Gradually his tension eased, and he managed a smile. ‘Oughta be used to bein’ called names by now,’ he told himself ruefully. ‘Still gets under my skin, somehow.’ He paused as he approached the window of Philadelphia’s bedroom, and after a moment’s thought, tapped on it. It was opened from inside...
(A Frank Angel Western) #7 @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } Chapter Eight He’d told them to make it look good, and they did. Almost too damned good. He and Briggs swung into the saddle and kicked the horses into a gallop just as the guards burst through the screening...
In the high hills above Agua Caliente they split up. Vaughan grinned when Angel told them to ‘stay loose’. ‘I’m so loose my knees is knockin’,’ he told Angel. ‘Try and stop them before you get to town,’ Angel said. ‘Or they’ll know it’s you.’ ‘Don’t worry, capitano,’ Gates said. ‘Us soldiers of f...
Buck Cotton pulled his horse to a stop on the top of the slope, and dismounted, scanning the area in front of the house and the corral off on the southern side. There was no sign of a horse, no sign of movement. He nodded to himself, an eager smile playing around his lips. ‘I wonder where the Mex...
Although he was no military strategist, he could not help but admire the effectiveness of Denniston’s dispersion of his men. Between the chattering Picketwire and the road, at a place where the old Trail curved around and almost back upon itself as it labored upwards into the mountains, Denniston...
@page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } Chapter Two Frank Angel took his horse easily up Liberty’s main street, his gaze taking in the layout of the neat and tidy little town. It was the only way he could describe Liberty. It was a township which had sprung up in the first in...
@page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } Chapter Eighteen Their grisly duty done, the troopers returned to Fort Daranga. Thompson led them in, stepping down from the saddle and beating the dust from his uniform, then stamping up the steps into his office. Lieutenant Ellis came...
(A Franke Angel Western - Book 9) @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } Chapter Seven Willowfield sang like a bird. Angel identified himself to the United States marshal for Colorado, a tall, rangy man with the deep chest and sturdy legs of the mountain-born, and delivered ...
It was much later, after Barclay had gone, that she realized he was never far away the whole time Barclay was on the ranch. Unobtrusive, out of earshot; but always near. She had divined immediately upon seeing Barclay that he had not been welcomed by Green and David. Barclay, sitting opposite her...
(A Frank Angel Western Book 8) @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } Chapter Eighteen Now it was war. Before this it had been a jaunt, a manhunt with a known ending of sadistic pleasure, but now it was more than that. Koh-eet-senko wanted vengeance, just as Nix had predicte...
(A Frank Angel Western #5) @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } Chapter Six ‘Let me go with you,’ Howie Cade said. Dan Sheridan just looked at him. Then he looked at Frank Angel. He didn’t say anything. They stood there in the middle of the jailhouse, Howie with the shotgu...
Watching from the cave, Easton felt a surge of triumph as the sound of the engine ebbed and died: the bird was on the ground. Touching Ironheel’s arm as a signal, he led the way out of the cave, running flat out up a faint trail that led through close-set trees toward the north face of Chimney Ro...
@page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } Chapter Twelve They were waiting for him in Silver City. Torelli had run like a rabbit, fear forcing him to the limits of his own endurance on the long, punishing run south and west across the mountains. His mind blank with fear, Torell...
