Longarm and the Love Sisters by Tabor Evans

Author:Tabor Evans
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group

Chapter 9

Longarm pushed the old gelding just as hard as the animal would go toward Oreville. Snowball was slow, but he was surprisingly tough and game. The air was thin and cold, and the old horse barely broke a sweat.

About three miles south of the mining town, Longarm suddenly drew rein and stared down at the set of iron wheel tracks he’d been following, which were now veering off the main road onto a dirt track leading into a narrow canyon. Longarm couldn’t see a miner’s camp or cabin, but he could see smoke drifting lazily into the clear blue sky about a mile away.

“He must have taken her up that track,” Longarm muttered to himself. “My guess is that he’s either got a hideout shack or a camp up in those trees. I suppose he might also have men up there who will pay him to use Milly.”

Longarm pushed Snowball up the track as fast as the old animal would go, which was not very fast. Since it was still morning and the shack was hidden up this secluded canyon, he was betting that no one would see him until he was almost right on top of his quarry. But just to be sure, Longarm reined Snowball off the track and into the trees, and up a steep, rocky, and twisting game trail.

He was doing just fine until the old gelding stumbled and fell hard. Longarm didn’t have time to kick out of his stirrups and Snowball smashed down on his leg, pinning him under the old horse’s weight.

For a moment, the pain in Longarm’s knee was so intense that he lost consciousness. Snowball had landed and slid across on pine needles a few yards down into a little gully so that his legs were uphill and his body on the downside, wedged against a couple of huge pines. The more the old horse thrashed, the more he seemed to press in tight against the trees. And by the time Longarm regained his senses, he was also pinned and in a terrible fix.

“Easy, easy,” Longarm grated, his voice thin with pain as he tried to calm the gelding before it went crazy and ground his right lower leg into raw meat and splintered bones. “Take it easy, old horse. We’re going to get out of this fix.”

Snowball seemed to understand, and he quit thrashing his pencil-thin neck and beating his ugly head against the earth. But the horse was breathing hard and when it rolled its eyes at Longarm, he knew the animal was helpless and terrified. No doubt it had never fallen into this bad of a fix and then been unable to pull itself back to its own feet.

“I don’t know what we’re going to do,” Longarm told the animal as his mind struggled to fight off the pain and come up with a survival plan. “I could draw my gun and fire it to attract help, but Harley Clum would come running and when he found me, I’d be in an even worse mess than I am now.

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