| TWO DOWN Two of the vicious Haskell brothers
lay on the saloon floor. But Stone Haskell was still alive, and Skye Fargo dived for
cover as the last brother's shots split the air.
From under a table, Fargo heard Stone Haskell snarl, "Throw your
six-shooter over by the bar, then stand up with your hands high. Do it by the time I
count to three--or I kill the barkeep. I got my gun to his head."
Haskell paused. "One."
Fargo could think of no way to avoid complying. any delay on his part,
and an innocent man died.
"Two"
"Don't kill him. Here's my gun." Fargo gave the pistol
a toss. Then he stood up. "Satisfied?"
"I am sure am." Haskell grinned. "That was a
stupid thing to do, mister. No one is worth dying for." Sneering with
contempt, he pointed his six-shooter at Skye Fargo's chest.
Two men were dead. One more had to die today. And unless
Fargo could move faster than a bullet, it was going to be him.... |
FAR EAST VS.
WILD WEST
Skye Fargo had seen what the strange art of karate could do when the earl chopped down a
huge Indian brave and killed him as easily as snapping a twig.
Now it was Fargo's turn. He did not even see the earl's kick coming.
His vision swam and his knees buckled. Through sheer force of will he stayed
upright.
Anger made Fargo step forward and punch. he should have known better.
A moment later he was flying head over heels, tumbling in the dust. Bruised
and aching, he heard mocking laughter.
"You don't stand a chance, and you're too stupid to realize it,"
the earl said. "I was taught by the master Kano himself."
The earl smiled then as he advanced toward Fargo. "I want to
relish this. I want to whittle you down piece by piece and hear your screams when I
break you apart."
The earl was a human killing machine, and all the Trailsman had were kicks
as fast as lightning and hands as deadly as twin axes.... |
