Grandma gave me this book to read. "The Iron Marshal" (1979) by Louis L'Amour is not too believable, mostly because the Marshal is a teenage kid who thinks and speaks with the wisdom of someone much, much older than that. But the story is alright. I don't have much else to say about it, I reckon. My life is not nearly as interesting as the Marshal's. I wish I had something interesting to tell you, but there's just nothing worth telling. I hope you're having a good Summer.