Corey Lane

New Haven and New York: Ticknor & Fields - A Joan Kahn Book, 1981. First Edition . Hard Back. Very Good/Good. 6 1/2" X 9 1/4. 393 Pages. Signed by Author on Front Endpaper. Light blue boards with gold spine lettering. No marks or stamps to this bright book with a faultless interior. Dust jacket is porice clipped and has some light chipping to edges. General Lew Wallace, in Sante Fe, was the governor of the Territory. Jim McPherson, ex-New Yorker, newly arrived in the West, was the editor of the Chupadera County News. And Corey Lane was sheriff. In Black Springs it was hot, and the crowd of over two hundred men that had gathered in the plaza was restless. More than restless. Jim McPherson asked the gray-haired cattleman standing beside him, Sam, is this the way the start of a lynching looks? Sam said, This mess could sure end up like that, only with one hell of a lot more dead than in any lynching I ever seen or heard tell about. The tension mounted; a man named Granby Stafford was stirring up the already angry crowd. And the crowd was yelling, You tell them, Granby. Where is the sheriff, Sam? McPherson asked. Blamed if I know. I figured he'd be here by now. Ain't like Corey not to be around if there's trouble brewing. The crowd was getting mean. People began to shout Let's go. Then there was a single gunshot from somewhere in the plaza. And they saw him, Corey Lane,-is blue eyes blazing, mounted on a big chestnut horse! And Corey Lane asked, Why am I looking at so many guns in my town on a peaceful Saturday? It was Corey Lane's town. Or it always had been, and Corey Lane could handle anything-even the Apache leader Victorio, a man as powerful and magnetic as Corey. Or - could he?