The continuing adventures of Barnabas, founder of the American Sacketts, L’Amour’s most famous family saga. Still more of a swashbuckler than a western. I think I liked it better than the first book, but Barnabas was still too arrogant, too sure of his destiny, too skilled in things the reader had no idea he knew about.
It was frustrating how Barnabas kept exposing himself to his enemies, almost as if L’Amour was just trying to pad out a much shorter story by working in near-captures and daring escapes.
I’ll give this series one more chance with a book actually set in the Old West, but if it doesn’t get better I’m done with the series, and likely with L’Amour. I much prefer the storytelling of Johnny Quarles and David R. Lewis.