Longarm 110 - Longarm and the Hangman's Vengeance by Tabor Evans

Longarm 110 - Longarm and the Hangman's Vengeance by Tabor Evans

Author:Tabor Evans [Evans, Tabor]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B000U5U7PI
Publisher: Jove Pubns
Published: 1988-05-15T04:00:00+00:00


Chapter Fourteen

By the time Longarm made it to the depot, even the Anglo law had apparently headed for the Mexican Quarter to deal with the border raid. Longarm wished them well, but doubted they'd get to shoot as many rurales as he had. Whether they'd located old Valdez or not in that crowd, by now the raiders would be back across the river. Los rurales were no damned good as human beings, but they were good cavalry irregulars. Such outfits were paid to hit and run, not to stand and fight.

Longarm eased into the nearly deserted depot to study the waiting room and ticket window across the way in sober shadowy silence for a spell. The only folk who seemed to be waiting for the next train looked more like homeless drunks than members of a theatrical troupe or even a criminal gang. By sort of squinting he could just make out the timetable chalked on a blackboard above the ticket window. "Shit," he muttered, as he saw that while the next eastbound would pass through in a little over an hour, a westbound had just pulled out.

He moved out to the open platform. Por nada. If anyone had meant to catch that train for Pueblo de Los Angeles they hadn't missed it. He knew that if he'd been anxious to leave El Paso tonight without too many noticing, he'd have likely made a run for that same train during all the commotion in another part of town.

He shrugged and was about to re-enter the depot when, through the grimy glass of the platform door, he spied a couple coming in from the street via the front entrance. The young gent he'd never seen before escorted the gal he had to a seat near the ticket window. As she sat down, Longarm expected her escort to move over to the window and pay for at least her train ride. But he just turned around and was out the front door by the time Longarm came unstuck'and opened the back one.

As he bore down on her, Cynthia Morton looked up, smiled, and asked, "Why, Custis, what are you doing here? I hope you're on your way west with me, dear."

He joined her but remained on his feet as he replied, "That train won't be leaving for an hour. How come you're here so early and who was that gent who just brung you?"

She dimpled up at him and said, "Why, I do believe you're jealous. That was Sam Dillon, another reporter from Kansas City. We both work for the Star."

"How come you're working for it here in El Paso?" he asked.

"We came here for the same reasons you did, I imagine. I thought you'd be covering that last robbery the Great Costello pulled off. I asked for you, earlier, at your hotel, but alas, they said you'd gone out."

He didn't answer. She said, "I asked again, this evening, when my paper wired me new orders. There's another Chinese riot going on in California.



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