Destiny Of The Mountain Man by W. Johnstone William

Author:W., Johnstone, William
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp
Published: 2005-12-01T07:00:00+00:00

“Son of a bitch,” Preston said, laughing, as he slid his rifle back into the saddle sheath. “Did you folks see that shot? Hell, it had to be five hundred yards at least.”

Brandt rode up then. “Manning, you and Waco ride down there to where he came from and make sure there’s nobody else coming,” he ordered. “We’ve got two or three thousand dollars on the hoof here and I wouldn’t want anything to happen that would keep us from collecting.”

“All right, Major,” Manning said. “Come on, Waco.”

The two men rode at least three miles before they came upon a cow camp. There were three men sitting around a fire. When they heard Waco and Manning approaching, they stood and faced them.

“Quién es usted?” one of them asked. “Dónde ser Juan?”

“Speak English,” Waco said as he swung down from his horse to face the three men. He noticed that all three men were wearing pistols.

“Who are you? Where is Juan?”

“Juan is dead,” Waco answered.

“Muerto?”

“Dead, yes. And I killed him.” That wasn’t exactly true. It was Preston, not Waco, who shot Juan. But for Waco’s purposes right now, it didn’t matter who killed Juan.

“You killed him?”

“Yeah,” Waco said. “What are you going to do about it?

Waco stared at the three men, a mirthless smile on his face.

It took the three men a moment to realize that they were being challenged. But how could that be? Was it possible that one man, with his pistol still in his holster, was challenging all three of them.

“Ahora!” one of them yelled and, as one, all three men reached for their pistols.

The smile on Waco’s face actually grew broader and he watched, almost with detachment, as the three Mexicans started for their guns. He paused for just a second, then with little more than a jump in his shoulder, his gun was in his hand. He fired three times, firing so quickly that the echoes from the gunshots came back as one sustained roar.

All three Mexicans went down, mortally wounded. Not one had managed to get off a shot.

Waco held his smoking gun for a moment as he looked at the bodies of the three men he had just killed; then he twirled the gun a couple of times before putting it back in his holster. Gunsmoke from the three discharges drifted across the area, and some even wisped up from the end of the barrel at the bottom of his holster.

Waco looked up at Manning, who had watched the entire thing unfold. Manning had an expression of shock and awe on his face.

“Mr. Manning,” Waco said. “No scattergun?”

Manning blanched in quick fear.

“You know I could kill you now, don’t you?” Waco said. “I could kill you, and say it was one of these boys who did it.”

“I . . . I reckon you could,” Manning said meekly.

Waco chuckled. “Well, don’t worry. I ain’t goin’ to.” He nodded toward the three bodies. “What did you think of that?”

“Fastest damn thing I’ve ever seen,” Manning agreed.

“Faster’n Smoke Jensen?”

“I don’t see how he could be any faster,” Manning agreed.

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