The Floating Outfit 49 by J.T. Edson

Author:J.T. Edson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: colt 45, piccadilly publishing, pulp westerns, jt edson, the floating outfit, ebook westerns, westerns ebook, texas westerns, rio hondo kid, dusty dog
Publisher: Piccadilly

Eight – Captain Fog Makes a Call

Mrs. Mahon ushered Dusty Fog and Mark Counter into the small bedroom; the Ysabel Kid was conscious and awake. He lay back against the white pillows, looking pale and weak, yet there was something of the old grin on his face.

“How is it, boy?” Dusty asked.

“I’ve felt better. Hear tell you got two of them.”

“Sure,” drawled Mark. He sat on the edge of the bed and dipped a hand into the bowl of fruit on the small bedside table. Taking an apple he bit into it. “We’ll get the rest of them before you’re on your feet again. Then we’ll head for home. Was I you I’d lay back and take it easy for a piece.”

“Why?” asked the Kid.

“Ole Devil’s going to love you for holding us up. He’ll have you on the blister end of a shovel to get even.”

The Kid watched Mark and Dusty help themselves to his fruit. “Hope there’s worm in ’em. Say, Doc showed me the bullet, from a forty-five, he allows. Now that pleasures me no end.”

“Why?” inquired Dusty, eating the apple and chancing there being a worm in it.

“Goes to prove what I’ve been telling you all along. A forty-five’s no use as a man-killer. They don’t get up when I hit ’em with my ole Dragoon gun.”

“Did you know any of them?”

“Nope, none of them. Cheap hired guns every one. There wasn’t a cowhand there. You’ll know one of them, I hit him in the leg.”

Mark finished his apple and tossed the remains into the bowl. “We found him. He’s dead. Any more apples in there?”

“Huh!” grunted the Kid; eyeing the apple core, then his friend. “You can’t take him no place twice. They won’t even have him back to apologize for the first time.”

Dusty laughed. It was good to see the Kid talking, even though he was far from recovered and in no condition to take care of himself. It was this thought which worried Dusty and had been since the previous night. Dusty and Mark ate at the sheriff’s house, then spent the night at the small hotel in town. There was some talk and many theories discussed. Hollister still held that Rangoon was above suspicion and Dusty said nothing to dissuade the sheriff’s beliefs.

The Kid twisted his head to look at the gunbelt which hung over the back of Dusty’s chair. Mrs. Mahon left the weapons there, for the Kid was insistent about it and would not settle down. She did not want him to keep on fretting, so she hung the gunbelt close to his hand; Dragoon full loaded and bowie knife sheathed.

“Tell you, Dusty,” said the Kid. “I don’t like being this close to an Apache reservation and tied down in bed. I’ll feel better when I can get to my gun and sit up with it.”

“You lay back there and relax, boy,” Dusty snapped. “Don’t start fussing or fooling. Happen you do I’ll tell Mrs. Mahon to hawg-tie you.”

“And I’ll write Miss Juanita that you got all shot up saving a pretty gal,” warned Mark.

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