Zusatztext Bantam Books proudly publishes the newest Louis L'Amour hardcover: May There Be a Road Available now! Informationen zum Autor Louis L'Amour is the only novelist in history to receive both the Presidential Medal of Freedom and the Congressional Gold Medal. He has published ninety novels; twenty-nine short-story collections; two works of nonfiction; a memoir, Education of a Wandering Man; and a volume of poetry, Smoke from This Altar . There are more than 300 million copies of his books in print. Klappentext In Treasure Mountain, Louis L'Amour delivers a robust story of two brothers searching to learn the fate of their missing father-and finding themselves in a struggle just to stay alive. Orrin and Tell Sackett had come to exotic New Orleans looking for answers to their father's disappearance twenty years before. To uncover the truth, the brothers enlisted the aid of a trailwise Gypsy and a mysterious voodoo priest as they sought to re-create their father's last trek. But Louisiana is a dangerous land, and with one misstep the brothers could disappear in the bayous before they even set foot on the trail-a trail that led to whatever legacy their father had left behind . . . and a secret worth killing for. Zusammenfassung In Treasure Mountain ! Louis L'Amour delivers a robust story of two brothers searching to learn the fate of their missing fatherand finding themselves in a struggle just to stay alive. Orrin and Tell Sackett had come to exotic New Orleans looking for answers to their father's disappearance twenty years before. To uncover the truth! the brothers enlisted the aid of a trailwise Gypsy and a mysterious voodoo priest as they sought to re-create their father's last trek. But Louisiana is a dangerous land! and with one misstep the brothers could disappear in the bayous before they even set foot on the traila trail that led to whatever legacy their father had left behind . . . and a secret worth killing for. ...

Bantam Books proudly publishes the newest Louis L’Amour hardcover:

**May There Be a Road
**
Available now!

Autorentext

Louis L’Amour is the only novelist in history to receive both the Presidential Medal of Freedom and the Congressional Gold Medal. He has published ninety novels; twenty-nine short-story collections; two works of nonfiction; a memoir, Education of a Wandering Man; and a volume of poetry, Smoke from This Altar. There are more than 300 million copies of his books in print.

Klappentext

In Treasure Mountain, Louis L'Amour delivers a robust story of two brothers searching to learn the fate of their missing father-and finding themselves in a struggle just to stay alive.

Orrin and Tell Sackett had come to exotic New Orleans looking for answers to their father's disappearance twenty years before. To uncover the truth, the brothers enlisted the aid of a trailwise Gypsy and a mysterious voodoo priest as they sought to re-create their father's last trek. But Louisiana is a dangerous land, and with one misstep the brothers could disappear in the bayous before they even set foot on the trail-a trail that led to whatever legacy their father had left behind . . . and a secret worth killing for.

Zusammenfassung
In Treasure Mountain, Louis L’Amour delivers a robust story of two brothers searching to learn the fate of their missing father—and finding themselves in a struggle just to stay alive.

Orrin and Tell Sackett had come to exotic New Orleans looking for answers to their father’s disappearance twenty years before. To uncover the truth, the brothers enlisted the aid of a trailwise Gypsy and a mysterious voodoo priest as they sought to re-create their father’s last trek. But Louisiana is a dangerous land, and with one misstep the brothers could disappear in the bayous before they even set foot on the trail—a trail that led to whatever legacy their father had left behind . . . and a secret worth killing for.

Leseprobe
CHAPTER I
 
“To kill a man, my dear, is not always to make an end of him.” The statement was made by Andre Baston.
 
“But after twenty years? Twenty years?” said the woman.
 
“A lifetime to you, Fanny, but only yesterday to a man like your Uncle Philip.”
 
“But how could anyone know? It all happened so long ago, and so far away!”
 
“Nevertheless, a man is here in New Orleans and he is asking questions. His name is Sackett.”
 
“What?”
 
“Orrin Sackett. He is an attorney, a lawyer. He has the same name as the man who went to the western mountains with Pierre.”
 
“Fanny Baston was small, slender, voluptuous, and beautiful. Her shoulders were soft and amazingly white, her lips were warm and a little full, and her eyes were large.
 
She shrugged. “What difference can it make? Let him ask his questions. We simply know nothing. Who is left who could possibly know anything?”
 
Andre scowled. “I do not know. Nobody, perhaps. But I do not like him asking questions. If Philip ever found out …”
 
“It would be the end,” Paul said. “The end. He would cut us off, leave us nothing.”
 
“You, perhaps,” Fanny said to Andre. “But I was a baby. Not five years old. And Paul, you were not even in your teens. We had nothing to do with it.”
 
“Do you think that would matter?” said Paul. “Uncle Philip only needs an excuse to cut us all off. You too. You aren’t exactly his pride and joy, you know.”
 
“Then,” she leaned forward, dusting the ash of her small cigar into a saucer, “kill him. Kill this Orrin Sackett and drop him in the bayou before he can even be connected to us. Kill him at once.”
 
Andre was no longer surprised at anything his niece said. “You have an idea?”
 
“Do it yourself, Andre. He would not be the first.” She looked up at him and smiled. “Why not? Find an excuse, challenge him. There is not a better shot in New Orleans, and as for a rapier … how many men have you killed, Andre? In duels, I mean?”
 
“Twelve,” he replied. “You have a point. It might be the answer.”
 
“You are too bloody,” Paul objected. “If you want him killed, there are other ways. We might get him into one of the concert-saloons—the Buffalo Bill House, for example. Williams would take care of him for us.”
 
“No.” Fanny spoke sharply. “No, Paul. If there is killing to be done, the fewer who know the better. And nobody outside the family.”
 
“She’s right,” Andre said, “but this is all so premature. This Orrin Sackett cannot know anything. Pierre was obviously French, obviously from Louisiana. He brought Sackett back here to outfit before we started west, but Sackett never left the river front. I don’t know what stirred this up, but all we have to do is sit quietly and allow it to pass. If he gets close then we can act.” He shrugged, looking down at the tip of his cigar. “After all, New Orleans may take care of him without our help. He would not be the first.”
 
“Have you seen him?” Fanny asked.
 
“Yes. He’s a big man, nearly as big as I am. Perhaps even as big. He’s a good-looking fellow, dresses well, seems to know his way around.”
 
Paul looked up. “Andre, wasn’t there some disturbance down on the waterfront a few years back? Some trouble involving some Sacketts?”
 
“I believe you are right, Paul. I do re…