Hondo (Louis L'Amour's Lost Treasures): A Novel

Hondo (Louis L'Amour's Lost Treasures): A Novel

by Louis L'Amour

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As part of the Louis L’Amour’s Lost Treasures series, this edition contains exclusive bonus materials!

He was etched by the desert’s howling winds, a big, broad-shouldered man who knew the ways of the Apache and the ways of staying alive. She was a woman alone raising a young son on a remote Arizona ranch. And between Hondo Lane and Angie Lowe was the warrior Vittoro, whose people were preparing to rise against the white men. Now the pioneer woman, the gunman, and the Apache warrior are caught in a drama of love, war, and honor.

Louis L’Amour’s Lost Treasures is a project created to release some of the author’s more unconventional manuscripts from the family archives.
In Louis L’Amour’s Lost Treasures: Volumes 1, Beau L’Amour takes the reader on a guided tour through many of the finished and unfinished short stories, novels, and treatments that his father was never able to publish during his lifetime. L’Amour’s never-before-seen first novel, No Traveller Returns, faithfully completed for this program, is a voyage into danger and violence on the high seas. These exciting publications will be followed by Louis L’Amour’s Lost Treasures: Volume 2.
Additionally, many beloved classics will be rereleased with an exclusive Lost Treasures postscript featuring previously unpublished material, including outlines, plot notes, and alternate drafts. These postscripts tell the story behind the stories that millions of readers have come to know and cherish.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780593129937
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 06/25/2019
Series: Louis L'Amour's Lost Treasures
Sold by: Random House
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 272
Sales rank: 21,359
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

Our foremost storyteller of the authentic West, Louis L'Amour has thrilled a nation by chronicling the adventures of the brave men and women who settled the American frontier. There are more than 300 million copies of his books in print around the world.

Date of Birth:

March 22, 1908

Date of Death:

June 10, 1988

Place of Birth:

Jamestown, North Dakota



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HE ROLLED THE cigarette in his lips, liking the taste of the tobacco, squinting his eyes against the sun glare. His buckskin shirt, seasoned by sun, rain, and sweat, smelled stale and old. His jeans had long since faded to a neutral color that lost itself against the desert.

He was a big man, wide-shouldered, with the lean, hard-boned face of the desert rider. There was no softness in him. His toughness was ingrained and deep, without cruelty, yet quick, hard, and dangerous. What­ever wells of gentleness might lie within him were guarded and deep.

An hour passed and there was no more dust, so he knew he was in trouble. He had drawn up short of the crest where his eyes could just see over the ridge, his horse crowded against a dark clump of juniper where he was invisible to any eye not in the immediate vicinity.

The day was still and hot. Sweat trickled down his cheeks and down his body under the shirt. Dust meant a dust devil or riders . . . and this had been no dust devil.

The dust had shown itself, continued briefly, then vanished, and that meant that he also had been seen.

If they were white men fearful of attack, they were now holed up in some arroyo. If they were Apaches, they would be trying to close in.

He studied the terrain with care, a searching study that began in the far distance and worked nearer and nearer, missing no rock, no clump of brush, no upthrust ledge. He saw no further dust, heard no sound, detected no movement.

He did not move. Patience at such a time was more than a virtue, it was the price of survival. Often the first to move was the first to die.

Hondo Lane took out the makings and built another cigarette. When he struck the match he held it well back in the foliage of the juniper, keeping the flare invisible. He drew deep on the cigarette, returning his attention to the terrain.

The rough-looking mongrel dog that followed him had lowered himself into the soft earth beneath another juniper a dozen yards away. The dog was a big brute, gaunt from running.

It was hot. A few lost, cotton-ball bunches of cloud drifted in a brassy sky, leaving rare islands of shadow upon the desert’s face.

Nothing moved. It was a far, lost land, a land of beige-gray silences and distance where the eye reached out farther and farther to lose itself finally against the sky, and where the only movement was the lazy swing of a remote buzzard.

His eyes wandered along the ridge. To his right there was a shallow saddle, the logical place to cross a ridge to avoid being skylined. Logical, but obvious. It was the place an Apache would watch.

There were junipers beyond the ridge, and broken boulders upon the ridge itself. In less than a minute he could cross the ridge and be in the shelter of those junipers, and if he took his time and made no sudden moves to attract the eye, he might easily cross the ridge without being seen.

He thought none of this. Rather it was something he knew, something born of years in wild country.

Hondo Lane crossed the ridge into the junipers and hesitated briefly, studying the country. His every instinct told him those riders had been Apaches and that they were somewhere close by. Yet the dog had given no sign.

He eased his weight in the saddle and checked the eager­ness of the horse, which smelled the water in the river not far ahead.

Finishing his cigarette, he pinched it out and dropped it to the sand and angled down the slope. He slid his Winchester from its scabbard and rode with it across the saddle, keeping his horse to a walk. Vittoro was off the reservation with his fighting men, and that could mean anything. Council fires burned and there was much coming and going among the lodges. Mescaleros had been hunting with the Mimbreños and the border country was alive with rumors.

Hondo Lane could smell trouble, and he knew it was coming, for others and for himself.

