Charles G. West
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Cade Hunter never had a place to call homeuntil veteran ranch hand Luke Tucker saw something worth trusting in him. Which is why Luke shares a secret with Cade. A secret of hidden gold. But when they try find the fortune, a cur from Lukes past murders him and leaves Cade for dead. Now Cade has something to live forrevenge.
forward in the saddle, he was holding on with both arms wrapped around the horse’s neck. The horse, with no direction from her master, walked up to the campfire and stopped. Cade got to his feet. “You all right?” “Cade?” Luke asked, not sure where he was. “I’m drunk as a cross-eyed hog.” “Damned if you ain’t,” Cade agreed. “Here, I’ll help you down. Let go.” “I can’t, Cade. Ever’ time I let go of her neck, the damn horse starts spinnin’ around.” Cade shook his head. “Well, she’s standin’
could tell,” Cade commented sarcastically. “You owe me for two bottles of whiskey on top of that fifty dollars,” Belle stated emphatically. “If you’da told me that man could drink that much whiskey and still damn near wear out the three of us, I’da charged you more.” “Our deal was for fifty dollars,” Lem Snider replied. “There wasn’t nothin’ said about no extra for whiskey.” He counted out the money, and she quickly took it from his hand. “So, what did you find out?” he pressed. “Two
freshening the fire in preparation for making some breakfast. He looked up in surprise when both of his partners came down the slope. He jerked his hand away just in time to keep from getting struck by Snider’s foot as Lem kicked dirt on his fresh flame. “What the hell’s wrong with you?” Dawson demanded. “We’re movin’,” Snider, ordered. “Let’s get saddled up.” “What was the shootin’?” Dawson wanted to know. Snider told him that he was pretty sure Tucker and his friend had just shot at some
answered, unimpressed. “Cade Hunter.” He stared at the beefy hand extended toward him for a long second before taking it. His grin growing wider by the second, Brady clamped down hard on Cade’s hand until Cade felt the bones rubbing together. “Cade Hunter, huh?” Brady snorted. “I think I’ll call you Tater, ’cause you look like a tater to me. Whaddaya think of that?” “I expect you’d best call me Cade,” he replied calmly, “and I think you’d best let my hand go.” “What’s the matter?” Brady
horse’s hooves on the gravel by the boulder. A moment later, leading the horse, Red Reynolds appeared at the edge, a dread look of anticipation etched across his face. “Cade?” he said. “Are you still alive?” “I think so,” Cade answered, “but I got a hole in me that ain’t supposed to be there.” The intense strain that had captured his entire body suddenly left him, and realizing that he was in fact alive, he at last relaxed. The sudden release of tension caused Red to think Cade was dead. In a