Lassiter Tough
“Sanlee had just missed a cast with his rope and was in an ugly mood. His broad, bearded face bore numerous scratches from tangling with a steer in a thicket.
“Deverax is back,” Krinkle said, cupping his hands to shout above the noise of yelling men and pounding cattle.
“Bolin with him?” Sanlee demanded.
“Ad’s alone,” Krinkle replied, his heavily freckled face tight with concern.
“If the son of a bitch wants his job back, tell him to try the moon.”
“Ad’s got somethin’ to tell you. It’s important..., he claims.”
“Where the hell’s he been all this time? Likely layin’ up in some congal with a chica.”
“He’s been in a hospital up at Wheeler City.”
“Hospital?”
“He’s shot bad, Brad.” Krinkle gestured at a wagon.
Sanlee scowled, wound his catch rope, then mounted up and rode over to where Deverax was lying in the bed of a ranch wagon.
“What the hell happened to you?” Sanlee asked the tall man who lay on straw in the wagon. Deverax was so thinned down that Sanlee hardly recognized him.MoreLess
“Deverax is back,” Krinkle said, cupping his hands to shout above the noise of yelling men and pounding cattle.
“Bolin with him?” Sanlee demanded.
“Ad’s alone,” Krinkle replied, his heavily freckled face tight with concern.
“If the son of a bitch wants his job back, tell him to try the moon.”
“Ad’s got somethin’ to tell you. It’s important..., he claims.”
“Where the hell’s he been all this time? Likely layin’ up in some congal with a chica.”
“He’s been in a hospital up at Wheeler City.”
“Hospital?”
“He’s shot bad, Brad.” Krinkle gestured at a wagon.
Sanlee scowled, wound his catch rope, then mounted up and rode over to where Deverax was lying in the bed of a ranch wagon.
“What the hell happened to you?” Sanlee asked the tall man who lay on straw in the wagon. Deverax was so thinned down that Sanlee hardly recognized him.MoreLess
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