Pistolero Justice (A Piccadilly Publishing Western by Patrick E. Andrews

Author:Patrick E. Andrews
Language: eng
Format: epub
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Publisher: Piccadilly Publishing

Chapter Ten

As Raul, Angel and Loretta continued their wild ride away from Selva Vista, the width of the road gradually narrowed in relationship to the density of the jungle that bordered it. When Raul managed to take several quick rearward glances, he discovered they were still being followed. It was obvious their pursuers were not going to let darkness nor the thickening jungle deter them.

As the three rounded a bend in the road, Raul pulled his carbine from its boot and signaled a halt. “Miss Slattery, go down the road a short distance and wait.” He turned to Angel with a wink. “Let us greet our enemy with flying bullets, eh?”

“It is best to use our carbines, verdad, patron?”

“Indeed! You have learned your lessons well.”

Angel happily grinned as they pulled their horses off to opposite sides of the road, and dismounted. They concealed themselves in the foliage as much as possible and waited. In only a few seconds, the pale moonlight revealed four horsemen coming around a curve less than fifty meters away.

“Ahorita — now!” Raul shouted.

Since it was too dark to aim, he merely pointed his weapon at their adversaries, then pulled the trigger. Angel tried to aim but could barely make out his targets as he fired. A horse collapsed to the road sending its rider into a crushing fall. Raul and Angel cocked and fired again, then both instinctively went for their pistols. They shot rapidly into the misty shadows, and were rewarded with shouts of pain and the sound of another body falling to the hard roadway. Several more shots caused a horse to rear, making its cursing rider fight to control the animal before turning to gallop away.

Suddenly it was quiet.

No sounds came from the fallen men. Raul left the cover of the jungle, and carefully approached the casualties. He checked each as carefully as he could in the dark. “Todos muertos — all dead.”

Angel was ecstatic. “Another victory for us, patron.”

“You are right in a way,” he cautioned Angel. “Since we have gained some time, I am going to change my clothes.”

“I put your trail garments in your saddlebags,” Angel said. “It seemed a shame to leave your suits back at the hotel.”

“I will have no further need of them until our job is done,” Raul said. He shucked his fancy clothing and tossed it all into the brush. After donning his trail outfit, he mounted Borrasca. “This fight is not over yet. We must continue on our way.”

“But why are we headed south?”

“They will be expecting us to turn north and that is where they will search for us. I have studied the map and located a small port city a short way into Guatemala.”

“Are we going to take a ship?”

“Let us hope there is one that will sail us straight to California. If not, we shall have to make other plans.”

They galloped down to where Loretta Slattery waited. She was visibly relieved at seeing them. “Is everything all right?”

“Yes, Miss Slattery,” Raul answered.

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