C AT AND M OUSE
L ANCE WENT AROUND the bend at a dead run, drew up sharply and hit the ground. Winchester in hand, running all out. Flattening himself behind a hummock of sand and sagebrush, he peered through. He moved, trying to see better and a bullet kicked sand into his eyes. He slid back into the wash.
Spotted me, damn him!
He sprang to the saddle and circled farther, then again tried the bank. Now he could see the nest of rock from which the killer had first fired.
Nobody was in sight. Then he caught a flicker of movement higher on the hill.
The killer was stalking him!
Crouching low, Lance watched a gap in the rocks. When he caught a shadow there, only a blob of darkness from where he huddled, he fired.
It was only a snap shot, quick, offhand, and it clipped the boulder, ricocheting off into the fading light, whining wickedly.
Then it began, a deadly game of chess, with each man holding a rifle, each maneuvering for a killing shot.
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THE RIDER OF LOST CREEK
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Contents
CHAPTER 1
A LONE COWHAND riding a hard-pressed horse stepped down from the saddle and whipped the dust from his hat by a few stiff blows against his chaps. He stood for an instant looking up and down the street, crowded with buckboards, saddle horses and men. It was ten oclock in the morning but Dodge was a twenty-four-hour town with thirty thousand head of cattle held on the grass outside of town, and more coming in every day.
Pushing his way through the bat-wing doors, he crossed the almost empty room to the bar. Rye, he said, and glanced quickly around the room.
Only two men stood at the bar at this hour, a burly cattle-buyer and a drummer, the latter still only half awake and nursing a hangover from the night before.
Several other men played cards at the scattered tables, all within range of his voice.
Never wouldve believed it, the cowhand said, but theyre stringin wire on the plains of Texas!