Shane

The Story

He rode into our valley in the summer of ’89, a slim man, dressed in black. “Call me Shane,” he said. He never told us more.There was a deadly calm in the valley that summer, a slow, climbing tension that seemed to focus on Shane.“There’s something about him,” Mother said. “Something . . . dangerous . . .”“He’s dangerous all right,” Father said, “but not to us.”“He’s like one of these here slow burning fuses,” the mule skinner said.“Quiet . . . so quiet you forget it’s burning till it sets off a hell of a blow of trouble. And there’s trouble brewing.”Jack Schaefer is best known for this timeless classic.