TESTING
TIME
Sky Fargo thought he was the only
Anglo on the Otero ranch. But now a new gun was on the payroll.
"As I live and breathe," the Trailsman said sarcastically,
"it's Jessie Walker. I should have known you were around. I've
been smelling a strange odor."
Walker wasn't alone. He had a crew of fellow killers with him.
They started to close in on Fargo.
"No!" Walker bellowed. "This high-and-mighty son
of a bitch is mine." He faced Fargo, his hands at waist height.
"I've heard a lot about you, Trailsman. they say you're the best.
Well, I've got news for you. I'm better."
Someone was going to have to swallow
his words--and wash them down with blood.... |
DEVIL'S BARGAIN "Hello, Fargo, you son of a
gun," Blue Raven said, swaying slightly from the liquor he'd been drinking.
"I've struck a good bargain with my friend here, Chief Iron Trail. Would
you like to hear?"
"No," Skye snarled.
"I'll tell you anyway," Blue Raven said. "I get
ten of his best horses, four rifles, ammunition, and whiskey for a month." Blue
Raven smiled. "And guess what he gets? The blonde. Your pinto.
And you."
"Me?" said Skye.
Blue Raven nodded. "The Bloods are holding a special celebration
tonight and you'll be the guest of honor. Of course, you'll be tied to stakes during
the festivities. But you won't mind so much by the time they're done skinning you
alive."
So this was it, Skye Fargo
thought. The end of the trail for the Trailsman.... |
