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Excerpt: ...on the level road. A minute more and Westerfelt would
be a captive. He might get across the street unnoticed and hide
himself in the blacksmith's shop, but they would be sure to look
for him there. If he tried to go through the fields they would see
him and shoot him down like a rabbit. "Heer you are; which door,
back or front?" cried Washburn. "Front, quick I've got to run for
it I'm a good mind to stand and make a fight of it." "Oh no; hell,
no Mr. Westerfelt." Washburn slid the big door open and kicked the
horse in the stomach as he led him out. "Git up, quick They are at
the branch. Blast it, they heerd the door-they've broke into a
gallop " As Westerfelt put his foot into the stirrup he saw Harriet
Floyd glide out of sight into the blacksmith's shop. She had
determined not to desert him. As he sprang up, the girth snapped,
and the saddle and blanket fell under his feet. "God, they are on
us " gasped Washburn. One of the gang raised a shout, and they came
on with increased speed. "Up Up " cried Washburn, kicking the
saddle out of his way. "Quick What's the matter?" Westerfelt felt a
twinge in his old wound as he tried to mount. Washburn caught one
of his legs and lifted him on his horse. Westerfelt spurred the
horse furiously, but the animal plunged, stumbled, and came to his
knees-the bridle-rein had caught his foot. The foremost of the gang
was now within twenty yards of him. "Halt thar " he yelled.
Westerfelt drew his horse up and continued to lash him with his
bridle-rein. "Shoot his hoss, but don't tetch him " was the next
command. Several revolvers went off. Westerfelt's horse swayed at
the rump and then ran sideways across the street and fell against a
rail fence. Westerfelt alighted on his feet. He turned and drew his
revolver, but just then his horse rolled over against his legs and
knocked the weapon from his hand. It struck the belly of the horse
and bounded into the middle of the street. "Ha, we've got ye "
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Will N Harben
||246 x 189 x 3mm (L x W x T)
||Paperback - Trade
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