Yellowstone Run by David Robbins

Author:David Robbins [Robbins, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Science Fiction, sf_postapocalyptic, sf_action
Goodreads: 7738091
Publisher: Leisure Books
Published: 1990-07-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The 13 riders, with Harmon in the lead, slowed to a walk at the base of the hill, then came on slowly. Twelve, counting the big man, were men.

The sole woman, a brunette in a seedy green blouse and beige slacks, hung back, glancing nervously at the summit.

Blade wanted all of them within a guaranteed kill radius. He let them ride to within 15 yards of the crest, then held his left hand aloft. “Stop right there!” he barked.

The scavengers reined up.

“What do you want?” Blade asked with feigned innocence.

“You know damn well what we want!” Harmon snapped. “Turn over my woman!”

“She’s not your woman. Never has been.”

Incipient rage contorted the scavenger’s cruel visage. “Priscilla! Get your ass down here now!”

“Get stuffed!” she replied arrogantly.

Harmon leaned forward and glanced at the giant. “Do you think I’m playing a game? If you don’t turn her over, there will be hell to pay.”

“You’re right about payment being due,” Blade said.

“What?”

“Earlier, when I accused you of being a scavenger, you wanted to know where my proof was. Remember?”

Harmon straightened and placed his right hand on the Martin resting on his thighs. “Yeah, I remember. So what?”

Grinning triumphantly. Blade pointed at Priscilla Wendling. “There’s all the proof I need.”

The scavenger snorted. “Big frigging deal. What are you going to do about it?”

“By the authority vested in me by the Freedom Federation, I could take all of you into custody.”

Harmon smirked. “You could try.”

“We’re not going to bother,” Blade informed him.

“You’re not?” Harmon stated sarcastically. “Why? Afraid of the odds?”

“No,” Blade said slowly, giving the scavenger ample opportunity to comprehend his meaning before he even uttered the words, his level gaze boring into the man’s eyes, a smirk curling his mouth. “We’re going to kill you.”

For a moment no one moved. The scavengers all tensed, waiting for their leader to react, and react he did.

“You bastard!” Harmon roared, and tried to bring his rifle into play.

Blade was ready. He simply elevated the Commando barrel and squeezed the trigger, feeling a supreme degree of grim satisfaction as the heavy slugs ripped into Harmon’s torso, stitching the big man from the navel to the neck. The impact catapulted Harmon from his saddle and he crashed onto the ground.

Hickok, Geronimo, Achilles, and Eagle Feather cut loose as the rest of the scavengers snapped off shots.

A few of the horses whinnied as they were accidentally hit. Other mounts were bucking or trying to flee, terrified by the gunfire, making it impossible for their riders to get a bead on the men on the rim.

Blade dove, firing as he did, and saw another scavenger tumble to the turf. He rolled to the right, striving to present as difficult a target as he could, and glimpsed Geronimo likewise hitting the dirt. Bullets smacked into the earth within inches of his head. He halted on his stomach and aimed at a thin man on a roan, who looked in his direction just as he sent a half-dozen rounds into the scavenger’s chest.

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