The Cimarron Kid (A Sam Spur Western Book 5) by Matt Chisholm

Author:Matt Chisholm
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: wild west, cowboys, old west, gunfighters, peter watts, matt chisholm, western frontier fiction, cy james, matt spur
Publisher: Piccadilly Publishing

Chapter Eleven

The posse was in the hills moving south. Keit Maynard the young hunter they were using as a tracker knew his job. He had unraveled the trail of the fugitives without too much trouble. Their taking to water down in the valley had held the posse for several hours, but finally Keit had made an inspired guess and headed into the hills to the east and come on the trail of the outlaws. This put new life into the saddle-weary men. They rode with a new heart. Now they moved south at as smart a pace as the terrain would allow.

Michael Carmody, at their head, was feeling pretty good. He had a feeling that his luck had turned. Only one thing disappointed him and that was it was evident that the Kid was not up ahead with the other two. Maynard declared that the two men were Spur and the Negro. The tracks they had left when dismounted were not small enough for the Kid. But the sheriff would have been satisfied to have taken such men as Spur and Ben. His cup would have been full then. His name would live on forever in the legends of the West.

Maynard came racing back from the advanced position he had taken up. He was excited. He brought his pony to a racing stop and shouted: “There’s shooting up ahead, sheriff. There’s a real ding-dong battle going on.”

That could mean anything, of course. But Carmody had Spur and Ben on his mind and he couldn’t see that it could be anything but them. He shouted for the posse to follow him and put spurs to his horse. They raced for several miles, risking their necks on the narrow and often dangerous trails. Men cursed him, but they kept up. Finally, Maynard held up a hand and brought his horse to a halt.

They straggled to a stop behind him and the sheriff called impatiently for silence.

When he had it, he heard the distant popping of guns. Maynard was right— there was a regular battle going on up there.

Carmody started to position his force. He detailed several men to cut off into the higher country. Always come at a dangerous enemy from above if you could.

He himself led the rest forward at a more cautious pace.

It was not long before he could hear the shooting plainly above the sound of the horses.

He called a halt again and chose two men to come with him. The rest were to surround the area from the west. They would come in as close as they could and they would take their word from him. With his two riders, he worked his way to the east of the shooting, going high. Up there he found the men he had sent forward and detailed them to scatter out. He dismounted with the other two and went forward on foot. He took his glasses with him. It was not long before he came in sight of the battle.

There was one man immediately below him.

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