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Treasure Mountain: The Sacketts: A Novel Audio CD – Unabridged, January 8, 2008
Orrin and Tell Sackett had come to exotic New Orleans looking for answers to their father’s disappearance twenty years before. To uncover the truth, the brothers enlisted the aid of a trailwise Gypsy and a mysterious voodoo priest as they sought to re-create their father’s last trek. But Louisiana is a dangerous land, and with one misstep the brothers could disappear in the bayous before they even set foot on the trail—a trail that led to whatever legacy their father had left behind . . . and a secret worth killing for.
- Print length5 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherRandom House Audio
- Publication dateJanuary 8, 2008
- Dimensions5.49 x 1.03 x 6.23 inches
- ISBN-100739342185
- ISBN-13978-0739342183
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Filled with exciting tales of the frontier, the chronicle of the Sackett family is perhaps the crowning achievement of one of our greatest storytellers. In Treasure Mountain Louis L'Amour delivers a robust story of two brothers searching to learn the fate of their missing father -- and finding themselves in a struggle just to stay alive.
Orrin and Tell Sackett had come to exotic New Orleans looking for answers to their father's disappearance twenty years before. To uncover the truth, the brothers enlisted the aid of a trailwise gypsy and a mysterious voodoo priest as they sought to re-create their father's last trek.
But Louisiana is a dangerous land, and with one misstep the brothers could disappear in the bayous before they even set foot on the trail that led to whatever legacy their father had left behind ... and a secret worth killing for.
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“To kill a man, my dear, is not always to make an end of him.” The statement was made by Andre Baston.
“But after twenty years? Twenty years?” said the woman.
“A lifetime to you, Fanny, but only yesterday to a man like your Uncle Philip.”
“But how could anyone know? It all happened so long ago, and so far away!”
“Nevertheless, a man is here in New Orleans and he is asking questions. His name is Sackett.”
“What?”
“Orrin Sackett. He is an attorney, a lawyer. He has the same name as the man who went to the western mountains with Pierre.”
“Fanny Baston was small, slender, voluptuous, and beautiful. Her shoulders were soft and amazingly white, her lips were warm and a little full, and her eyes were large.
She shrugged. “What difference can it make? Let him ask his questions. We simply know nothing. Who is left who could possibly know anything?”
Andre scowled. “I do not know. Nobody, perhaps. But I do not like him asking questions. If Philip ever found out …”
“It would be the end,” Paul said. “The end. He would cut us off, leave us nothing.”
“You, perhaps,” Fanny said to Andre. “But I was a baby. Not five years old. And Paul, you were not even in your teens. We had nothing to do with it.”
“Do you think that would matter?” said Paul. “Uncle Philip only needs an excuse to cut us all off. You too. You aren’t exactly his pride and joy, you know.”
“Then,” she leaned forward, dusting the ash of her small cigar into a saucer, “kill him. Kill this Orrin Sackett and drop him in the bayou before he can even be connected to us. Kill him at once.”
Andre was no longer surprised at anything his niece said. “You have an idea?”
“Do it yourself, Andre. He would not be the first.” She looked up at him and smiled. “Why not? Find an excuse, challenge him. There is not a better shot in New Orleans, and as for a rapier … how many men have you killed, Andre? In duels, I mean?”
“Twelve,” he replied. “You have a point. It might be the answer.”
“You are too bloody,” Paul objected. “If you want him killed, there are other ways. We might get him into one of the concert-saloons—the Buffalo Bill House, for example. Williams would take care of him for us.”
“No.” Fanny spoke sharply. “No, Paul. If there is killing to be done, the fewer who know the better. And nobody outside the family.”
“She’s right,” Andre said, “but this is all so premature. This Orrin Sackett cannot know anything. Pierre was obviously French, obviously from Louisiana. He brought Sackett back here to outfit before we started west, but Sackett never left the river front. I don’t know what stirred this up, but all we have to do is sit quietly and allow it to pass. If he gets close then we can act.” He shrugged, looking down at the tip of his cigar. “After all, New Orleans may take care of him without our help. He would not be the first.”
“Have you seen him?” Fanny asked.
“Yes. He’s a big man, nearly as big as I am. Perhaps even as big. He’s a good-looking fellow, dresses well, seems to know his way around.”
Paul looked up. “Andre, wasn’t there some disturbance down on the waterfront a few years back? Some trouble involving some Sacketts?”
