Название: The Road to Reckoning
Автор: Robert Lautner
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Историческая литература
isbn: 9780007511334
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The Borough Press
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Published by HarperCollinsPublishers 2014
Copyright © Robert Lautner 2014
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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it, while at times based on historical figures, are the work of the author’s imagination.
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Ebook Edition © January 2014 ISBN: 9780007511334
Version: 2015-01-27
For my brother
The Lord made men.
But Sam Colt made them equal.
—Anon.
Table of Contents
Copyright
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
About the Publisher
When I first met Henry Stands I imagined he was a man of few friends. When I last knew of him I was sure he had even fewer.
But, it could be said, just as true, that he had fewer enemies because of it.
And as I get older I can see the wisdom of that.
I was twelve when my life began, mistaken in the belief that it had ended when the pock claimed my mother. She had survived the great fire of New York in ’35 that we all thought might have quelled the pock.
The pock knew better.
In 1837 my father was a quiet man in a noisy world. At twelve I was not sure if he had been a quiet man before my mother had gone. I can remember all my wooden-wheeled toys, the tiny things for tiny hands that I cherished, but not the temperament of my father before the Lord took Jane Walker. The quietness is more important than that he was a salesman for spectacles, still quite widely known as ‘spectaculars’ by some of the silver-haired ladies we called upon.
Half the time as a salesman he would just be leaving his card with the maid and the other half would be following up on the business that the card had brought.
That was his day and for some of the week it would СКАЧАТЬ