FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   117   118   119   120   121   122   123   124   125   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133   134   135   136   137   138   139   140   141  
142   143   144   145   146   147   >>  
ed to close the border when we set up that ambush. Meanwhile"--he glanced back--"Teodoro!" "_Si, Don_ Cazar?" "How far are we from your hunting-camp site?" "Two, maybe three miles. Slow riding in the dark, _Don_ Cazar." "We'll head there. That--except for the hole behind us which Bartolome will cover--is the only water for miles. And we're between Kitchell and the border spring. One thing he will have to have is water. We stake out the pools and sooner or later they will come to us." It made sense, but still Drew was impatient. Out there one of Kitchell's men, or perhaps the outlaw himself, was riding Shiloh. The fact that Rennie's plan seemed a gamble did not make it any easier to follow. But the Kentuckian could think of nothing better to offer. The moon was rising as they came to the water hole near the mustangers' camp. Men and animals drank together, and when Drew dismounted his weariness hit--hard. Fatigue was a gray cloud in his brain, a weight on arms, legs, body. Voices around him sounded faint and far away as he steadied himself with a grasp on the stirrup leathers and fought not only to keep on his feet but awake. "What's the matter with you, boy?" Drew tried to lift his head, tried to summon words to answer that demand. A sullen kind of pride made him release his hold and stand away from the bay, only to reel back and bring up hard against a rock, grating his arm painfully. He clung there for a moment and got out: "Nothing a little sleep won't cure." He spoke into the dark outline of Hunt Rennie. "I'm all right." Drew made a painful effort, pulled himself away from the rock to fumble at the cinches of the bay's saddle, only to be pushed aside. "Steer him over there, Perse ... bed him down." The Kentuckian's last scrap of protest leaked away. He hardly knew when a blanket was pulled up over him as he lay in a rock niche, already drifting into deep sleep. Voices awoke him into the gray of early morning. The light was hardly brighter than moonlight but he could make out Hunt Rennie, sitting cross-legged, rifle to hand, while Chino Herrera squatted on his heels before him. Chino had not been with them when they left the pass. And there was Greyfeather, too. Their party had had reinforcements. Drew pushed away the blanket and sat up, realizing he was stiff with cold. Fire ... hot coffee ... there was no sign of either. He yawned and jerked his coat straight about him. His attention sud
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   117   118   119   120   121   122   123   124   125   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133   134   135   136   137   138   139   140   141  
142   143   144   145   146   147   >>  



Top keywords:

Rennie

 

riding

 

Voices

 

blanket

 

Kentuckian

 

border

 

pushed

 

pulled

 
Kitchell
 

cinches


saddle
 

fumble

 

painfully

 
outline
 

grating

 
painful
 
Nothing
 

moment

 

effort

 

moonlight


realizing

 

reinforcements

 
Greyfeather
 

coffee

 
straight
 

attention

 

jerked

 

yawned

 
morning
 

drifting


leaked

 

protest

 

brighter

 

Herrera

 

squatted

 

release

 

sitting

 

legged

 
sooner
 
spring

impatient

 

gamble

 

Shiloh

 

outlaw

 

Teodoro

 

glanced

 

Meanwhile

 

ambush

 

hunting

 

Bartolome