Thunderhead Trail by Jon Sharpe

Author:Jon Sharpe [Sharpe, Jon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Westerns
ISBN: 9780451240545
Google: P9cHmwEACAAJ
Amazon: 0451240545
Barnesnoble: 0451240545
Publisher: Signet
Published: 2013-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

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The warriors seemed as surprised to see Fargo as he was to see them. They had heard him and the bull crashing through the forest and had drawn rein with their arrows nocked and lance arms cocked, and two who had rifles were ready to shoot.

The instant Fargo set eyes on them, he reined sharply to one side.

A rifle spanged but the Blackfoot missed. Several of the others uttered piercing war whoops and goaded their mounts toward him.

That was when Thunderhead exploded out of the trees.

The bull was close enough to the Ovaro that if it had turned, it could have gored the stallion easily. Instead, it saw the Blackfeet in its path and went straight at them. Astonishment rooted the war party. Then the other warrior with a rifle banged a shot at Thunderhead. But he rushed his shot and puffs of dust showed that the slug had hit between the bull’s front legs.

Thunderhead was on them. The warrior who had just shot at the longhorn attempted to turn his horse but he wasn’t anywhere near quick enough. Thunderhead slammed into the animal and both it and the warrior were smashed to earth. The horse let out a squeal while the warrior sought to scramble away from the bull.

Thunderhead had other ideas. He rammed into the warrior, knocking him flat. The Blackfoot clawed for a knife just as a horn impaled his chest. Whirling, Thunderhead went at the downed horse with the warrior’s body stuck fast. A couple of head-on blows and the mangled body slipped off and the horse was still.

A warrior who was braver than the rest, or more foolhardy, bore down on the bull with his lance raised high to hurl.

An enormous lightning bolt, Thunderhead slammed into the warrior’s horse and both horse and rider crashed to earth. The Blackfoot tried to spring clear but his leg was pinned. He pushed against his horse and was trying to rise when Thunderhead’s horn caught him under the chin and ruptured out the back of his neck, taking part of his spine with it.

It had all happened so fast that the remaining Blackfeet were too stunned to attack together, which was their only prayer. Individually, they were no match for the massive juggernaut.

Thunderhead went after the warrior holding the lead rope to the mule and the packhorse. The man let go and sought to flee, and for once, luck was with him. The mule chose that moment to bolt, drawing Thunderhead’s attention. Before the mule had gone ten feet, Thunderhead was on it.

Fargo gained cover and drew rein. He expected the bull would kill a few more but the Blackfeet made it to cover, too.

As for Thunderhead, he was going at the mule in a frenzy of butts and sweeps of his horns, and in no time at all, the mule was a broken, blood-soaked ruin.

Thunderhead straightened. Gore matted his head and horns and scarlet had splashed his brow and muzzle. He let out a bellow.

Fargo was astounded by the destruction the behemoth had wrought in so short a span.

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