Law Of The Mountain Man. William W. Johnstone

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       AMBUSH!

      Smoke Jensen exploded out of the brush, his knife in his hand.

      The bounty hunter wheeled around, his eyes wide with panic, the rifle in his hands coming up. But Smoke’s forward charge knocked the man sprawling, loosening his grip on the Winchester. The man opened his mouth to yell a warning. With one hard swing of the long-bladed knife, Smoke ended the life of the hunter.

      He took the man’s rifle, pistol and ammo, and then dragged the body into the brush. Once more he headed out for the woods.

      Smoke knew the time had come to show Jud Vale what he thought of a man who would declare war on women and young boys.

      And he would write the message in blood!

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      WILLIAM W. JOHNSTONE

       LAW OF THEMOUNTAIN MAN

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      Copyright © 1989 William W. Johnstone

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      ISBN: 978-0-7860-2572-5

       I feel an army in my fist.

      Friedrich von Schiller

       Dedicated to Johnie and Molly Matthews

      This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

      Contents

       Chapter 1

       Chapter 2

       Chapter 3

       Chapter 4

       Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

       Chapter 15

       Chapter 16

       Chapter 17

       Chapter 18

       Chapter 19

       Chapter 20

       Chapter 21

       Chapter 22

       Chapter 23

       Chapter 24

       Chapter 25

       Chapter 26

       Chapter 27

       Chapter 28

       About the Author

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      He hoped this would be the last winter storm of the season. Probably wouldn’t be, but there is that line about hope springing eternal.

      He just wished it was spring. Period.

      Smoke Jensen sat in a cave over a fire and boiled the last of his coffee. He knew he was in Idaho. He guessed somewhere south of Montpelier. All he knew for certain was that he was cold, and he was being hunted by a large group


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