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Some of the men carried Winchesters, but for the most part they were armed with six-guns. Now that they were actually on the way, the men seemed eager for the battle. Perhaps Kid Wolf's cool and determined leadership had something to do with it. Young Robbins reached over and clasped the Texan's hand. "I'll never forget this, Mr. Kid Wolf," he said, tears in his eyes. "If it wasn't for you "
Blacksnake was still squirming about and clawing for his .45 when the Texan's first blow landed. Blacksnake was burly, powerful. He weighed well over two hundred, and his shoulders were as broad as a gorilla's. But his bullet head went back with a jerk, as the Texan's hard fist thudded heavily on his cheek bone.
Kirby was energetically fanning the top of his steaming cup with his free hand. "Git this down to warm m' toes, Sarge, an' I'll stick them same toes in the stirrups an' jingle off. Come on, Drew, no man never joined up with the army to git hisself a comfortable life...." Certainly that last statement of the Texan's was proven correct during the next six days.
And can you give me any reason why you should not mount guard for a month?" Tears were in the Texan's eyes. "General, general! I didn't know 't was you! Give you my word, sir, I thought it was just anybody! We've had orders every morning to say, 'I don't know' and it's gotten to be a joke and I was just fooling.
Then Kid Wolf's guns began to talk. Fire burst from the level of both his hips as he put spurs to Blizzard and charged with head low directly into the amazed Apaches. The others, too, followed the Texan's example, but it was Kid Wolf who turned the trick. It was the deciding card, and without their chief, the redskins were panic-stricken. The only thing they thought of now was escape.
A low peculiar whistle cut the air and the next moment a voice which the girl recognized as the Texan's sounded plainly through the dark. "You got here, did you? Where's the girl?" Alice could not catch the answer but at the next words of the Texan she started forward tugging at the reins of the refractory cayuses. "Come alive, now, an' get your outfit together.
Was there a note in that paper ball? Hardy's eyes met the Texan's. They were insect eyes, beady and glittering black. "All right," he snarled. "Mr. Wolf, you clear out!" The Texan's fiery Southern temper had reached its breaking point. It snapped. In a twinkling, things were happening.
Seeing the stern look on the Texan's face, Tom burst out laughing and obeyed meekly. "I declare!" Chow chuckled. "One o' these days I'll have to force-feed you if you won't pay no mind to your own nourishment!" "Sorry, old-timer." Tom smiled. "Sometimes I do get a bit wrapped up, I guess."
The Texan's eyes rested sombrely upon the remnant of a rocking-horse, still hitched by bits of weather-hardened leather to a child's wheelbarrow whose broken wheel had once been the bottom of a wooden pail and he swore, softly.
The Texan's hands went up promptly, just as a bullet flattened itself against a rock behind him. It had been fired from the bank of the dry wash, some hundred and fifty yards away. "That's no fair! Both sides oughtn't to plug at me," he protested, grinning.
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