Chase: Terror on the Border by Jeffrey Prather

Author:Jeffrey Prather [Prather, Jeffrey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781483533254
Publisher: BookBaby
Published: 2014-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Amelia’s room

At Chase’s, Amelia's alarm went off at six a.m. and she slowly responded, reaching an arm up to shut it off. After a long beat, she dragged herself from her bed, pulled jeans on over her panties, and threw a jean jacket over her tee shirt. She slipped on her Uggs and stumbled out into the hallway, passing Chase's shut door.

“I'll feed, Dad, you sleep in,” she mumbled. She shambled down the hall, through the kitchen, out the door, down the steps and into the corral, still in her pajamas. She grabbed a half a dozen hay flakes and threw them out to the horses, then returned to the house, brushing straw from her top. Now dressed and just finishing her makeup in front of her bathroom mirror, she was fully awake and moving with purpose, singing to herself. Face complete, she headed down the hallway, passing Chase's door.

“Dad, I'm out of here. I'll see you tonight at the game, right?” She waited a beat, pushed open his door and stared. His bed was still made.

Back on the ridge, the desert was golden orange in the sunrise. “I make two. One at ten next to the yucca, one at two just under that flat white rock,” Horse said.

“One more at twelve o’clock under the palo verde.” Chase spoke around his binos.

“We aren't just going to ride in there, are we?” Horse said.

“What do you mean ‘we’?” Chase looked at Horse.

“And why am I gonna do this?” Horse said.

“Cause you’re a warrior, and a girl needs your help. Shiwoye hosteen,” Chase said in Ndee, the Apache language.

“And what are you gonna do?” Horse said.

“I’m a government supervisor. Gonna stay here and supervise, of course.”

Horse leaned forward in the saddle and spit. After a moment he spurred his horse. The Thin Rider, Beretta pistol at high port, leaned forward in his hiding place. Horse rode low on the horse. Horse’s gun hand was through a loop tied in the horse's mane The Squat Rider crouched with the Beretta, watching the horse approach in the distance.

Chase scanned the ridge line, aiming with Horse's lever gun. Horse rode old Indian style, one leg over his mount's rump, hiding him nearly completely. But the Riders were only fooled momentarily. Puffs of gun smoke emerged from the Riders’ hides. After a beat the reports of automatic rifle mixed with semi-auto pistol fire. Pockmarked Rider fired full auto at Horse.

Horse approached at a gallop. Horse's cowboy hat flew off. Striking the ground, rounds kicked plumes of fine dust along Horse's mount. Horse fired from under his paint's neck. The Squat Rider fired, then flinched as Horse's rounds impacted near him. From his sniping position high in the rocks, Chase aimed his Winchester. Pockmarked Rider fired, and stood up to get a better angle. Chase saw him, aimed in, and pressed the trigger carefully. The Winchester .30-30 fired with an authoritative echo. Chase racked another round automatically.

Blood exploded and sprayed from the Pockmarked Rider's upper chest and he fell bouncing down the cliff face, the AK with him.

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