Killer's Breed by George G. Gilman

Author:George G. Gilman [Gilman, George G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction, Westerns
Amazon: B007Q4JFCM
Publisher: Lobo publications
Published: 2012-03-29T00:00:00+00:00

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"I OUGHT to go and get the sheriff, mother," Grace Hope insisted. It was midday and the rain was still lancing from a low, slate-grey sky, exploding into beads against the windows, screening their view of the yard and the surrounding plainsland which had been turned into a sea of mud by the incessant downpour. The girl was at the stone sink, peeling vegetables while her mother stoked the range fire to roast the meat.

The elder woman sniffed. "If there's a horse in the country couId haul a buggy through a storm like this, we ain't got it, child," she answered.

"But you do agree that he's Josiah Hedges?" Grace asked.

"Not you nor me can be sure of that, Grace," came the reply. "Neither of us ever saw a wanted poster for that feller. All we know is that the stranger keeps rambling about Jamie and a farm."

"He's wanted in two states, mother," Grace pointed out. "He killed a man called Rhett in that very yard out there and then he shot a man named Tombs in Kansas."

Margaret Hope was sweating as the fire burned hotter and she drew the back of her hand across her shining forehead. "I ain't disputing that a man named Hedges done that," she said. "And you could very well be right that the stranger is that very man. But he ain't in no fit state to cause any more trouble for awhile. He ain't even been through his crisis yet."

"But he's getting better."

Margaret nodded. "Yes, he is, child. Nature will have her way and try to drive him to his limit when she figures he's least likely to fight it. But he's stronger already and he'll win."

Grace sighed and went to the window, rubbing at the smear of condensation with a clenched fist. By pressing her face hard against the damp pane she could just make out the oak tree with the mound and grave marker beneath it. When she had last looked, the rain had veiled every feature more than a few feet from the cottage.

"I believe it's brightening a little," she opined.

"About time it did," her mother answered.

"As soon as it stops, I'm going to town." The girl's tone was brittle, challenging.

"We'll see. Now get those peas shelled, child. Then attend to the bedroom fire."

Grace took a final look out into the yard, feeling that the tree and the grave beneath it became sharper in outline as she watched. Then she returned to the pre-mealtime chores. She wanted desperately for the stranger to be taken away from the house, for every second he remained, naked and helpless a few feet from her, she felt her emotions drawn towards him with a powerful, invisible force.

In the next room, unaware of the ambivalence his presence aroused in the mind of Grace Hope, Edge approached the high point of his fever as the angels of death gathered. It was not the first time they had hovered above him.

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