Red River Revenge (Remington Book 1) by Robert Vaughan

Author:Robert Vaughan [Vaughan, Robert]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
ISBN: 9781629189765
Publisher: Wolfpack Publishing
Published: 2016-05-22T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Hoofbeats pounded the ground as the five horses barreled toward the lawmen’s quiet camp. Grit and dust, kicked up by the fast-moving animals, hung in the air like a gray cloud in their wake.

Remington and his men were ready for the charging horsemen. Just after the bushwackers started in their direction, the three deputies had crawled across the ground on their bellies, rifles in hand, loaded pistols tucked into their belts. They had crawled from their bedrolls to the far end of the clump of trees behind them, away from the horses. They hadn’t bothered to put on their boots or gunbelts.

Ned now stood next to a tree where his shape blended in with the dark foliage of the leaves. He had a good view of the charging bushwackers and was prepared to raise his rifle when the time was right. Shaw and Beck stood near other trees where they could watch the fast-approaching horsemen.

Ned glanced out at the bedrolls that were thirty feet away. The deputies’ hats still sat on their respective saddles, each one near the head of a bedroll. Ned hoped the bushwackers would think that the lawmen were still asleep in the bedrolls, although he couldn’t imagine anyone dumb enough to ride into a trap. If the riders had realized how far their voices had carried, they would use more caution than they seemed to be using, riding out in the open that way. Maybe they knew, and maybe they had a trick or two of their own to try on the lawmen.

Remington’s muscles tautened as he watched the men looming up on them. His nerves felt like they were coiled tight, ready to spring. The rifle felt suddenly heavy in his hands. He held the butt of the weapon with one hand, his finger near the trigger. His other hand was cupped under the barrel, ready to raise it.

Ned didn’t like the odds, five against three, but he knew that he and his men had the advantage. They knew where the attackers were and they could judge when and where to fire.

The seconds ticked by and the men seemed to come at them in slow motion. The closer they got, the bigger the men looked. Ned knew that Harvey was a big brute of a man. He tried to figure out which rider was Harvey, but all of the men seemed to be the same size. From what he could see, Ned figured Paco Gaton and Peter Van Hook had plenty of big brutes to call on when they needed someone to go out and remove the barriers that got in the way of their profitable, but illegal cattle rustling business.

Remington knew one thing. Paco Gaton and Nor- ville Haskins weren’t among the five bushwackers who were storming down on the lawmen’s camp. Gaton was a short, small man and although Haskins was tall, Lina had said that he was lean and round-shouldered. None of the attackers could be considered lean.

Ned eased his finger around the trigger, and waited.

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