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Condition: LIKE NEW: This book is almost as new, with no damage nor defects. There no markings, inscriptions or signatures of any kind, pages are clean and vibrant.
The echoes of cannon fire had long faded, yet the war still clung to Tap Duvarney, a phantom limb of lost innocence. He'd traded the smoke-choked battlefields of the States for the raw, untamed frontier, a soldier's grit forged anew in the crucible of the western army. Now, the restless spirit within him had found a precarious perch on the windswept Texas coast, a ranch shared with his old comrade, Tom Kittery. But the wild promise of open range was a lie, shattered by the simmering feud with the neighboring Munson clan.
Around the sun-baked shores of Matagorda Island, whispers turned to shadows, and the air crackled with unspoken threats. Most folks, cowed and cautious, knelt before the Munsons' looming power. Yet, the true battleground wasn't the open hostility of the Munsons, but the treacherous currents swirling within Kittery's own camp. A creeping unease, a serpent's chill, coiled around Tap as he watched Kittery's woman, her smile a mask, her eyes a storm of secrets. The scars of war, etched deep in Tap's soul, screamed a warning: trust no one.
Once more, the call to arms resonated, a siren's song in the desolate wilderness. But this time, the enemy wasn't a uniformed army. It was a tangled web of loyalty and betrayal, a choice between the familiar threat of the Munsons and the chilling possibility that his closest friend had become a foe. Tap Duvarney, haunted by the ghosts of battles past, was about to plunge into a new war, a desperate gamble where the stakes were not land or glory, but the very essence of trust itself.