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Hondo 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 49 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is one of L'Amour's first and best Westerns. It truly defines this type of fiction with real men, action, and women. Leaves a lasting satisfaction and is hard to put down.
DrT on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I LOVED this book! Hondo by Louis L'Amour is now one of my favorite books of all time! This short book is a little over 200 pages. Hondo, a white man, had a history of living with two Native tribes and he learned of the way of the Apache. He worked for the army and he knew the lay of the land and how to track and not leave signs of his presence. He knew how to survive there. He was distant in his presentation but he was also respectful and he had virtues to share if people were willing to listen. He found a small farm owned by a man, a woman and their young son. This book was all about the classic man, virtuousness and dealings with cruel men, both Indian and White and dealings with the Indians and military. Hondo had the task of teaching the young boy, "Little Warrior," how to live like the Apache. This book was about a quiet strength of the man, love and respect for self and the land. Throughout the book they were in the midst of an Apache uprising against the White man. I thought L'Amour did a splendid job with description of the land, the way to raise a child and how to do things like obtain food in a difficult situation and some violence when needed. I can't say enough about this book. I highly recommend it. It warmed my heart and I can hardly wait for my oldest son to read it as soon as he¿s old enough. I will go look for more books from him. I¿ve only read Last of the Breed by him and I really enjoyed that book when I was young too. I forgot what a great author he was. As of now, I'd give this book 5 out of 5 stars!
kcslade on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Good western story about Indians and survival.
LisaMaria_C on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I'd long heard of Louis L'Amour as among the most famous writers of Westerns and his 1953 novel, Hondo was on a Western recommendation list I've been reading through. Well, I'd be tempted to call this a guy thing. All I can say ladies, that if any male sig other of yours sneers at your bodice rippers, you need only brandish this novel as an example of the godawful things boys are way too fond of, because this reads like the male counterpart to reeking romance aisle. From the start, the prose sounded like the voice-over from an old-fashioned cheesy trailer. This is the second paragraph, describing Hondo Lane, gunman and hero of the tale:He was a big man, wide-shouldered, with the lean, hard-boned face of the desert rider. There was no softness in him. His toughness was ingrained and deep, without cruelty, yet quick, hard, and dangerous. Whatever wells of gentleness might lie within him were guarded and deep.Yet, I pressed on. Through dizzying point of view switches and the breaking of a horse that involves bucking and getting the poor thing into a lather. Until I hit the most painful grouping of gender cliches known to man, woman, or beast. See, "Marty-Stu" Hondo soon meets up with pretty rancher Angie Lowe. And phrases begin to pile up like: he "made her feel like a woman" and she's "a lot of woman" and "all woman" and he's doing a "man's job" she can't do since "she had her woman's work." That's the sound of me retching you're hearing.Now, by the way, I'm not saying all this genre is crap or for men only. I enjoyed Kelton, was impressed by Little Big Man, The Ox-Bow Incident and True Grit. But I think Louis L'Amour is only for hardcore lovers of the genre who won't notice or care about clunky writing.
moonimal on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Very western-y. Hard to imagine anything except a John Wayne western (though I've never seen one) when reading this. The book felt very tired and shallow, though it may have set the standard for the genre.
usnmm2 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This remains my favarite western novel. I first read it as a young boy, which is most likley why it impressed me so. But I still pick it up and reread it every year or so.
readafew on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I just listened to Hondo on CD. Hondo Lane is a rough, tough honest man, just trying to make his way in the world. A world which happens to be full of angry Apache Indians. As a scout he finds himself with his horse shot out from under his saddle in the middle of the desert. He comes across a homestead with a woman and child abandoned to look after themselves. Its a bad time to be a white especially without a large army behind you.
bookstorebill on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The movie with the same name is good. But as you can guess I am going to say, the book is better. Louis L'amour writes with an understanding of the people in the west at this time. He understands both the Apache's side of the story and the people settling on their land. Hondo the main character, has lived with both peoples and this enables the writer to bring the reader into the story in informative and exciting way. A really good read if you enjoy westerns.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read this one in two days! Couldn’t put it down!! I felt like I was there.
Sexy-Space-Cowboy-04 More than 1 year ago
About the manliest damn book you could read... secretly wish it was longer
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Herein is the book that started it all! Also spawning a John Wayne movie and set a precedent of unforeseen success that caught the literary amd film world by surprise. During his lifetime everybody had read his books and Hollywood sought to do a Louis L'amour novel inspired movie. Not bad for the son of a North Dakota Veterinarian. There is a loneliness in this book that reflects the desires of men, women, and children in any land that faces sparse conditions. This is where Louis got his chance to share his loneliness. From his birth place in Jamestown North Dakota to his wandering years upon western America and sailing around the world. They all make the perfect formula for that rarely bidden thing we all call loneliness. Hondo shines light onto a place and time where there are no apologies for having to live life as you face it. Regrets maybe, but no apologies.
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ABD2018 More than 1 year ago
One of Louis L'Amour's best. The book is far superior to the movie.
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I loved it. After seeing the movie, I had to read it. Most excellent!!
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It is the best book i ever read
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