| WORSE THAN A BULLET
IN THE BACK Skye
Fargo wasn't one to shoot a man in the back--even a bloodthirsty Cheyenne. He
whispered, "Hey!", so the brave would wheel and face him. Then Skye's
Sharps spoke--blasting the Cheyenne away.
Suddenly iron arms encircled him from behind. He was lifted bodily and
shaken violently. the Sharps flew from his hand and he was flung facedown into the
cold Kansas snow. A heavy body was on his back, clinging to him like a snapping
turtle.
Skye winced when his head was pulled sharply upward. He knew what his
foe wanted to do. Snap his spinal cord like a toothpick. Each second brought
his head farther back, closer to agonizing death...unless Skye figured out incredibly fast
how to do the impossible... |
CARTRIDGE COUNTDOWN
Skye nearly wrenched the girl,
Lida, off her feet when he broke into a run, glancing every which way at converging
Paiutes. He was hopelessly outnumbered and he had only three bullets left.
A burly brave sprang from behind, a knife in his right hand. A
stinging pang lanced Skye's left arm, and he fired point blank in the warrior's face.
Then he spotted two lean youths coming from the west. both held bows,
and Skye whipped his head back as an arrow went past hi, its feathers brushing the tip of
his nose. Skye lifted the Colt and squeezed off his next-to -last shot.
One slug left, thought Skye, and braves swarming after him...which added up
to the his chances being zero to none.... |
