EDGE: 53 Hitting Paydirt by George G. Gilman

Author:George G. Gilman
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: General Fiction
Publisher: LOBO PUBLICATIONS
Published: 2018-10-02T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Edge carried the slender form of the shallow-breathing Kitty Chang out of the cell in which she had almost been murdered. Without a backward glance toward the noosed rope that was still suspended, unmoving, above the blood-drenched corpse of her would-be executioner. And found he was involuntarily and compulsively caught up in a fantasy in which it was dangerously easy to think of himself as immune to the natural laws that governed normal men.

He had ridden into this town of Paydirt just a few short hours ago, wanting but not over-anxious to acquire, certain non-essential items. Of his requirements, just something to eat remained unfulfilled. And his belly was still empty only because he had added something else to his list. He had seen and wanted this woman who was really just a girl. Who was unknown to him when he first saw her in the gunsmith store. And was still a stranger to him. Except that he knew from first-hand experience that she wanted desperately to kill the most powerful man in this town.

As desperately as he had wanted this woman? Well, now he had her. After two violence charged encounters with the man she sought to kill. Had her - in terms of holding her unconscious body in his arms - because he had killed a man. Or rather, something that looked like a man. But came from much lower down the scale of living creatures from the way he had mauled Kitty Chang for sexual pleasure while she lay senseless. Before he hanged her.

And to get her Edge had simply walked down the quiet main street of Paydirt: just once considering it necessary to duck out of sight. Then entered the office of the duly appointed town sheriff and killed him. In a lamplit building right across the street from a saloon crowded with local citizens: many of whom had seen this woman try to gun down one man and by accident kill another.

So now here he was, carrying his prize out of the place where he had committed murder. The lamp still burning. The saloon still filled with noisy customers. Any number of whom might choose any moment to open the doors and step outside at the start of their homeward trek.

At the office doorway Edge did not have to pause and struggle to reach for the knob without setting down the woman. For Michael had made good time on his arthritic legs from the rear of the lock-up. Opened the door from the outside and asked:

'You got anythin' in mind to do with the woman, boss?'

His gaze scanned Edge's impassive features just once. Then he directed short-sighted glances along the street, out toward the railroad depot where a single lamplit window gleamed, and over his shoulder at the brightly lighted Lucky Seven Hotel.

Edge was still in a state of near euphoria in which anything was possible, if he wanted it to be so. Not unlike the first stages of drunkenness when a man feels no pain.

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