Wife Stealer by F.M. Parker

Author:F.M. Parker
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Fearl M. Parker

TWENTY SEVEN

Ben watched from the dark street as the dancers filed laughing and talking out of the town hall. Lester and his wives came out, followed by the two fiddlers carrying their cased instruments.

Calling good night to each other, the people began to climb into their vehicles and go off in various directions through Canutillo. Lester helped his wives into his two-seated buggy and drove off toward his home on the south end of the town.

Ben mounted Brutus, and holding a block to the rear, followed Lester. His anger at the man for beating Maude was growing like a great serpent uncoiling in his stomach. Never could he let the man go unpunished for that.

Lester turned off the main street and drove up the lane to his house, where he stopped to let his wives step down from the buggy. He then continued around the end of the house to the barn in the rear.

Ben dismounted from Brutus, hung his hat on the pommel, and shadowed his way through the darkness to the front of the barn. There he waited, listening to Lester unharness the team of horses and put them in their stalls. The man came out of the barn whistling one of the pieces of music that had been played at the dance.

Ben silently approached Lester from behind. He closed the last few feet with a rush, and springing upon Lester, hooked him around the neck with his left arm and bent him far down in front. He struck Lester a savage blow to the ribs. Then slugged him again in the same place, putting all his pent-up rage into the blow. The jarring impact of the blows running up Ben's arms and into his shoulder was a glorious sensation.

Lester went to his knees under the savage onslaught. Then he caught his fall and heaved upward straining to straighten, and Ben, half lifted off the ground felt the full strength of the man's muscular body. Ben hung more of his weight on Lester, and tightened his arm into a choking hold and kept the man bent down so he could not see who was attacking him.

Lester spun to the left, trying to dislodge his foe. Ben spun with Lester, maintaining his tight neck-hold and staying on the man's side where he couldn't be hit. He hammered Lester twice more in the ribs with his right fist.

Lester swung his foot out to trip Ben and throw both men to the ground where he could roll and break free. Ben held them upright, and raised the aim of his fist and rained three fast wallops to the side of Lester's head.

Ben felt Lester weakening under the flood of punishing blows. He gave him three more hard ones to the head. The man's legs gave way and he hung limp in the crook of Ben's arm.

Detesting the touch of the man, Ben flung him down as so much offal and stepped away. Lester lay bloody and moaning on the dirt of the barnyard.

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