Bodie 7 by Neil Hunter

Author:Neil Hunter
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: bounty hunter, wild west, old west, gunfighters, gunmen, western ebook, neil hunter, cowboy story, bodie the stalker, american frontier life, online western
Publisher: Piccadilly Publishing

Chapter Eleven

Mid-afternoon and Bodie figured he had no more sweat to give. He was parched dry from head to foot. The overwhelming heat struck him like hammer blows and his body ached all over. His head pulsed with a monotonous regularity. He had turned up the collar of his shirt to protect the back of his neck but there was little else he could do to protect himself from the sun. He was out in the open, with nothing to offer shade and until he reached Pinto Wells there was no relief.

Bodie simply kept moving. He was single-minded once he set a course. In this instance he had little choice to do otherwise.

Three hostile guns at his back.

The unforgiving desert spread around him.

Pinto Wells ahead promising him the only salvation he was about to be offered.

He narrowed his eyes against the sun’s reflected glare. The pale sand threw the light back in his face and generated enough heat to be felt through the soles of his boots.

As hard as his situation was Bodie refused to let it get to him. There was no point. He was here. Had no way of escaping the moment, so he kept moving, letting his mind conjure up what it was going to be like when he reached the tinajas. That was something positive.

The smooth rock formations. The deep pans holding the cool, clear water that bubbled up through the fractured strata. Somewhere in the depths of his heat-frazzled mind he remembered the words that explained the phenomenon that allowed Pinto Wells to exist. Artesian well. That was it. Water beneath the ground being pushed to the surface through natural pressure. Bodie tried to recall where he had heard the phrase but it evaded him. His dry lips formed a thin smile. Hell of a time to start remembering something like that, he decided. Not that it was going to help much. The only thing that really mattered was actually reaching Pinto Wells so he could dunk his head in the water. Drink his fill. Wash away the gritty sand that was creeping into every part of him.

The only way to make that happen was to keep walking. One slow step at a time. He felt the thin stir of the desert wind. It lifted grains of sand that peppered his legs. Bodie lifted his head and studied the big sky, wondering if there was going to be another blow. The breeze remained slight. Just a faint disturbance that touched the surface of the desert. It didn’t become any stronger. Nearby he heard the soft rustle of dried grass making sound as the wind disturbed it. A flicker of movement caught his eye and he spotted the rapid slide of a lizard as it skittered its way across the sand. Despite its barren appearance there was life around him. Lizards. Snakes. Always something.

And right now the most dangerous form of life was crossing the desert.

Man.

The species that killed without thought. Killed because of anger. Greed. Or simply because it could.

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