Rocky Mountain Revenge by Jon Sharpe

Author:Jon Sharpe [Sharpe, Jon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780451229564
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Amazon: B0072Q4GLO
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Publisher: SIGNET
Published: 2010-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

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Fargo was careful to stay well back to keep from being spotted. He never rode into the open if he could help it. For half an hour he trailed the warrior until the tracks brought him to a sawtooth ridge. He caught the scent of wood smoke. Drawing rein, he swung down, shucked the Henry, and stalked to a point that overlooked a winding valley. The warrior he had followed was almost to the bottom.

Other warriors waited for him. Fargo counted four, and was relieved. Even more so when he saw a dead buck had been slung over a horse. It was a hunting party, not a war party. Better yet, he took them to be Yakimas, allies of the Nez Perce. They posed no threat. That the warrior hadn’t shown himself to Small Badger and the others was probably out of caution brought on by the presence of a white man.

Fargo mounted and headed back. He took his time. He’d told Small Badger to keep going and he would catch up. Motomo, for once, didn’t object. It felt great to be shed of them. He couldn’t wait to deliver the Appaloosas and get on with his life.

The Nez Perce had not gone far. On a switchback Fargo drew rein and leaned on the saddle horn and watched them. It was nice to enjoy a few more minutes alone. Out of habit he scanned the slopes across the valley, and stiffened. Three horsemen were paralleling the Nez Perce, high up near the tree line.

Fargo could guess who they were—Speckled Wolf, Rooster and Ferret Killer. He’d figured they were long gone by now but he was wrong. When they filed in among dense firs and were out of sight, he reined down the mountain, riding hard.

Barely a quarter of a mile separated the mountain he had descended from the mountain the breeds were on. He circled around rather than expose himself, pushing the Ovaro to a gallop. He hoped the breeds were so intent on the Nez Perce that they wouldn’t spot him.

Once he was in among heavy pines Fargo slowed and reined up the slope. He had a long climb ahead. He imagined that Small Badger must be wondering what was keeping him but it couldn’t be helped. He needed answers and this time he was going to get them.

The tree line was so high up that when he reached it, the Nez Perce and their horses looked like ants. Fresh hoofprints showed that the breeds weren’t far ahead. With wary care Fargo closed on his quarry. He avoided patches of loose rock that might clatter and give him away. And there they were.

Fargo reined into cover. When they stopped so did he. Rooster pointed at the Nez Perce and said something and Speckled Wolf nodded. The three of them then angled down the mountain.

Wondering what they were up to, Fargo followed. They were making for the Nez Perce. Or rather for the end of the valley, apparently seeking to reach it before the Nez Perce did.

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