THE MAN CALLED HONDO
He was a big man, wide shouldered, with the lean, hard-boned face of the desert rider. There was no softness in him. His toughness was ingrained and deep, without cruelty, yet quick, hard, and dangerous. Whatever wells of gentleness might lie within him were guarded and deep.... He was Hondo Lane, a man not soon forgotten by those he encountered on the danger trail.