His glass was in his right hand, halfway to his mouth. His Colt was in his holster, partway under the table. Zeke’s gun hand was inches from his Smith & Wesson, his thumb hooked in his gun belt. “Any last words?” he said. “Just like this?” Fargo...
“Congratulations, Fargo, on a job well done. You just killed Spider Winslowe, one of the most wanted hombres in the territory. He’s a murderer and road agent. Had him his own gang up around Santa Fe.” The match blew out and both men stood up. “I rec...
Wringing her slender hands, she translated. Fargo thought he was ready. His fingers were curled around the Colt and he was poised to draw. He figured Nan Kua would say something to the other two and all three would come at him at once. He was wrong....
Clyde was there, his shoulder bandaged, and other faces Fargo recognized from the farm. Orville towered above the rest. He came up and gripped the Colt, careful not to stand in front of the muzzle. “I’ll take that.” With Abner’s revolver to his temple, Fargo didn’t have any choice. He frowned and...
“Word got out fast,” Billy remarked. “Looks like you’re totin’ the no-good label, Fargo.” The Trailsman was relaxed in the saddle but vigilant, his sun-slitted gaze missing nothing. “Looks that way,” he agreed cheerfully. “But if I’m the King Rat, what’s that make you for siding me?” “What I’ve a...
The lawman pulled out a chair and motioned at Maria and she brought a cup and the pot over. As she poured, Moleen pushed his hat back on his head and scratched his chin. “A hell of a mess.” “And then some,” Fargo said. “I’ve known Garvin pretty near twenty years, ever since he came to work for th...