Clay Nash 4 by Brett Waring

Author:Brett Waring
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: wells fargo, winchester rifle, colt 45, piccadilly publishing, gunfighters of the old west, brett waring, clay nash western series, western and cowboy adventure ebooks
Publisher: Piccadilly Publishing

Chapter Five

The Break

Zack Forrester’s wound was feeling better today. It had been giving him hell the last couple of days and he had been sure he was working up to a fever at one stage but now it not only felt better, it looked better.

The Mexican girl who tended him, a buxom, flashing-eyed señorita named Katerina Morales, had gentle fingers but he still winced as she placed the clean dressing over the wound and bound it firmly into place. She heard his quick breathing, knew he was in pain, and reached for the stone jug of whisky on the floor beside the bed. She handed it to him silently.

Zack took it and drank greedily, slopping some of the liquid down his chin. He sighed when he took it away from his mouth. He patted the girl’s ample thigh. “Gracias, Trina. You know how to look after a man.” He ran his eyes up and down her fine, aggressive figure as she moved around, clearing up the things. “Hey! You don’t have to get back to your village right away, do you?”

She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled slowly with her red lips. “You may feel better, Zachary, but I think you are not that ready yet.”

Forrester smiled crookedly. “Won’t hurt none to find out.”

She shook her head and the glistening cascade of blue-black hair fell across her shoulders, bare above her peasant blouse, which was beaded and embroidered colorfully.

“In a few days, maybe. We will see.”

Zack Forrester was disappointed, and his face reflected it as he drank more from the whisky jug. Then he froze, the jug halfway to his mouth. The girl glanced at him swiftly as he set down the jug fast and pulled his Colt from its rig on the bedpost beside him. The hammer clicked back and he pointed the gun at the door, but he spoke to Trina without looking at her.

“Take a look out the window and see who that is,” he ordered.

The girl moved swiftly to the window and pulled the burlap drapes aside, looking out into the yard surrounding the adobe shack. Two horsemen were pulling up and dismounting. She turned back to face Forrester.

“Your amigos. Lester and Magee,” she told him.

Forrester nodded but still didn’t look in her direction, nor did he lower the gun hammer. Not until the door opened slowly and Clem Lester and Link Magee came in, their hands held shoulder-high as Forrester had instructed them to do whenever entering his room. Then he put the Colt away and the girl prepared to leave.

“I will call again this evening, Zachary,” she said softly, leaning over him and kissing him lightly.

He grasped her hand and pulled her down, his other arm going around the back of her head. He kissed her soundly, allowed her to pull back, but did not release her hand. He patted the edge of the bunk beside him.

“Set a spell, Trina. No hurry to go, is there?”

She shrugged. “No, but I thought ...” She gestured at the others.

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