The Charles Alden Seltzer Western MEGAPACK ®: 11 Classic Westerns by Charles Alden Seltzer

Author:Charles Alden Seltzer [Seltzer, Charles Alden]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: old west, western, adventure, historical, cowboy
ISBN: 9781479404353
Publisher: Wildside Press LLC
Published: 2014-10-29T16:00:00+00:00

“It was your mother stopped me, Lawler—smiling kind of grim—like she always smiles when things go wrong.

“‘Shorty,’ she says; ‘you go directly to town and find Kane. You know he’s in jail, for I told you so last night. Tell Sheriff Moreton to release him; and then tell Kane that Antrim has stolen all the Circle L cattle and has burned all the Circle L buildings. Tell him that Antrim himself burned the buildings, and that Antrim said he would wait for Kane at Antrim’s shack—and that he dared Kane to come there for him. ‘Shorty,’ she said, cold an’ calm; ‘you tell Kane to get out of jail and go to Antrim’s cabin, and kill him!’”

Lawler had sat, grim and silent, listening to Shorty. Twice had Shorty seen his eyes quicken—when Shorty had mentioned his mother, and again when he had spoken of Antrim’s action in burning the Circle L buildings.

Now, he leaned forward and peered intently at Shorty, and Shorty marveled how his eyes bored into his own—with a cold intensity that chilled the giant.

“Shorty,” he said, in a low, strained voice; “Mother hasn’t been hurt?”

“I forgot to tell you that,” said Shorty; “she said, ‘tell Kane I am all right.’”

Shorty opened his mouth to speak further, but closed it again when he saw Red King leap down the trails—a flaming red streak that flashed over the new grass at a speed that took him a hundred yards before Shorty could get his own horse turned.

The big red horse was lost in a dust cloud when Shorty urged his own animal southward. And Shorty rode as he had never ridden before, in an effort to lessen the space between himself and the flying Red King.

To no avail, however. Shorty’s horse was fast, but Red King seemed to have wings, so lightly did he skim over the green gulf of distance that stretched between his master and the vengeance for which Lawler’s soul was now yearning. Shorty’s horse was tired, and Red King was fresh; and the distance between them grew greater—always greater—slowly, surely—until the red horse was lost in the tiny dust cloud that moved with unbelievable velocity far down the trail toward the Rabbit Ear.

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