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Original Title:	Jubal Sackett
ISBN:	0553277391 (ISBN13: 9780553277395)
Edition Language:	English
Series:	The Sacketts #4
Characters:	Jublain Sackett, Keokotah, Kapata, Itchakomi Ishaia
Setting:	Tennessee River Valley,1600(United States)

Jubal Sackett (The Sacketts #4)

Louis L'Amour

Paperback | Pages: 368 pages

Rating: 4.19 | 6452 Users | 290 Reviews

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Title	:	Jubal Sackett (The Sacketts #4)
Author	:	Louis L'Amour
Book Format	:	Paperback
Book Edition	:	Special Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 368 pages
Published	:	May 1st 1986 by Bantam (first published May 1985)
Categories	:	Westerns. Fiction. Historical. Historical Fiction

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In Jubal Sackett, the second generation of Louis L’Amour’s great American family pursues a destiny in the wilderness of a sprawling new land.

Jubal Sackett’s urge to explore drove him westward, and when a Natchez priest asks him to undertake a nearly impossible quest, Sackett ventures into the endless grassy plains the Indians call the Far Seeing Lands. He seeks a Natchez exploration party and its leader, Itchakomi. It is she who will rule her people when their aging chief dies, but first she must vanquish her rival, the arrogant warrior Kapata. Sackett’s quest will bring him danger from an implacable enemy . . . and show him a life—and a woman—worth dying for

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This book definitely started off slower than the other Sackett books, but my goodness, what a great book. Jubal Sackett, the quiet son of Barnabas, is a loner, a dreamer, an explorer. Like his father, he has a love for the land. He is not content to stay in the wild frontier of the Carolinas or even the rugged Tennessee valley. Jubal, virtually half native by upbringing and inclination, wants to see the great mountains that divide this new continent. The tug of the distant frontier, the lure of

I got this audio version of the book from the library recently to listen to when I was busy with mindless tasks...or just wanted something on when I was "relaxing". I read it many years ago and recalled it as I listened. On the whole I like Louis L'Amour and this is an early title(in the story's time line) of his most "iconic" fictional family the Sacketts.I've read several reviews of the L'Amour books here and one thing I've seen criticized in them (though not "real" often) is his treatment of

Great series!

I stopped in at the VA Medical Center a couple days ago to update my prescriptions and looked over the collection of pocketbooks on the swap table in the waiting room while waiting to be processed, and I found a bunch of paperback books by Louis LAmour. They were old pocketbooks, which is only natural, because I have been reading Louis LAmours novels since I was a teenager. I grabbed one that I did not recognize as having read before, with a reason for taking it mostly being because of the

I can see why the men in my family enjoyed the writing of L'Amour. First one I've read. The history was interesting, with enough action, plot, romance, and moral characters that you cared about to keep reading. I found the spelling of the Indian names interesting, and the way the tribes made alliances, merged, learned about horses. Quick, fun read.

I enjoyed this one, too, though not quite as much as the last. Which is odd, now I think on it. I liked Jubal much more than Kin, and his story is nearly as strong. I think I didn't connect very well with Jubal's goals, though, and his "dream" of going ever further west and seeing things no other white man had seen didn't really thrill me much. Which is a shame, because Itchakomi is by far my favorite heroine so far, too (though I found the chapter from her perspective a bit jarring).Again, we

So it was that in the last hour of darkness I went down the mountain through the laurel sticks, crossed a small stream, and skirted a meadow to come to the trace I sought.Nearly one hundred years before De Soto had come this way, his marchings and his cruelties leaving no more mark than the stirring of leaves as he passed. A few old Indians had vague recollections of De Soto, but they merely shrugged at our questions. We who wandered this land knew this was no "new world". The term was merely a