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About Callaghen: A Novel
Product Description Callaghen’s business is soldiering. For twenty years he’d fought all over the world, from China to the deserts of California; now he’s a private in the U.S. Cavalry, poorly paid, his enlistment about to run out. He’s ready to move on…until he comes across a startling discovery: a treasure map belonging to a dead lieutenant who may not have been all that he seemed. The map points the way to an underground river of gold…or does it? To find out, Callaghen will have to fight the toughest war of his life: against a fierce Indian warrior, a vindictive commanding officer, and a ruthless gang of outlaws who’ll turn what may be a river of gold into a river of blood. From the Inside Flap River of gold, river of blood... Callaghen's business is soldiering. For twenty years he's fought all over the world--from China to California--now he's a private in the U.S. cavalry, poorly paid, his enlistment about to run out. He's ready to move on. Until he saves the lives of his patrol in a brutal encounter in the harsh Mohave Desert and comes across a startling discovery: a treasure map belonging to a dead lieutenant who may not have been all he seemed. The map points the way to an underground river of gold...or does it? To find out, Callaghen will have to fight the toughest war of his life: against a fierce Indian warrior, a vindictive commanding officer, and a ruthless gang of outlaws who'll turn what may be a river of gold into a river of blood. From the Back Cover Callaghen! This rugged, Irish-as-they-come veteran of twenty years of bloody battles and gunshots follows an underground river of gold to face his destiny: a bad Indian, a mountain-man outlaw, and grisly ambush! About the Author 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. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. 9780425286111|excerpt L'Amour / CALLAGHEN CHAPTER 1 BEHIND THE ROCKS the Mohaves lay waiting—and in the sky, the buzzards. Each was sure of their prey. The four men lay in a flat place, and the sun was high. Two days had passed without water, four days without food, and their ammunition was down to its last few cartridges. Before them was a peak they believed to be Eagle Mountain; if so, there was a water hole up the draw to the right. Of this they could not be sure, but they believed in it as a dying man believes in God. For three days they had thought of that water, longed for it, dreamed wild dreams of it. The most gorgeous woman under heaven would have been spurned by any one of them for one swallow of water, be it brackish, sulphurous, or whatever. The patrol began as they always begin; in this case there were six enlisted men and one officer. The officer was a proud, honorable, and decent young man with his first command, his first patrol into enemy country, where they had seen no enemies for two whole days and nights. A camping spot had been decreed, and when the Delaware advised against it the lieutenant felt he could not permit his decision to be questioned. A few miles farther along, the Delaware assured him, there was a water hole and a defensible position. The young lieutenant hesitated, then decided to stay where they were. They bedded down on level ground, in soft sand. The men slept well, for they were tired. Callaghen was to stand watch the first few hours, to be relieved by Private Baldwin. The night was very clear, and as always in the desert it was cool, almost cold. The heat of the day vanished with the sun, for the rocks and sand did not hold the heat, but surrendered it quickly to the night. Callaghen was wary. He was an experienced soldier, and he did not like the feel of the night, and he had been watching the Delaware. The eastern Indian came of a tribe that numbered great trac
