Shane

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 . . . [...]
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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.