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May There Be A Road

May There Be A Road
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  • ISBN-13: 9780553802139
  • ISBN: 0553802135
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group

AUTHOR

L'Amour, Louis

SUMMARY

A Friend of a Hero The gravel road forked unexpectedly and Neil Shannon slowed his convertible. On each side orange groves blocked his view, although to the right a steep hillside of dun-colored rock rose above the treetops. On that same side was a double gate in a graying split-rail fence. He was about fifty miles northwest of Los Angeles, lost in a maze of orchards and small farms that was split by abrupt ridges and arroyos. Neil Shannon got out of the car and walked to the gate. He was about to push it open when a stocky, hard-faced man stepped from the shrubbery. "Hold it, bud ... what do you want?" "I'm looking for the Shaw place. I thought someone might tell me where it was." "The Shaw place? What do you want to go there for?" Shannon was irritated. "All I asked was the directions. If you tell me I'll be on my way." The man jerked his head to indicate direction. "Right down the fork, but if you're looking for Johnny, he ain't home." "No? So where could I find him?" The man paused. "Down at Laurel Lawn, in town. He's been dead for three days." Shannon shook out a cigarette. "You don't seem upset over losing a neighbor, Mr. Bowen." "Where'd you get that name?" The man stared suspiciously at Shannon. "It's on your mailbox, in case you've forgotten. Are you Steve Bowen?" "I'm Jock Perult. The Bowen boys ain't around. As for Shaw, his place is just down the road there." "Thanks." Shannon opened the door of his car. "Tell me, Jock, do you always carry a pistol when you're loafing around home?" "It's for snakes, if it's any of your business." He tugged his shirttail down over the butt of a small pistol. Shannon grinned at him and put the car in gear. Scarcely three hundred yards further along the gravel road on the same side was the Shaw place. Marjorie Shaw saw him drive through the gate and came out to meet him. The man who followed her from the door had a grizzle of gray beard over a hard chin and a short-stemmed pipe in his teeth. He looked at Shannon with obvious displeasure. There were formalities to be taken care of. She read the contract standing by the car and looked at his private investigator's license. Finally she raised the subject of money. "Let's not worry about that right now," he told her. "Johnny Shaw was a friend of mine, I'll do what I can for a couple of days and we'll see where we are. I'm warning you, though, on paper his death looks like an accident. I'm not sure there is much I can do." "Come in, and I'll fix you a drink." As he turned to follow he caught a tiny flash of sunlight from the brush-covered hillside across the way. Then he glimpsed the figure of a man, almost concealed. A man interested enough in what was going on to watch through binoculars. Shannon glanced at the older man. "You're Keller? How about it? Did Johnny have any enemies?" "Ain't none of my affair and I don't aim to make it so," Keller replied brusquely. "I'm quitting this job. Going to Fresno. Always did figure to go to Fresno." Marjorie Shaw was Johnny's sister, and though Shannon had never met her, he and John Shaw had been friends since the days before he had joined the police force. They had first met on a windy hillside in Korea. Now John was dead, his car crushed in a nearby ravine, and his sister thought that he had been intentionally killed. The inside of the house was dim and cool. Shannon sat on the plaid sofa and listened to the girl moving about the kitchen. The door to the Frigidaire opened and closed; there was the sound of a spoon in a glass pitcher. "After you called" he spoke to her through the doorwayL'Amour, Louis is the author of 'May There Be A Road' with ISBN 9780553802139 and ISBN 0553802135.

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