In The Sackett Brand , Louis L’Amour spins the story of a courageous man who must face overwhelming odds to track down a killer. Tell Sackett and his bride, Ange, came to Arizona to build a home and start a family. But on Black Mesa, something goes terribly wrong. Tell is ambushed and badly injured. When he finally manages to drag himself back to where he left Ange, she is gone. Desperate, cold, hungry, and with nothing to defend himself, Tell is stalked like a wounded animal. While he hides from his attackers, his rage and frustration mount as he tries to figure out who the men are, why they are trying to kill him, and what has happened to his wife. Discovering the truth will be risky. And when he finally does, it will be their turn to run. 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. Forty gunslingers from the Lazy A have got Tell Sackett cornered under the Mogollon Rim. They're fixing to hang him if they can capture him alive, fill him extra full of lead if they can't. But the Sacketts don't cotton to that sort of treatment. Hunt one Sackett and you hunt 'em all. So they're riding in from all over -- mountain Sacketts, outlaws, cattleman, bankers and the rest. They'll fight with Tell on this one -- if they can get there before Tell kills all forty hardcases himself. Filled with exciting tales of the untamed frontier, the Sackett series is one of Louis L'Amour's greatest contributions to American fiction. In The Sackett Brand, L'Amour spins the story of a courageous man who must face overwhelming odds to track down a killer. Tell Sackett was miles away from anyone he knew and he had no reason to think there were enemies nearby. But then Tell is shot without warning -- and when he finally come to, he discovers that all traces of his life have vanished. His wagon has disappeared and his beloved wife, Ange, is missing. Sackett vows to stop at nothing to find out what became of her. But when the truth emerges, it is more terrifying than he ever imagined -- and it will take all his strength to find out once and for all why the forces behind the mystery won't stop until Sackett is dead. Filled with exciting tales of the untamed frontier, the Sackett series is one of Louis L'Amour's greatest contributions to American fiction. In The Sackett Brand, L'Amour spins the story of a courageous man who must face overwhelming odds to track down a killer. A SACKETT WILL DO ANYTHING TO FIND JUSTICE Tell Sackett was miles away from anyone he knew and he had no reason to think there were enemies nearby. But then Tell is shot without warning -- and when he finally comes to, he discovers that all traces of his life have vanished. His wagon has disappeared and his beloved wife, Ange, is missing. Sackett vows to stop at nothing to find out what became of her. But when the truth emerges, it is more terrifying than he ever imagined -- and it will take all his strength to find out once and for all why the forces behind the mystery won't stop until Sackett is dead. Our foremost storyteller of the authentic West, 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. 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. chapter one   Nobody could rightly say any of us Sacketts were what you’d call superstitious. Nonetheless, if I had tied a knot in a towel or left a shovel in the fire nothing might have happened.   The trouble was, when I walked out on that point my mind went a-rambling like wild geese down a western sky.   What I looked upon was a sight of lovely country. Right at my feet was the river, a-churning and a-thrashing at least six hundred feet below me, with here and there a deep blue pool. Across the river, and clean to the horizon to the north and east of me, was the finest stand of pine timber this side of the Smokies.   Knobs of craggy rock thrust up, with occasional ridges showing bare spines to the westward where the timber thinned out and the country finally became desert. In front of me, but miles away, a gigantic wall reared up. That wall was at least a thousand feet higher than where I now stood, though this was high ground.   Down around Globe I’d heard talk of that wall. On the maps I’d seen it was written Mogollon, but folks in the country around called it the Muggy-own.   This was the place we had been seeking, and now I was scouting a route for my wagon and stock. As I stood there on that high point I thought I saw a likely route, and I start