Slocum and the Blue-Eyed Hostage by Jake Logan

Author:Jake Logan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group

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Slocum on the gray, Sugar on the bay, they rode up the street of tent saloons and stores. No one was in sight except a fat dove in a sheer gown who stood in the doorway of one tent marked “Privates’ Club.” The fat around her waist pressed hard at the pink material. Her small breasts were partially exposed, and she forced a smile at Slocum and Sugar.

“You boys horny?” she asked.

“Not that horny,” Sug said.

Slocum snickered, and they rode on under an abusive barrage of the whore’s cuss words.

He stopped at the tent marked “Gilbert’s Mercantile,” and dismounted. “We might find some food to cook in here.”

Sug agreed, and swung her leg over the saddle, dropping heavily to the ground. They hitched their horses and went inside.

“Howdy, folks. What can I do for you?” the gray-haired man wearing an apron asked.

“I want a box of .44-40 ammo, for one thing.”

“Ain’t got much ammunition. Oh, I’ve got a few boxes left. Expecting some guns and ammunition any day. Arney Freight’s a-bringing me a large shipment of arms and ammo from St. Louis.”

“Wait—you said Arney Freight?” Slocum looked the man in the eye.

“Yes, why?”

“Might been a coincidence, but I saw a tarp with their name on a wagon that was down on the Canadian.”

“Was he lost?”

“Hell, I’m not certain. How many rifles were you expecting?”

“Forty.”

Slocum looked at Sug, and both said the words at the same time. “Black Horn’s rifles!”

“What do you mean Black Horn?” the man asked. “He’s a Comanche, ain’t he?” He blinked, obviously realizing for the first time that Sug was a woman.

“Right, and he’s looking to buy some rifles.”

“I ain’t selling him any.”

“We know that, but your rifles and ammo may have fallen into some greedy hands.”

“I could sell several of those guns if I had them right now,” the man lamented.

“Yes,” Slocum agreed, and pounded his fist on the counter. “After we get some food, we better go see the camp commander about this. He needs to know about Malloy and the rifles.”

“Captain Slade?”

“He the commander?”

“He’s gone right now in the field. There’s a new lieutenant from back East is out there. Good luck.”

“First, we need some food. You have any meat?”

“I can carve you some buffalo meat. Got a fresh-killed fat cow carcass hanging out back.”

Slocum looked at Sugar, and she nodded. “Go with him,” he said, and the man showed her the way to the rear of the tent. While they were gone to get the meat, Slocum went to the open front flap and studied the street. A familiar figure in buckskin with his arm in a sling rode up on a jaded roan horse.

The fat whore gave the buckskinner an inviting smile, but he shook his head and pushed the roan on. He narrowed his pale blue eyes and looked hard at Slocum.

“Well, bless me soul, if it ain’t old blood and guts himself!” The buckskin-clad man drew a leg over the horn and slid to the ground. “Man, it is you,

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