Publisher's Synopsis
'CALL ME SHANE'
He rode into our valley in the summer of '89, a slim man, dressed in black, riding easily.
He never told us more than his name.
'There's something about him,' Mother said, 'something.dangerous.'
'He's dangerous all right, ' Father replied, 'but not to us.'
'He's like a slow-burning fuse,' the mule skinner said. 'So quiet, you forget it's burning till it sets off trouble. And there's trouble brewing.'
There was.
