Lou Prophet 4 by Peter Brandvold

Author:Peter Brandvold
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: adventure, action, cowboys, westerns
Publisher: Piccadilly Publishing

Chapter Fifteen

TWO DAYS LATER, Dave Duvall said, “Damn. There they are.”

He sat his horse on the side of a brown bluff, so he wouldn’t be outlined against the sky. He stared north through his field glasses as he rolled a foxtail stem between his lips.

He’d slowed his and the soldiers’ pace with the intention of finding out whether or not they were still being followed. He thought if the bounty hunter wasn’t still pursuing him, he might change his plans and head for Denver, as Denver was as good as any place to disappear for a while.

He’d lay up in a brothel, and if his trail still looked hot, he’d head to Arizona. If marshals or bounty men trailed him there, then he’d head to Mexico, but not before. Why fritter away his relative youth in the land of the bean-eaters if he didn’t have to?

Now, adjusting the glasses to bring the three riders— two men and the blonde girl—more plainly into view, it looked like he might have to.

“Boys, I need a volunteer,” he said to the soldiers gathered around him.

“What do you need a volunteer for, Mr. Duvall?” Clyde asked.

“I need a volunteer to wait here and see if he can ambush those three—at least pin them down and hole up till nightfall. Give us others a chance to regain our lead on them. Whoever does the ambush can light out after us once dark has fallen. Since they won’t know he’s gone, they’ll hole up till morning.”

The soldiers looked at each other. Clyde turned to Duvall with a befuddled crease between his eyes. “Why don’t we all just ambush them? I mean, hell, there’s only three of ‘em, right? And didn’t you say one’s just a girl?” He chuffed a laugh.

“One’s just a girl, but that girl’s got nine lives,” Duvall said as he watched the three riders angle around an old buffalo wallow, keeping a close eye on the relatively fresh horse tracks in the short-grass sod. “And one of the men is a man by the name of Prophet. Rebel bounty hunter. Tricky son of a bitch. Relentless. If we all laid back, he’d smell the trap.”

Duvall thought it over, then lowered the glasses to his chest and shook his head. “No. I don’t want to tangle with him out here with our ammo runnin’ low and our horses tired. But one man—a good man—could kill him ... if he knew what he was doing and didn’t give himself away.”

Duvall didn’t really think one of these yahoos could ambush the savvy Prophet without getting himself killed, but what the hell? The worst that could happen was that the ambusher would get himself killed while giving Duvall and the other two time to gain some distance. Then Duvall would only have two yahoos to kill later.

Then again, the shooter could always get lucky.

“But the guy who stays has to be foxy,” Duvall warned, looking each lad in the eye, like a sergeant on the eve of battle.

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