The Man Called Noon (Louis L'Amour's Lost Treasures): A Novel

The Man Called Noon (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!

In one swift moment a fall wiped away his memory. Now all he knew for certain was that someone wanted him dead—and that he had better learn why. But everywhere he turned there seemed to be more questions—or people too willing to hide the truth behind a smoke screen of lies. He had only the name he had been told was his own, his mysterious skill with a gun, and a link to a half million dollars’ worth of buried gold as evidence of his past life. Was the treasure his? Was he a thief? A killer? He didn’t have the answers, but he needed them soon. Because what he still didn’t know about himself, others did—and if he didn’t unlock the secret of his past, he wasn’t going to have much of a future.

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Additionally, many beloved classics will be rereleased with an exclusive Lost Treasures postscript featuring previously unpublished material, including outlines, plot notes, and alternate drafts.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: 9780593129883
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 04/30/2019
Series: Louis L'Amour's Lost Treasures Series
Pages: 240
Sales rank: 223,211
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 6.80(h) x 0.80(d)

About the Author

Our foremost storyteller of the American West, Louis L’Amour has thrilled a nation by chronicling the adventures of the brave men and women who settled the 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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Somebody wanted to kill him.

The idea was in his mind when he opened his eyes to the darkness of a narrow space between two buildings. His eyes came to a focus on a rectangle of light on the wall of the building opposite, the light from a ­second-­story window.

He had fallen from that window.

Lying perfectly still, he stared at the rectangle of light as if his life depended on it, yet an awareness was creeping into his consciousness that the window no longer mattered.

Only one thing mattered now—escape. He must get away, clear away, and as quickly as possible.

There was throbbing in his skull, the dull, heavy beat that was driving everything ­else from his brain. Impelled by what urge he could not guess, he lifted a hand toward his face. There was a twinge of pain from the arm, then he touched his face.

He did not know to whom the features belonged. Gingerly, he touched his skull . . . there was ­half-­caked blood, and a deep wound in his scalp. His hand dropped to his shirt, which was stiffening with blood.

Somebody had tried to kill him, and he felt sure that they would try again, and would not cease trying until he was dead. Nothing ­else remained in his memory.

Stiffly, he turned his head, looking first one way and then the other. In the one direction there was blackness, in the other was light . . . a street.

He was conscious of a faint stirring from the darkness behind the buildings. Something or someone was creeping along in the blackness, some enemy intent upon his destruction.

Heaving himself from the ground, he half fell against the building behind him. He remained there for a moment, struggling to gather himself for an effort. For he must escape. He had to get away.

A hand went to his hip. There was a holster there, but it was empty. Dropping to his knees, he felt quickly around him, but discovered nothing. His gun, then, must be up there, in that room. It had fallen or had been taken from him before he fell from the window.

He started blindly toward the street. He could hear music from the building beside him, a murmur of voices, then muffled laughter.

Staggering into the light, he paused and stared stupidly to left and right. The street was empty. Drunken with pain and shock, he started across the street and into the shadows of a space between the buildings diagonally across from the one he had left behind.

He had no idea where he was going, only that he must get away; he must be free of the town. Beyond the buildings between which he walked there ­were scattered out­houses and corrals, and a few lightless shacks, and then he was walking in grass, tall grass.

Pausing, he glanced back. There was no pursuit, so why was he so sure there would be pursuit?

He went on, his brain numb with the pounding ache, until he saw before him a single red eye. Staring at it, he went ahead toward the red light. Suddenly he was beside it and his toe stumbled against the end of a railroad tie.

To his left the rails glimmered away into a vast darkness, on the right they led to a small railroad station. He had taken a stumbling step toward it when he brought up short, realizing his enemies would surely look for him there.

He stopped, swaying on his feet, trying to order his thoughts.

He did not know who he was. Or what he was.

His fingers felt of his clothing. The coat was tight across the shoulders and the sleeves ­were a bit short, but it seemed to be of good material.

He glanced back at the town, but beyond the fact that it was a very small town it told him nothing. There had been hitching rails along the street, a few cow ponies standing there. Hence it was a western town.

He had heard the whistle a second time before it dawned upon him that a train was coming, and he would, if he remained where he was, be caught in the full glare of the headlight. He dropped into the grass not an instant too soon as the train came rushing out of the night.

