"His word is not wind," admitted the old ruffian grudgingly.
They had dropped down from the heights and were traversing a narrow plateau that broke into a series of gorges at the other end. Willoughby thought of the letter in his pocket, which had come to him by devious ways. He had memorized it, recognizing its dramatic value as a historical document.
If you want to parley, come to Shaitan's Minaret, alone. Let your escort stop outside the mouth of the gorge. They won't be molested, but if any Orakzai follows you into the gorge, he'll be shot.
Francis X. Gordon.
Concise and to the point. Parley, eh? The man had assumed the role of a general carrying on a regular war, and left no doubt that he considered Willoughby, not a disinterested arbiter, but a diplomat working in the interests of the opposing side.
"We should be near the Gorge of the Minaret," said Willoughby.
Baber Ali pointed. "There i
An American from the southwest joins with Afghan tribesmen to avenge his friends' deaths in a blood feud. He can use any weapon, has superhuman stamina, and can move swiftly and silently.
Like most Howard stories, the plotting and descriptions are better than average. None of the characters have deep psychological motivations for what they do--it's all, action-reaction-reaction-reaction driving the plot; nothing very subtle.
A good action tale.
An American adventurer plans revenge against a treacherous Afghan tribal leader. Excellent.
At first I wasn't sure if I liked the El Borak stories as much as the Conan or Solomon Kane ones. But I have to say this story is electrifying. It rushes from the start to the end like a freight train. It's packed full of action and adventure. Highly recommended.