| TWO-TIME LOSER Grifter lunged, his huge arms
outstretched, sadistic glee curling his lips. He thought he had Fargo dead to
rights. He was dead wrong.
Shifting, the Trailsman rammed his rifle barrel into Grifter's gut.
Grifter doubled over, flushing scarlet. Clutching his abdomen, he tottered, spittle
flecking his chin.
"How about you two?" Fargo asked Grifter's surviving
sidekicks. Both vigorously shook their heads.
But Grifter did not know when he was well off. He snarled, "No
one does that to me! No one! By the time I'm through, you'll beg me to put you
out of your misery, you son of a ---"
He got no further, Fargo swung the Henry in tight arc, the stock catching
Grifter squarely on the cheek and splitting it like an overripe melon. Grifter
staggered, blood spurting. A roar of rage spewed from his throat, and he lunged
again. Fargo brought the stock up and around, smashing it against Grifter's jaw.
Teeth crunched. Like melting wax, the giant bruiser oozed to the earth,
unconscious.
Fargo looked down at him and smiled thinly. Double the trouble, double
the fun...and Skye had a hunch the fun was just starting.... |
TRUST Skye Fargo stood beside the Durango
Kid, facing Lopez and Ramon, the two pistoleros who had come into the saloon.
"Get out of the way, gringo," Lopez told Fargo. "This
does not concern you."
Fargo took a casual step to the right so he was directly in front of Ramon.
"You've come a long way just to die," Skye said.
Fargo dared not take his eyes off Ramon to check on the Kid. he could
only hope that the Kid's reputation was for real. Because these two pistoleros
were the best money could buy--and Skye could take out only one of them.
The very instant that Ramon's hands dipped, so did Skye's. A heavy
slug smashed into Ramon's chest and jolted him backward, but he did not go down. The
killer was forged of iron. Fargo fired again. Ramon staggered but tried to
level his pistols. Fargo put a third slug into him, and the pistolero oozed
to the floor like a lump of human wax.
Skye was dimly aware that bullets had been flying beside him. The
Durango Kid had better be still on his feet--or else the Trailsman had won his last
gunfight.... |
