The Man With The Iron Fists by Steve Lee

Author:Steve Lee
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: adv_western

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Claude and Mule-Face had just finished nailing the sign to a tree when Sloane showed up.

The sign read:

T-Bone Ranch

Private

Trespassers Will Be Hung

With the look of men waiting to be entertained, the two cowboys watched the man in white ride towards them.

"Shall I get the rope?" Mule-Face asked. He had a long narrow face and his mouth seemed to have more teeth in it than a mouth should be allowed to have.

"Not yet," said Claude. "First we'll see what he's got to say fer'imself… Then we'll hang 'im."

"Howdy," he said cheerfully when Sloane reined in beside them. He was an easy-grinning man.

Sloane nodded to the two men in long cattlemen's coats. Their wide-brimmed hats shaded their upturned faces.

"You gentlemen know where I can find Lucky Luke?"

Chewing on a cigar, Claude contemplated the stranger in dirty white.

"You a friend of his?" he asked, smoke drifting from his mouth.

"That's right," said Sloane. "An old friend."

"Then I reckon he'll be right pleased to see you," said Claude.

"I'm countin' on it."

"He's up in them hills, chasin' nags," said Mule-Face, jabbing a thumb toward some red-stone hills rising steeply from the plain.

"Obliged," said Sloane and nudged his horse past the two cowboys. Eyes narrowed with suspicion, they watched him make for the high-peaked hills.

"I never heard a' Luke havin' no friends," complained Mule-Face.

"I'm thinkin' the stranger's gonna feel mighty choked when he runs into his old pal," said Claude. "Mighty choked!"

He laughed heartily and, just for the hell of it, Mule-Face laughed along with him.

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