Blogathon 2006: Chapter 15.
written by Julie R. Neidlinger 0 comments link this post
"Never thought I'd catch a the rider of the Ruby Hills sleepin' like that. It was as easy as shootin' that Italian pasta-pushin' Sergio back in town. I'd hoped for more of a challenge."
Dove knew that voice; he knew that he was at Solitaire's ranch. There were pigs running all over the yard, even at this time of night. His aching ribs and back muscles kept his attention more than any desire to reply, even enough to let silence be the defender of the ruby hills charge.
"Take him down off that horse," Solitaire commanded the two masked figures standing behind him, their horses pulling at the reins to be let back into the corral with the other horses they knew. "Take him down, untie him, and send him on in."
It was good to be back on solid ground again, even if it was Solitaire's. But he was missing his third hand; the peacemaker was no where to be found. And the two figures disappeared as quickly as they had sneaked upon him out in the rocks of the trail.
It'd take a while to shake off the dust of not only the town but the entire memory. Perhaps he should've taken that left back at Dutchman's Flat. He'd be in much better shape by now, he was sure.
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Copyright (c) Julie R. Neidlinger 7/29/2006 04:01:00 PM
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