It's a western, and a pretty pulpy one at that, but I kinda liked it! It's got the things you expect; lots of flowery descriptions of the desert southwest, indian braves, backstabbing ne'er-do-wells, buffalo soldiers, a damsel in distress, and of course, a lone ranger, and his dog. The titular Hondo, can do no wrong. He's always trying to do the right thing with as few words as possible. Like a super hero in buckskin tights. It's a guilty pleasure, but I'm a white man and this book was written to pander to my masculine fantasies and I can't help but love it! I especially enjoyed the bits of Apache lore, though I take them with salt.