This author's works may be familiar to some Vancians who come by here, particularly those with a fondness for old-fashioned shootin' irons, but
I've only just discovered him in the tiny library of the equally tiny town down the road from me in rural Saskatchewan, where I'm housesitting for
another week.
I'm on the second volume in his series about an ex-mountain man named Skye, in the west of the 1850s, who along with his two wives (one Crow, one Shoshone) and a vicious roan horse named Jawbone, hire themselves out to guide greenhorns of various stripes whose pigheaded ignorance is likely to get them all scalped.
There's a Vancian touch to the character, and especially to the not-too-overt humor with which the tales are told.
I'm on the second volume in his series about an ex-mountain man named Skye, in the west of the 1850s, who along with his two wives (one Crow, one Shoshone) and a vicious roan horse named Jawbone, hire themselves out to guide greenhorns of various stripes whose pigheaded ignorance is likely to get them all scalped.
There's a Vancian touch to the character, and especially to the not-too-overt humor with which the tales are told.
