A novel of the Old West, imagined as only Robert B. Parker
can.
"He already had a history by the time he
first saw her . . . he was already a figure of the dime
novels, and he already half-believed in the myth of the
gunman that he was creating, even as it created
him."
Robert B. Parker, the undisputed dean of
American crime fiction, has long been credited with
single-handedly resuscitating the private-eye genre. As the
creator of the Spenser, Jesse Stone, and Sunny Randall
series, he has proven, again and again, that he is "Boston's
peerless man of mystery" (Entertainment Weekly). Now
he gives his fans the book he always longed to write-a
brilliant and evocative novel set against the hardscrabble
frontier life of the West, featuring Wyatt Earp.
It
is the winter of 1879, and Dodge City has lost its snap.
Thirty-one-year-old Wyatt Earp, assistant city marshal,
loads his wife and all they own into a wagon, and goes with
two of his brothers and their women to Tombstone, Arizona,
land of the silver mines. There Earp becomes deputy sheriff,
meeting up with the likes of Doc Holliday, Clay Allison, and
Bat Masterson and encountering the love of his life,
showgirl Josie Marcus. While navigating the constantly
shifting alliances of a largely lawless territory, Earp
finds himself embroiled in a simmering feud with Johnny
Behan, which ultimately erupts in a deadly gunbattle on a
dusty street.
Here is the master's take on the
hallowed Western, as expertly crafted as the Spenser novels,
and with the full weight of American history behind it.