“I believe you are right, Paul. I do recall something of the kind. An attempt was made to rob one of them and there was a fight—quite a bloody one.”
“That could be the answer, Uncle Andre,” Fanny suggested. “A Sackett returns … a revenge killing.”
She was right, of course. It was a simple, logical method if it became necessary. He would make a few inquiries. If any of the old crowd were around he might just drop a word here and there. Anyway, this was all over nothing. This Sackett knew nothing, could know nothing.
A thought suddenly occurred to him. He still had the map. He had kept it, believing it held a clue to the treasure.
None of them knew he had it, for he had never mentioned it to anyone. After all, when one holds the only clue to the location of thirty million in gold one does not talk about it. The stuff was there. He had taken the time to look up the old reports turned into the government those many years ago, and of course, there was mention of the gold the French army had mined—thirty millions!
He had been thinking of going back to look for that gold, and this was probably the time. He was forty years old now, stronger and more able than ever. He must think about the future, and he had little faith in what Philip might leave them. Philip liked none of them too well, and with good reason.
What did Sackett know?
Orrin Sackett, standing before his mirror in the Saint Charles Hotel, combed his hair carefully, set his cravat in place, and left his room. At the head of the stairs he paused momentarily and touched his left side lightly. The Smith and Wesson Russian he carried was resting easily. No trouble was expected, but habit remains with a man.
So far the trip had netted him exactly nothing. He had doubted from the first that they would uncover anything. New Orleans was a big city. Twenty years had passed, and the clues he had were slight. Still, if it would please ma there was no effort he would not make.
After all, what information did he have? Twenty years ago a man of strong French accent wanted to make a trip to a certain place in the western mountains. That implied that he had made a previous trip or that he had knowledge of someone who had made such a trip.
Pa had been asked to guide this Frenchman, and the trip was expected to last but a few months—time to get there and return.
What would take a man to lonely mountains at the risk of being killed by Indians? Furs? To trap furs a man had to remain the winter through. A mine? Perhaps. He might wish to ascertain if the mine was worth development. Yet … wasn’t it more likely that he knew of gold already mined?
Or thought he did?
When Orrin added up all the information he had, he was looking for a Frenchman, probably from Louisiana, who had some previous connection, direct or indirect, with someone who had been to the western mountains.
Flimsy as that was, it did much to clear the field, for not many Frenchmen had gone west from Louisiana. From Canada … yes. Of course, France had controlled all of Louisiana for a time, and, during the period of the Mississippi Bubble and John Law, great efforts had been made to find gold and silver. Law had promised his investors wealth, and he made every effort to discover it—or indications of it.
This Frenchman had not wanted a large party. Yet, it was unlikely that they had actually gone alone.
Hence one of the party might have returned, or there might be a relative who knew something about the affair. The trouble was he had no starting point. Yet, the simplest way was often the best, and that meant checking the obvious sources—in this case, government records of mines, claims, and exploring expeditions in the back country.
Another way, equally simple, was to meet some of the older citizens and start them recalling their youth. It sometimes required patience, but he had an interest in such things and could afford a few days. Or he could get some discussion started of the John Law period—the most likely time for any mineral exploration.
Bienville, during his governorship, had wasted little time searching for nonexistent minerals. His had been a more practical, down-to-earth approach, and, had he been let alone to proceed as he wished, the colony might have been successful long before it was.
At dinner Orrin sat quietly and alone, listening to the idle talk around him and enjoying the lights and music. He had always enjoyed dining alone, for it gave him time to think as well as to absorb the atmosphere around him. And tonight the dining room was filled with attractive, beautifully gowned women and handsomely dressed men.
The two tables closest to his were occupied: one of them by a group of people of his own age or younger, the other by a very handsome older couple, a distinguished-looking man with a beautiful woman, her hair almost white, her eyes remarkably youthful.
He ordered his meal when the waiter appeared. “And the wine, sir?”
“Châteauneuf-du-Pape,” he said quietly.
The older gentleman turned his head and glanced at him. Their eyes met, and Orrin smiled. “An excellent wine, sir,” the man said.
“Thank you. Anything less would not fit the surroundings.”
“You are a stranger here?”
“I have been here more than once. But this is the first opportunity I have had to relax in a long while.” Orrin watched the waiter open his wine, tasted it, then said to the old man, “I am interested in some mining claims in the San Juan Mountains in Colorado. I have heard rumors to the effect that people from New Orleans located mines in that area.”
