Day of the Wolf
Charles G. West
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When mysterious mountain man Wolf comes down to the Crow village to return one of its wounded, the Crow wonder whether he is man or spirit. Wanting no part in the rampant war in the western plains, Wolf is set on returning to his mountain refuge. But his journey home is interrupted by three desperate women who need his help.
What Wolf doesn’t realize about these women is that they aren’t what most people would call ladies. His innocent association with these prostitutes leads to a near-deadly fight that ends with a charge for attempted murder. Chased by the most experienced deputy the marshal service has, Wolf leads him to the Black Hills, where their final showdown can only end in blood.…
response. All he heard was the cocking of a carbine. Not sure she had heard him, he whistled again, this time a little louder, then a third time, even louder. Finally he heard Billie Jean say to Lorena, “That don’t sound like what he said was a birdcall.” Losing his patience, he blurted, “Dammit, Billie Jean, it’s me and I’m comin’ in!” “Oh,” she reacted, startled, when he suddenly appeared beside her elbow. “You scared me.” And she was reminded of the first time he had showed up to help them
wound. Realizing the cause of his patient’s hesitation, Hartsuff instructed impatiently, “Go ahead and take your arms down. I can’t look at your wound with your hands in the way.” Private McPherson nodded permission for Wolf to comply. “You two just sit down over at the table, and be careful with those rifles. You can see him over there and you’ve got plenty of time to shoot him if he runs for the door.” This last remark was delivered with an ample helping of impatience. McPherson and Ward did as
in a good while. Arlo was here for a day or two, till Ned Bull jumped him and dragged him off to Cheyenne. Did they lock him up?” “They killed him,” Mace replied, causing Clem and Boyd both to react with shock. “That marshal shot him down on the trail to Fort Laramie.” An immediate frown of anger took possession of Boyd’s face. Mace continued. “Me and Beau went after Ned Bull. He ain’t gonna be shootin’ nobody else.” Boyd glanced at the empty saddle on the buckskin. “Ain’t that a horse like
man’s slave. Even so, she had a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach when she heard Boyd and Skinner coming in the front door. Clem, on his way to the table with a full bottle of whiskey, turned when he heard them behind him. “Come on in, boys. We’ll have somethin’ for you to eat in a minute or two.” “Any luck?” Buck asked. “I reckon,” Skinner said. “Didn’t need none, though. Found tracks where a couple of horses came up out of a gully ’bout thirty or forty yards the other side of that path
for. Lorena Parker opened her door to the light tapping that came only moments before she planned to leave the room to work the tables in the saloon. “Well, I’ll be!” she exclaimed. “I figured that was Marvin knockin’ on my door, wantin’ me to get out there to help him sell more whiskey. I knew it wasn’t a customer this early. How in the hell are you, Wolf? I’m glad to see the Injuns ain’t caught up with you yet. You look mean as ever.” She finally paused then, long enough for him to respond.