Oliver Strange - Sudden Westerns 10 - Sudden Plays A Hand(1950) - Plot & Excerpts
He entered without knocking, and the occupant took his hand away from a gun-butt only when he recognised the visitor. He was a middle-aged man, of medium build, with a thin, sour face and restless eyes. He wore two guns, the holsters tied down. A bottle and two glasses before him. “Well, Lukor, how’s the world treatin’ you?’ the rancher said. Too damn seldom,’ was the growled reply. He pointed to a chair and the whisky. “Help yoreself.’ “I will, but I’m really here to help you.’ This attempt at humour produced only a contortion of the close-shut, almost bloodless lips which was more like a sneer nhan a smile. “Can that kind o’ chatter,’ their owner said. “I never could figure you as a charitable institootion.’ “But I pay well,’ the rancher retorted. He poured out some spirit, and as the other grabbed the bottle and half-filled his own glass, added, “I’d go light on that stuff.’ “Bah!
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