Chance Truscott said. “Don’t look so bad?” Rex Fannon raised his bandaged hand, wincing. “I only got two fingers left, Cap’n!” “Two fingers and a thumb,” Truscott reminded him. “I’ve seen men do with less.” “Easy for you to s...
There wasn’t much to do, in fact, since he had always lived in rented rooms and traveled light. He packed some clothes and shaving gear into a portmanteau, procured a leather case to hold his Henry rifle and its cleaning gear, then settled with his landlord on the rent. He did not pay to have the...
No great surprise on either count, of course, but facing up to one’s mortality was never pleasant, and the bitter aftertaste of breakfast—fatty bacon and some beans, washed down with lousy campfire coffee—only made it worse. He was relieved, therefore, to see the smudge of Stateline when it final...