No matter how badly his leg hurt, Slocum needed a splash of cold water more than anything else after she left him without doing much more than kissing him for a few minutes. Still, it was better than nothing. Now that he had some time to take stock of his injury, Slocum re...
Try as he might to fight it, the day wore on him and he fell into a deep doze. Hours later, how many he had no idea, Slocum awoke slowly, groggy and fuzzy headed, as if he’d been on a three-day drunk. It was still dark. He tried to sit up, but found he was hog-tied, his kn...
They weren’t about to let Jack slip through their fingers again. The three gunmen took turns at the front, where they could look for anything that might let them know they were still on the right trail. Once Slocum and Jack had met up with the larger group of horses, tracking them became even eas...
Steve Beck yelled from the jail where he was trapped. He banged on the door with his fists and shouted in a loud voice. “Hey, somebody! Get me out of here.” He kicked the jail door until the lock rattled. And he yelled some more. The cries were muffled, but Johnny heard them every time he walked ...
Then he slid backward down the slope. The blast exhausted itself above him, saving his life. At the bottom, Slocum lay stunned in the absolute darkness, trying to gather his wits. He finally sat up and groped about until he found a wall. Using it as a crutch, he stood and ...
The thought of a severe disturbance made Slocum’s belly crawl. When they reached her place, it was near dark. But slung over his lap they had a fat doe he’d shot an hour before. They’d need the meat, and Wilma also spoke about riding in to a settlement for coffee beans if he had some spare money....
He stopped at the Peralta Springs Ranch, and the segundo, Juan Calero, put him up for the night. After the evening meal, they laughed around the campfire about the firefight with the Cowboys on the west slopes of the Mule Mountains with the Gatling gun. “We heard five men ...
Marianne Lomax said, frowning. She looked out over the crowd gathered in the Lonely Cuss Cantina and Drinking Emporium and began to despair. “You did what you said, Sheriff, and there’s no way I can repay you, but this is too much.” She started to take off the leather apron, but Harvey Whitehill ...
Slocum asked. He moved along the corral fence to be certain this was Baransky’s mule. It was. A peculiar white star off-center on the face was identical, as was a long brown mark on the right front leg. “Nobody around here has a name. Why should they?” Slocum glanced at the merchant and knew he w...