The Loner 6 by Sheldon B. Cole

Author:Sheldon B. Cole
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: action hero, frontier justice, piccadilly publishing, pulp westerns, westerns ebook, westerns 1800s, sheldon b cole westerns, colt revolvers
Publisher: Piccadilly

Six – “Find Cherry!”

Red Traversi’s anger was like a striking snake inside him. In the light of the lantern brought from the cottage, he held Marie in his strong arms. Her eyes were closed and her face was already gray. But there was some semblance of life still inside her.

“Get her a drink, quick!”

Reg Weedon hurried to the cottage and returned with a bottle of whiskey that he handed to Traversi. Feeding whiskey into Marie’s mouth, Traversi then studied her anxiously for signs of life. But the whiskey ran scarlet back through her lips and her head dropped to the side of his forearm. His curse was bitter as he placed her on the ground.

For a long time Red Traversi stood there, remembering the wild spirit which had made Marie interesting to him. Some of their tender moments together came to him. He drew in a slow, deep breath and faced the other four.

“Take her inside. Lay her down right, then leave her be. I’ll tend to her myself later when there’s more time. Right now I want you to rouse the whole damn town. I want everybody in the streets. I want Cherry.”

Reg Weedon, sensing that the slightest delay would send Traversi into a fit of temper, bent down and lifted Marie from the ground. He carried her limp body into the cottage and put her on her bed. Returning, he stood in the doorway and checked his gun. Traversi had sent the others running for help. They had just reached the front street when the sound of hoof beats rose from the back street.

Snarling angrily, Traversi called out, “Get your horses. We’ll run ’em down. I want you to kill the whole damn lot of ’em!”

He charged off, the loss of Marie cutting deep into him. Weedon fetched Traversi’s horse for him and then Traversi was holding Dane Cherry’s hat high for the gathered men to see.

“A hundred dollars for the man who shoots the guts out of the scum whose head fits this hat. Weedon, stay here. Get whatever help you need, but see that those cattle don’t shift outa town.”

Traversi walked to his horse and swung up. With a cold look at the men who had come to his assistance, he hit his horse into a run.

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