A train offered escape, and escape would give him a chance to consider, to sort out what must have happened, to discover who he was and why he was pursued.

When the train had passed and drawn up at the station, he studied it with care. There ­were at least three empty box cars, their doors invitingly open. Yet as he considered his chances of getting into the nearest one he heard a rush of ­horses’ hoofs and twisted about from where he lay in the grass to see a party of ­horse­men dash up to the train and split into two groups to ­ride along both sides, checking every car, every rod and bumper.

He eased back farther into the grass, but he could hear them talking as they drew near.

“. . . a waste of time. He was in bad shape, with blood all over, and staggering. He could never have made it to the tracks, believe me. If he’s not hid somewheres in town he’s lyin’ out yonder in the grass, bleedin’ to death.”

“He was a tough man for a tenderfoot.”

“I ain’t so sure he was—a tenderfoot, I mean. Ben Janish swore he’d got him, and did you ever know Ben to miss? That gent must have an iron skull!”

“Aw, he’s dead, all right! Dead or dyin’.”

They turned at the caboose and walked their ­horses back along the train. They ­were a dozen yards away when the whistle blew. Rising, he ran for the nearest empty car. A rider started to turn in his saddle, so he changed direction and leaped for the rear ladder and swung between the cars and out of sight.

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The Man Called Noon 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 25 reviews.
Anonymous 26 days ago
I could not put it down, his writing brings you into the story!
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Anonymous 4 months ago
A great story by one of the best writers of westerns.
Anonymous 4 months ago
Always a good read.
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Beukeboom on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A bit of a departure from many of Louis L'Amour's stories with the title character lying on the ground in some town after surviving a gunshot that skimmed his head causing amnesia. Soon in the story he figures he MAY be someone called Ruble Noon who is known as someone who should not be trifled with. Over time, the main character finds even though he can't consciously remember who he is, where he came from and other details of his life and mission, his muscle memory and instincts are with him. Through many incidents, the main character comes closer to discovering who he actually is and by his instincts, lightning quick reactions and cunning eludes many people who want to kill him. In fact he manages to turn the tables on them and even shows compassion when none was expected. My only trouble with the story is that close to the end there seems to be more written than necessary causing the story to slow down and drag out instead of the typical flow Louis L'Amour's stories normally have. It's a trouble but a very tiny trouble. Other than that, it's an engaging story with more twists and turns than the average L'Amour novel.
MerryMary on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
"Someone was trying to kill me." The opening line of this story grabs attention right away - especially when the next sentences reveal that the narrator has no idea who is trying to kill him, where he is, or even who he is. I am always interested in the search for self - and L'Amour does a pretty fair job of leading his main character through the labrynth of clues to discover what kind of man he really is.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Simple,action packed western. Enjoyed it.
jguill49 More than 1 year ago
This is a typical Louis Lamour western novel...a well written, easy read.
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Like all Louis L¿amor books, A Man Called Noon is very intriguing and enjoyable story. Although it is fiction, it is a very realistic story. It is filled with action and mystery, and if you are a fan of westerns, I would recommend that you read this book.The story is set in the late 1800¿s around the desert regions of Texas, New Mexico, and Old Mexico. Ben Janish, a hired gunman was paid to kill the main character of the story. The main character managed to get away, but a head wound from a bullet and a fall out of a window caused him to develop amnesia. He then met a man named Remes who took care of his wounds and got him a job on a ranch that also served as a hideout for the local outlaws. Among these outlaws was Janish who was away at the time. While on this ranch the protagonist is trying to find out who he is, what his past was, and why Ben Janish is trying to kill him. During this time our main character decides to call himself Jonas. He also discovers that though he has lost a majority of his memory, he still has his instincts, which help him in finding out who he really is. Although he has many clues, they are not easy to piece together. All that he has to work with is a letter addressed to a man named Ruble Noon, an outlaw mustang that seems to know him, a tongue-less Mexican, and a cabin in the mountains. While trying to find out who he is, he falls in love and has many action packed duels and brawls with various characters. So if you enjoy good westerns filled with gunfights, barroom brawls, romance and mystery this is a book you should read
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is one of the best westerns I have ever read. Half mystery, half adventure, this book is classic L'Amour storytelling
Guest More than 1 year ago
Louis carefully creates a puzzle that keeps you on your toes! I could not put this book down, it was the first of his books that I read.