Marshal Jeremy Six #8 by Brian Garfield

Author:Brian Garfield
Language: eng
Format: epub
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Publisher: Piccadilly

Six came out the door first and stood just beside it while the others filed out. They all wore their guns – all unloaded, except Six’s. Six stood at the edge of the door so that he could watch Lament and Vargas mount up while at the same time he could see inside the hut, where Santana and the youth sat in the far corner, tied hand and foot, gagged with bandannas. Vargas had tied them, under Six’s supervision, but Six had tested the knots with care.

Now he stepped away from the doorway, picked up the reins of one of the horses and gathered them to the saddlehorn as he stepped smoothly into the saddle. His right hand rested on the holstered gun butt; he said sotto voce, “Pick up your reins now and move out ahead of me, nice and slow.”

Steve Lament said, “This is a hell of a waste of time, Jeremy.”

“Gentle down and keep quiet,” Six said.

There were, easily, more than a thousand people in view, scattered through the length of the crowded camp below. Six had no intention of riding a gamut through the entire camp. He said, “Turn left up into the trees.”

Vargas gave him a cold glance and reined his horse that way. Six had the reins of the fourth horse, saddled but riderless, draped over his left wrist. Leading the horse, he kept his right hand free on his holstered six-gun. Lament and Vargas rode just ahead of him, slowly singlefooting toward the handful of sheds and cabins that marked the upper perimeter of the camp. It was from one of those cabins that Six had seen the girl emerge, earlier when he had entered the camp; now he told his prisoners to head toward that cabin. As they moved up the steep pine-needle-strewn slope, Six spared a brief glance downward at the sprawl of the rebel camp. There was a great deal of busy activity. He had the feeling - he had felt the same way on arriving – that this was no longer merely a training camp for a someday revolution; he had the feeling Santana had them just about ready to go to war. Full-scale war against the Orbea administration. Another few days, he felt, and he would have had to ride onto a blazing battlefield to find Steve Lament.

…They reached the cabin in the pines and Six told them to halt their horses. Lament obeyed, incurious; he seemed wooden about everything. But Vargas gave Six a bright, alert frown of suspicion.

Six spoke to him rapidly. “Call the lady out here, Vargas.”

“I don’t—”

Six lifted his gun half out of holster. “You want me to go in there after her with this?”

Vargas flushed. He folded both big paws across his saddle horn and spoke in his thundering growl: “Elena?”

The girl’s voice came from within: “Who is it?”

“It is I, Vargas. Can you come outside a moment?”

“Of course. Who is that with—”

She had pulled the door open and stepped fully into daylight before she saw the revolver in Six’s fist.

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