Calliope by Vincent Capone
Calliope is the western adventure of a U.S. marshal’s hunt to bring down one of the last legendary outlaws in Arizona Territory before his own life is destroyed.
The year — 1886. The Wild West is in its last years and law and order are beginning to take hold. The Apache Wars have ended. Geronimo has surrendered. The cattle drives through Dodge City have stopped. Jesse James, Billy the Kid, and Wild Bill Hickok are dead.
Arizona Territory — the famed town of Tombstone is dying. Silver mines are flooding. The surrounding towns are disappearing. Into this country rides Billy McKaller, a 24-year-old outlaw with a deadly past, a lightning-quick hand, and a gang of followers determined to survive the tightening noose of the law.
Hot on their trail — the unwavering marshal Joe Calliope, veteran sheriff Wyatt Lareson, and his fiery young deputy, Dewnan Kender.
Outlaws throughout the territory flock to McKaller’s gang, ready for one final fight to the death. The three lawmen begin to gather a posse from the remnants of Tombstone’s population.
Amid the impending confrontation, Lareson and Kender begin to unearth the stories of Calliope’s past, a past tied much closer to the young outlaw McKaller than either of them could imagine… (via Goodreads)
My views: Calliope
Growing up, Westerns were amongst my favorite genre of books. And believe me, we would read a book a day, so that we could get value for money at the circulating library. So I have read a lot a Westerns; Louis L’Amour, J. T. Esdon, Sudden, to name a few. After reading the blurb, I thought Calliope would be a good read and I was not disappointed. One of the few Westerns where the good guys and the bad guys actually miss when shooting, unlike other novels where the hero who is a fast at drawing his gun puts his bullet in the shirt pocket of the villain.