The Ysabel Kid by J.T. Edson

Author:J.T. Edson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: cowboys, gunfighters, juarez, pulp western fiction, western frontier fiction, jt edson, texas rebels, the floating outfit, ysabel kid
Publisher: Piccadilly Publishing

Chapter Nine – The Rescue

Dusty Fog was not unduly worried when the Ysabel Kid failed to appear after a couple of hours. He had too much faith in the Indian dark boy to worry for he knew the Kid was going to see friends and might take some time to get back. So Dusty took the point, riding far ahead of the mule train and watching out for any sign of the French as he followed the landmarks the Kid drew for him on a piece of bare soil back at their last camp.

Halting the horse Dusty surveyed the range ahead of him. There was nothing in sight other than the rolling land with its stunted trees and occasional bosque of cottonwood, scrub oak and other trees. For all the country ahead Dusty could see there was no sign of human life. He scanned the area with his powerful field-glasses and when satisfied they would be able to travel without risk of ambush waved the slowly moving train up towards him.

Something white flickered into view over a distant hill. It caught Dusty’s eye for a brief moment, then disappeared for a moment. The glasses came up once more, sweeping across the range country until they picked up something which made Dusty curse softly under his breath. There were other white horses in Mexico, that he was sure of, but few of them were equipped with a Texas range saddle, fewer with a new model Henry rifle in the saddle boot. And he seriously doubted if there was another horse as big, fast and good looking as that white stallion the Ysabel Kid cheerfully called Thunder.

Mike Conway came alongside Dusty now. The white stallion was closer and still running fast but he recognized it even as had Dusty.

“The Kid’s afoot,” he said.

Afoot. There were few words in the West so feared as that. In that country of vast, unpopulated miles a horse was more than a means of transport. It was a vital necessity. For a man to be left afoot it was almost certain death.

“Reckon he’s hurt bad some place?” Dusty asked.

“Could be. He must have been able to talk. That ole Thunder hoss would stay by him if he wasn’t. He must have sent it off.”

“That’s what I thought.” Dusty watched Alden riding up, then pointed to the big white stallion. “The Kid’s in bad trouble.”

“How many men do you want to go with you?” It was then Alden showed himself to be a true gentleman. He didn’t care if the rifles were not delivered, if one of the two young men who’d aided him so much needed help. “Take them and give them a Henry each, take enough bullets as well.”

“Thanks, Tom. I won’t forget that. But I’d best go alone, I’ll have a better chance that way.”

Alden shook his head. He watched Dusty starting towards the big white horse which was slowing down now. He looked next at Conway who grinned back at him. “The Cap’n’s right, like always.

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