HELLCAT
Agatha Jennings' message was
short but not sweet when she said what Skye could do with the two men he had saved her
from.
"Don't be bashful on my account," the buxom redhead told the
Trailsman. "If you're inclined to rub these two out, have at it."
"Bitch," one of them snapped.
Fargo had only to sift his weight and lash out with his left boot to
connect, his foot smashing into the man where it would do the most damage. The
sidewinder doubled over and clutched his groin, his face becoming beet red as he
sputtered, gasped, and tottered. Fargo took a step rearward, being careful to hold
his knife poised to slash should the other hard case get any fancy ideas. Then, his
body a blur, he planted a kick squarely on the first one's jaw. The man dropped like
a poled ox.
"Kick him again!" Agatha urged.
Skye Fargo had hooked onto a hellcat with claws--and with as big a lust
for bloodletting as hard loving.... |
AMBUSH BY AN EXPERT The man with the rifle was
good--almost too good to believe. Already Skye Fargo had used every trick he knew to
turn the tables on the assassin taking aim at him from ambush--and nothing had worked.
Now--just in time--he spied a bright glimmer of light, the reflection of
sunlight off a metal gun barrel. Fargo frantically threw himself to the right.
He heard the killer's rifle thunder and felt dirt strike his face as a the bullet
smacked into the soil.
Swiftly, Skye rolled behind a birch as a slug thudded into the trunk.
Hunkering down, he fed a cartridge into his Sharps, cocked the hammer, and set the
trigger. So far he had been incredibly lucky. But he couldn't expect his luck
to last forever.
Trouble was, he also couldn't expect his foe to make a mistake. For
the first time Skye was up against someone as smart and skilled at slaying and survival as
he was.
The Trailsman had met his match.
And he just might be about to meet his end.... |
