The Family Jensen by William W. Johnstone & J. A. Johnstone

Author:William W. Johnstone & J. A. Johnstone [Johnstone, J.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Western stories, Westerns, Fiction - Western, General, American Western Fiction, Westerns - General, Fiction
ISBN: 9780786021307
Publisher: Pinnacle Books
Published: 2010-07-15T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

Before Thorn could fire, one of the men covering Sandy suddenly gave a choked scream, staggered to the side, and dropped his gun so he could use both hands to paw at the shaft of the arrow that seemed to have sprouted like magic from his throat. The man with him whirled around, and as he did so, another arrow drove deep into his side.

Thorn’s head jerked in their direction, and as it did, Smoke rolled the other way as fast as he could. He could have drawn his Colts with blinding swiftness and plugged Thorn, but the man might have been able to jerk the Greener’s triggers, even as he was dying. At such close range, it would prove fatal to Smoke.

At the same time, Calhoun threw himself in a diving tackle at the legs of the man guarding him. The man’s gun roared as Calhoun knocked him down, but the shot went wild into the trees.

Smoke came up on his feet and leaped out of the way as Thorn jerked the sawed-off’s triggers. The explosion was like a huge clap of thunder. Smoke felt a fiery sting on his leg and knew one of the pellets had creased him, but the rest of the buckshot missed.

His guns—in his hands without him even having to think about it—bucked against his palms as he fired at Thorn who had ducked away and was running for his life.

He might have gotten away if he hadn’t strayed too close to Sandy. The young man lunged forward as Thorn passed him. His arms went around the outlaw’s legs and brought him down. The empty scattergun flew out of Thorn’s hand as he crashed to the ground.

“You son of a bitch!” The yell came from Smoke’s left.

He whirled in that direction, but not in time to avoid Gus Harley’s rush. Harley’s weight barreled into Smoke and knocked him backward. Smoke landed on the rock where Calhoun had been sitting earlier. The rough stone dug painfully into his back, and as Harley bent him over it, Smoke felt like his spine was about to crack.

Before he could wallop Harley with a Colt, the man’s weight suddenly vanished. Harley let out a startled yell. Smoke looked on in amazement as the biggest Indian he had ever seen in his life lifted Harley into the air. Harley was no lightweight, but with one hand clamped around his neck and the other around a thigh, the Indian handled him like a child’s doll.

Smoke knew he was looking at the legendary Crazy Bear, Sandy’s father, chief of the Crow…and the man Smoke had spotted sneaking up on the camp a few moments earlier, prompting his comment to Thorn about it being a good day to die.

With the sound of numerous bones breaking, Crazy Bear hurled Harley to the ground with incredible force. Harley didn’t even moan. He just lay there, limp.

Smoke straightened, whipped up his left-hand gun, and fired. The outlaw standing behind Crazy Bear and drawing a bead on the Crow chief doubled over as Smoke’s lead punched into his gut.

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