It's Your Misfortune And None Of My Own (Code Of The West) - Plot & Excerpts
Through his worn duckings, Tap Andrews felt sharp fragments of rock dig into his knees. Keeping his attention on the horizon, he slipped five more .44-40 center-fire cartridges from his bullet belt and slid them into the breech of his Winchester ’73. Then he leaned it with care beside him. The column of dust in the distance rolled toward the rocky outcrop, the only break in the high desert floor. “They’re goin’ to charge us, ain’t they?” a shaky voice called from the lower left. “Yep,” Tap acknowledged, “I reckon they will.” The dry northern Arizona air tasted bitter, like the yellow and red desert that surrounded him. “Are they Apaches?” “Nope.” “How can you tell?” “’Cause we’re in Navajo country.” “We could sure use a couple dozen of them blue-coated cavalry boys.”
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