Brand 12 by Neil Hunter

Author:Neil Hunter
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: western ebook, piccadilly publishing, mike linaker, colt 45 and winchester rifle, jason brand western, neil hunter western author, pulp fiction old west, western frontier adventure
Publisher: Piccadilly

Treece had brought McCord from the room above and hustled him in to where the others waited.

‘Mr. McCord,’ Arling said. ‘You’ve had time rest and think about matters.’

‘Think about what? I don’t know you people…except Hawkins over there. So explain why you’ve brought me here because I have no idea what you want.’

Beth Arling showed her most disarming smile. ‘What we want? Why it’s quite simple. We want those diamonds you have. The ones recovered by the Army and given into your care.’

‘Diamonds? What diamonds?’

‘Don’t try and fool us, McCord,’ Hawkins said. ‘I found the letter from the Attorney General instructing you to take charge of them. Leaving you to deal with the matter.’

‘You broke into my office? At least it tells me I was right in firing you.’

‘Not as smart as you figure you are. You’d be surprised at what I found. But the discovery of that letter was the best thing I found.’

‘It isn’t going to make things easier for you. There’s no way I’m telling you where those diamonds are.’

‘Oh dear, Mr. McCord,’ Arling said, ‘let’s not make matters worse for yourself. This could be over with quite easily if you cooperate.’

‘No more wastin’ time,’ Ty Hawkins said. ‘He isn’t about to tell us if we keep asking nicely.’ He walked across the room and stood in front of McCord. ‘Hold his arms.’

McCord’s arms were gripped from behind by Teece. Hawkins flexed his fists, a faint smile on his lips.

‘Don’t make it so he can’t speak,’ Arling said. ‘We need him alive…for now at least.’

‘He ain’t going to be dead,’ Hawkins said. ‘He’ll just wish he was.’

He launched a powerful blow over McCord’s ribs. Followed with a few more. If it hadn’t been for Treece holding him upright McCord would have dropped to his knees. When his head sagged forward Hawkins took a handful of hair and raised it, then launched a hard right fist that caught McCord across the cheek. Flesh tore and blood streaked his face. Hawkins struck again, each blow landing hard until McCord’s face was a bloody, swollen mask. Hawkins pounded his ribs again, making McCord gasp. He became limp in Treece’s grasp.

‘Your memory improving?’ Hawkins said. ‘Think about it, McCord. All this suffering for a bag of diamonds that ain’t even yours. Give it up, man, it’s not worth the pain.’

McCord managed to lift his head, staring at his former employee and a curled his torn, bleeding mouth up at the corners.

‘The hell with you, Hawkins. You’re not worth the dirt on my boots.’

‘Sonofabitch,’ Hawkins said.

He hit McCord again. A pair of sledging blows to his face, slamming McCord’s head left and right. For a few moments Hawkins lost control as he slammed in blow after blow to McCord’s face and head. Blood sprayed from his loose mouth and McCord became a dead weight in Treece’s hands.

‘Enough,’ Arling said. ‘You’re going to far too fast. Damnit, you’ll kill him.’

‘Yeah? He’ll think about what’s just happened,’ Hawkins said. ‘Let him suffer for a while.

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