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- Publisher : Random House Audio; Unabridged edition (January 8, 2008)
- Language : English
- Audio CD : 5 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0739342185
- ISBN-13 : 978-0739342183
- Item Weight : 5.4 ounces
- Dimensions : 5.49 x 1.03 x 6.23 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #2,780,976 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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About the author
"I think of myself in the oral tradition--as a troubadour, a village tale-teller, the man in the shadows of a campfire. That's the way I'd like to be remembered--as a storyteller. A good storyteller."
It is doubtful that any author could be as at home in the world re-created in his novels as Louis Dearborn L'Amour. Not only could he physically fill the boots of the rugged characters he wrote about, but he literally "walked the land my characters walk." His personal experiences as well as his lifelong devotion to historical research combined to give Mr. L'Amour the unique knowledge and understanding of people, events, and the challenge of the American frontier that became the hallmarks of his popularity.
Of French-Irish descent, Mr. L'Amour could trace his own in North America back to the early 1600s and follow their steady progression westward, "always on the frontier." As a boy growing up in Jamestown, North Dakota, he absorbed all he could about his family's frontier heritage, including the story of his great-grandfather who was scalped by Sioux warriors.
Spurred by an eager curiosity and desire to broaden his horizons, Mr. L'Amour left home at the age of fifteen and enjoyed a wide variety of jobs, including seaman, lumberjack, elephant handler, skinner of dead cattle, and miner, and was an officer in the transportation corps during World War II. During his "yondering" days he also circled the world on a freighter, sailed a dhow on the Red Sea, was shipwrecked in the West Indies and stranded in the Mojave Desert. He won fifty-one of fifty-nine fights as a professional boxer and worked as a journalist and lecturer. He was a voracious reader and collector of rare books. His personal library contained 17,000 volumes.
Mr. L'Amour "wanted to write almost from the time I could talk." After developing a widespread following for his many frontiers and adventure stories written for fiction magazines, Mr. L'Amour published his first full length novel, Hondo, in the United States in 1953. Every one of his more than 120 books is in print; there are more than 300 million copies of his books in print worldwide, making him one of the bestselling authors in modern literary history. His books have been translated into twenty languages, and more than forty-five of his novels and stories have been made into feature films and television movies.
The recipient of many great honor and awards, in 1983 Mr. L'Amour became the first novelist to ever to be awarded the Congressional Gold Medal by the United States Congress in honor of his life's work. In 1984 he was also awarded the Medal of Freedom by President Reagan.
Louis L'Amour died on June 10, 1988. His wife, Kathy, and their two children, Beau and Angelique, carry the L'Amour publishing tradition forward with new books written by the author during his lifetime to be published by Bantam.
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Tell Sackett seems to be lonely for a woman whom he can settle down with, but that star seems to be out of his reach. He compares his qualities with his other brothers, and he seems to feel they have a better chance because they know how to talk to the opposite sex, whereas he gets tongue tied and says the wrong things. Tell
is a thinker, you know a strategies, who thinks of how can he get out of tight situations. He's deadly with his pistolas, a rifle. He can speak a bit of French, mexican spanish which he compared to the proper spanish spoke in Spain and New Orleans. He seems to clean up well when he goes out to dinner in New Orleans. He isn't ashamed to admit he gets scared. He describes how beautiful the Rocky Mountains and the other mountains he names. He respectful of others, and their beliefs especially the Native Americans. Like his father said, time waits on no one and change is coming and you have to accept it and move on or get left or die. These Sackett Men are men to ride the river with or back you up in in a tight spot..Men and women raised in the hills of Tennessee and Kentucky....who took care of their families and kin....
Orin Sackett has travelled to New Orleans to try to find any information about the last trip his father made as a guide in the western lands. Ma was getting on in years and she was worrying on what had happened to him. He never came back from that last trip and Pa was a hard man to kill. They might not find out where he died but Orin knew he had to try. All he had to go on was the name of the man with whom he was to travel, Pierre Bontemps. He tried asking around to see if anyone had known Pierre Bontemps, even though they had left New Orleans on their quest twenty years ago. Suddenly he was being stalked by a beautiful, blond, matahari. Four days later his older brother, William Tell Sackett, rode into town to help him search, but Orin was nowhere to be found!
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I can see how Louis became an American institution even reading here in the Highlands of Scotland .