Guns of Arizona: A Land Where Legends Are Made (Arizona Territory Book 1) by Legg John

Author:Legg, John [Legg, John]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Wolfpack Publishing
Published: 2015-06-17T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

It took even longer for Guthrie, Valencia, and Espinoza to make their way to a spot where they could overlook the Apache camp. In addition to their trying to be extra wary, since the Apaches would be alert now, Valencia was slowing down. Age was catching up to the Mexican, and he shuffled along slowly.

But finally they were at a spot where they could watch the Apaches. A dozen warriors sat or stood around one fire, talking in their guttural language. Guthrie had no idea what they were saying, but he did sort of like the fact that they were grouped together. It should make his—and his companions’— job easier.

Trouble was, the fire was just a little too far away for an easy toss of a stick of dynamite. Plus so many warriors standing around the fire would get in the way of any throw. Guthrie stood, thinking, worrying over the problem even as he worried over the molar.

He finally decided that the direct approach was best. Dawn was not far off, and he was getting tired of all this. He had no wish to die, but he knew that a certain amount of daring was necessary. That daring might also be enough to keep him alive for the few moments he would need to do his job.

With a nod of decision, he silently directed Valencia and Espinoza. When they were in position, Guthrie took a deep breath and pulled the Remington. From inside his shirt, he took a stick of dynamite. He had four left there, his supply replenished from the small box of the explosives on the mule. Then he stepped out from the cover of the trees.

In the dark shadows, he was not seen. He stopped at what he thought was a safe distance from the fire. Thumbing back the Remington’s hammer caused a mild stir, but the Apaches appeared to settle down almost immediately, unaware of any danger. Guthrie brought the pistol up and fired, shooting the Apache directly in front of him in the back. He swung a bit to the right and shot another.

Before the other warriors could react, Guthrie flipped the stick of dynamite. It landed dead center in the fire. One of the Apaches yelled something as Guthrie fired at another Indian. As Guthrie turned to dive back into the cover of the trees, all hell broke loose.

The dynamite went off with a roar muffled slightly by the bodies still standing around the blaze. It gave Guthrie an added impetus as he dived for the trees. He skidded along the dirt until he slammed into a ponderosa pine. He grunted as pain stabbed through his shoulder. But he scrambled up and swung to face the Apache camp. An Indian was rushing toward him. He fired twice and then the Apache plowed into him.

Guthrie shoved the Apache off him, ready to beat the Indian’s brains out, if necessary. But the warrior was dead, and he rolled heavily off and into the brush at Guthrie’s insistent push.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.