWLY FROM AN UNJUST NOOSE. THEY MADE A BIG MISTAKE WHEN THEY DIDN'T FINISH THE JOB BECAUSE HE ESCAPED AND NOW THERE WOULD BE HELL TO PAY BEFORE PASSIN' WAS THROUGH.
copyright 1985, tenth printing 1989, excellent condition
Dawna H (Dawna-Rose)