By Larry McMurtry
A love tale, an event, and an epic of the frontier, Larry McMurtry’s Pulitzer Prize— profitable vintage, Lonesome Dove, the 3rd ebook within the Lonesome Dove tetralogy, is the grandest novel ever written concerning the final defiant wasteland of the USA. trip to the dusty little Texas city of Lonesome Dove and meet an unforgettable collection of heroes and outlaws, whores and girls, Indians and settlers. Richly genuine, fantastically written, constantly dramatic, Lonesome Dove is a publication to make us giggle, weep, dream, and consider.
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LONESOME DOVE Larry McMurtry Copyright © 1985 by Larry McMurtry TABLE OF CONTENTS Dedication Epigraph PART I 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 PART II 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 PART III 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 About the Author By Larry McMurtry For Maureen Orth, and In memory of the nine McMurtry boys (1878-1983) “Once in the saddle they Used to go dashing…” All America lies at the end of the wilderness road, and our past is not a dead past, but still lives in us.
Augustus smiled at the boy, who was hunched over on the lower step, as nervous as a red pup. He asked the same question almost every night when he thought there might be a fight. He wanted Call around to stop it, if it ever started. “He’s just playin’ Indian fighter,” he said. Newt doubted that. The Captain was not one to play. If he felt he had to go off and sit in the dark every night, he must think it important. Mention of Indians woke Pea Eye from an alcoholic doze. He hated Indians, partly because for thirty years fear of them had kept him from getting a good night’s sleep.
He himself knew perfectly well why Call headed for the river every night, and it had very little to do with the Indian threat. He had made the point many times, but he made it again. “He heads for the river because he’s tired of hearing us yap,” he said. “He ain’t a sociable man and never was. You could never keep him in camp, once he had his grub. He’d rather sit off in the dark and prime his gun. ” “He used to find them,” Pea said. ” “’I god, Pea,” Augustus said. “Of course he found a few here and there.
Lonesome Dove: A Novel by Larry McMurtry