Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 11, 2025
The crowd grouped around him, fascinated, and at his directions some of them brought water and others raised and turned the body while the marshal made the bandages; Jerry Strann was unconscious. Fatty Matthews began to intersperse talk in his humming.
"Maybe you been readin' minds, stranger?" Buck Daniels regarded the bartender with a mild and steadfast interest. He was smiling with the utmost good-humour, but there was that about him which made big O'Brien flush and look down to his array of glasses behind the bar. "I been wondering," went on Daniels, "if Mac Strann mightn't come out with Barry about the way Jerry did. Ain't it possible?"
But as he turned, Haw-Haw Langley glided towards him, and behind him, as if he found it easier to talk when the face of Mac was turned away. And while he talked his hands reached out towards Mac Strann like one who is begging for alms. "Mac, don't you remember that Barry beat Jerry to the draw?" "What's that to do with it?" "But he beat him bad to the draw. I seen it. Barry waited for Jerry.
After a while he remembered that Mac Strann was waiting for him back in Brownsville. And he left your trail to be taken up later and went back to Brownsville. You didn't see him follow you after you left the Circle X Bar?" "No. I didn't dare look back. But somehow I knew he was comin'." She shook her head. "He won't come, Buck.
In answer to him, the black stallion whirled, raised his head high, and, with flaunting mane and tail, neighed a ringing defiance at the rising flames. Then he turned back and nuzzled the shoulder of his master, who was working with swift hands over the body of Black Bart. "Anyway," snarled Haw-Haw Langley, "the damned wolf is dead." "I dunno," said Mac Strann. "Maybe maybe not.
How about it?" "If you can ride him," began the stranger. "Oh, hell," smiled Strann with a large and careless gesture, "I'll ride him, all right." "Then I would let you take him for nothing," concluded Barry. "You'd what?" said Strann. Then he rose slowly from his chair and shouted; instantly the swinging doors broke open and a throng of faces appeared at the gap.
It was like the open face of a child; there was in it no expression except wonder. At length a hoarse voice issued from between the grinning lips of Haw-Haw. "Ain't you goin' to close the eyes, Mac?" At this the great head of Mac Strann rolled back and he raised his glance to Haw-Haw, who banished the grin from his mouth by a vicious effort.
Right down the length of the barn they passed until they reached a wall at the farther end. "He ain't here," sighed Haw-Haw, with relief. "Mac, if I was you, I'd wait till they was light before I went huntin' that wolf." "He ought to be here," growled Mac Strann, and lighted a match. The flame spurted in a blinding flash from the head of the match and then settled down into a steady yellow glow.
He panted from the fierce effort of the fording, but his head was high, a singular smile lingered about the corners of his mouth, and in his eyes Mac Strann saw the gleam of yellow, a signal of unfathomable danger. From his holsters Barry drew two revolvers. One he retained; the other he tossed towards Mac Strann, and the latter caught it automatically.
It was like the release of a coiled watch-spring; the black whirled as a top spins and Strann sagged far to the left; before he could recover the stallion was away in a flash, like a racer leaving the barrier and reaching full speed in almost a stride.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking