Slocum and the Runaway Bride by Jake Logan

Author:Jake Logan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group

Three hours later, Joe French rode cautiously into the ghost town. But he found no people, only the signs that they’d been there, and recently. Two troughs were still half-full of water, there’d been horses in the stable recently, and it looked like somebody over at the saloon had called in a cleaning woman, then pitched a fit in it.

Strange.

But they were all four traveling together this morning—well, only three horses, but he could tell by the depth of the tracks that one was carrying double—and that was stranger still.

He scratched at his graying hair. Those last two had stolen Slocum’s horse, so why was he riding with them, all polite, like nothing had happened?

Frankly, he’d expected to find those boys’ bodies, not fresh signs of their tracks.

He hadn’t told Harley, but he knew who Slocum was, all right, and from personal experience. They’d ridden together, once upon a time.

Joe and his pals Fredericks and Red had been working on Sam Neill’s spread, just south of the Indian Territory, when Slocum hired on. He was supposed to be just another bronc buster, and they hadn’t paid him much mind at all. Of course, they were pretty distracted, what with planning to rob the bank in town and all.

Slocum wasn’t even his name then! Well, maybe it had always been Slocum, but at the time Joe had known him, he was Frazier, Bill Frazier.

To make a long story short, Joe and Fredericks and Red had held up the bank all right, but all they’d gotten for their trouble was a spray of lead and a whole lot of trouble.

And most all of it came from Slocum.

Why, it had nearly killed Joe’s faith in human nature, for Slocum had shown up, under his real name, this time. He’d chased them down, put them in the clink, and two months later, when they escaped, had hunted them down like dogs.

Well, two of them, anyhow. Red and Fredericks had ended up dead. Joe had hightailed it into Indian country and hid out in a cave all winter. He’d almost frozen his feet off during that long, cold season, not to mention nearly starved to death, but at least he’d escaped Slocum’s wrath.

And now, here he was, all over again.

He figured Slocum owed him that ten grand he was carrying. That and more.

Joe French intended to take all that he was due.

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