Robert B. Parker's The Bridge
A Cole and Hitch Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
The next gritty, gun-slinging entry in the New York Timesbestselling series featuring itinerant lawmen Virgil Cole and Everett Hitch, in paperback for the first time. Territorial Marshals Virgil Cole and Everett Hitch are back in Appaloosa where their work...
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The next gritty, gun-slinging entry in the New York Timesbestselling series featuring itinerant lawmen Virgil Cole and Everett Hitch, in paperback for the first time. Territorial Marshals Virgil Cole and Everett Hitch are back in Appaloosa where their work enforcing the law has been exceptionally quiet. All that is about to change.
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From the New York Times bestselling author of Robert B. Parker s Ironhorse and it s everything we love about the Hitch & Cole series. *An ominous storm is rolling in over Appaloosa, carrying with it a band of night riders who show up at the Rio Blanco camp, where a three-hundred-foot bridge is under construction. When Appaloosa s sheriff and deputies suddenly vanish without a trace, territorial Marshals Virgil Cole and Everett Hitch saddle up to sort things out. But Cole and Hitch have no idea of the dangers they re about to face, or how far-reaching the destruction will be as the clouds over Appaloosa grow even darker.
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Prologue
The dense mass of stars was unusually ominous and threatening, as if the whole tangle of constellations was up to no damn good. The wide night sky pushed down hard on the four weary horsemen, appraising them, like a powerful and intolerant observer.
With their tilted brims and slouching shoulders, the mounted men rode single file and without word, as their horses carried them toward their destination. They were all fairly young. One was a hefty fellow with a large gut; the second was gangly with a narrow face and shoulders; the third was also skinny but was dark-skinned, maybe a half-breed; and the fourth was small and wiry.
Hard to know what the hell these night riders were thinking. What was going on in their heads? They would have had to feel the overhead pressure, the challenging and unforgiving weight. The stars loomed close enough to reach out and touch; a twisted twinkling expanse. The four horsemen rode slowly, deliberately up the eastern rim of the Rio Blanco River.
The only sound was the occasional clink of a bit, the footfalls of their horses, and the soft rumble of the white-water river in the canyon far below.
The dropping moon provided enough light for them to see their dogged and hell-bent way, and just ahead, where he was supposed to be, they saw the big man waiting for them.
They had met him only once before. They knew from the brief encounter he was not someone to cross. Not ever. He was different, above average in every respect. He could smile and show his nice white teeth, but he was menacing and ill-tempered to his very core. There was something even more dangerous about him: it was as if he were from another place in time. One of the riders told the others that the big sonofabitch reminded him of what the warrior Achilles might have been like. He was handsome and rawboned. He had a warrior swagger to him as if he d single-handedly just wiped out an army and was looking
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forward to his next victim. His movements were swift and specific. He had thick, broad shoulders and his hands and forearms were sinewy with muscle. His neck was wide and corded. He had a full head of shiny, coarse hair and his eyes were deep-set and dark blue.
The night riders were also fearful of the two brothers who would accompany them later, but they were in this, all of them. They would not turn back and they could not turn back, not now, not tonight. They were all committed to what they rode out on this night to do.
The big Achilles man got to his feet in the buckboard. He stood looking at them as they neared and then jumped down from the wagon as they came to a stop.
You re late, he said.
He threw back a canvas uncovering the wagon s freight.
What about the telegraph lines, he asked, before they could defend their belated arrival.
They re cut, the dark-skinned man said, as he dismounted.
You see anybody?
We did not, the hefty man said.
Anybody see you?
No, nobody.
You sure?
We are, the hefty man replied.
All right, he said. Let s get a move on it.
How far from here? the small, wiry man said.
Quarter-mile, he said. From here we go in on foot. Each one hauls a load.
Where we gonna meet em? the hefty man said.
Just carry your load and follow me, he said. Got one hour before sunup.
The riders didn t waste any time. They tied their horses under a stand of small sycamores and went about the task at hand.
One by one, each of the men r
The night riders were also fearful of the two brothers who would accompany them later, but they were in this, all of them. They would not turn back and they could not turn back, not now, not tonight. They were all committed to what they rode out on this night to do.
The big Achilles man got to his feet in the buckboard. He stood looking at them as they neared and then jumped down from the wagon as they came to a stop.
You re late, he said.
He threw back a canvas uncovering the wagon s freight.
What about the telegraph lines, he asked, before they could defend their belated arrival.
They re cut, the dark-skinned man said, as he dismounted.
You see anybody?
We did not, the hefty man said.
Anybody see you?
No, nobody.
You sure?
We are, the hefty man replied.
All right, he said. Let s get a move on it.
How far from here? the small, wiry man said.
Quarter-mile, he said. From here we go in on foot. Each one hauls a load.
Where we gonna meet em? the hefty man said.
Just carry your load and follow me, he said. Got one hour before sunup.
The riders didn t waste any time. They tied their horses under a stand of small sycamores and went about the task at hand.
One by one, each of the men r
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Autoren-Porträt von Robert Knott
Robert B. Parker was the author of seventy books, including the legendary Spenser detective series, the novels featuring Police Chief Jesse Stone, and the acclaimed Virgil Cole Everett Hitch Westerns, as well as the Sunny Randall novels. Winner of the Mystery Writers of America Grand Master Award and long considered the undisputed dean of American crime fiction, he died in January 2010.Robert Knott, is an actor, writer, and producer. His extensive list of stage, television, and film credits includes the feature film Appaloosa, based on the Robert B. Parker novel, which he adapted and produced with actor and producer Ed Harris. He is also the author of Robert B. Parker s Ironhorse and Robert B. Parker s Bull River.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Robert Knott
- 2015, 400 Seiten, Maße: 10,8 x 19 cm, Taschenbuch, Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin US
- ISBN-10: 0425278085
- ISBN-13: 9780425278086
- Erscheinungsdatum: 17.11.2015
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Praise for Robert B. Parker's The Bridge:"Knott brings some serious literary chops to The Bridge, creating an atmospheric tale with an intriguing mystery at its heart. Fans of Parker, westerns, and mysteries should be reading these books religiously, as they comprise one of the better series in any genre currently being published." Bookreporter.com
An extraordinarily entertaining novel. Booklist
The two gunmen are in good hands. *MysteryPeople.com
A must read. Historical Novel Society.org
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