lla.thelonelymen-第26节
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e was ahead for destination。
The bullet smashed against the pommel of my saddle； then ricocheted away with a nasty whine； and the heavy report of the rifle followed。 Slapping spurs to my horse； I started to run him as three Apaches broke from cover to my right。 They had waited in ambush； but my dip into the arroyo had fooled them and now they came running。
Turning in the saddle； I taken aim as best I might and fired 。。。 once； twice 。。。 three times。 I saw a horse stagger and go down； spilling head over heels in the sand。
Ahead of me three more Apaches had e from right out of the desert； it seemed。 I turned my mount a little away from them and raced on； holding my fire。 Behind me Spanish rode like a sack of grain in the saddle； his body lurching with every jump； yet somehow he remained upright。
They came at me； and suddenly I wheeled the black and charged into them； firing my Winchester with one hand as if it was a pistol。
The sudden switch surprised them and one of them turned so sharply his horse spilled into the sand。 Another was right ahead of my rifle barrel and not thirty feet away when I shot into his chest； dusting him on both sides。 He went down； and then we were through and riding for that butte。
Behind me there was a shot and something brushed at my shoulder； but we were off and away。 Sliding my Winchester into its scabbard； I drew a six…gun and fired； slowly and deliberately； trying for a score。 The first shot missed； so did the second。 Then an Apache elected to swing his horse around a small cedar just as I thumbed back the hammer。 He was broadside to me and I let go； heard the slam of the shot； and saw the Apache lurch in the saddle； then swing off to one side； barely clinging to his horse。
Suddenly； from ahead there was the hard bark of a rifle； and glancing back； I saw another Indian falling。 I raced forward； scarcely daring to believe it could be help； but the Apaches； wily fighters always； were swinging away。 And Spanish was still riding behind me。
The desert fell away in a long slope ahead of us； and on the rim stood John J。 Battles； dusty； bloody； his hat gone； his shirt torn。 He got up from the ground as we approached and swung into the saddle 。。。 and he had the pack horse。
〃She found me；〃 he said。 〃Came trailing along the desert； part of her pack gone； the rest hanging under her belly。〃
〃Did you see anything of the youngsters？〃 I asked。
〃No； not a sign。〃 He looked back at Spanish。 〃He hurt bad？〃
〃I haven't had time to look。 I think so。〃
We pushed on； praying for the night to hurry； and finally it came。 Our horses slowed to a walk； and Battles and me； we swung down to save them as much as we might。
〃How far d'you think to the border？〃 Battles asked。 〃Maybe sixty miles；〃 I said。 〃Might be less。〃 He stopped to work his toes around in his boots。 I knew the signs； for I was doing the same thing。 We were； both almighty tired。 I figured I was stronger than him； and I'd been running on nerve。 I seemed to have been hot； tired； and sore as long as I could remember。 My muscles ached； my eyes hurt from the glare； and felt all the time as if they had sand in them。 I was wanting to stop with every step； and I knew the horses didn't feel any better。
But we kept on； because neither of us was smart enough to quit。 Finally Battles stumbled and went to his knees； and he was slow getting up。
〃You better get on your horse and ride for it；〃 he said。 〃Ride that horse to death if need be； but get to safety。 We just ain't a…going to make it like this。〃
I didn't answer； but kept on going。 Every time I put one foot ahead of the other I figured I'd gained just that much。 Then when I had stumbled a couple of times myself； I realized the black horse was tugging at the bridle。 He wanted to go off to the east。
〃Mount up； John J。；〃 I said。 〃Maybe we've found something； but you hold ready to shoot； because we may find trouble。〃 I was so dry I had to try twice before I could make the words e。
Once in the saddle； I just let the black have his head； and that horse started off at a good clip； considering the shape he was in。 And the others came on behind； Spanish Murphy still a…setting up there like a preacher pronouncing sentence on Satan； his head bowed but his shoulders hunched as if he figured maybe Satan was aiming to get in one more blow。
It wasn't long before we felt a coolness； and the horses lurched down into an arroyo and all of a sudden we came up to a small fire where there were four or five Apaches gathered around； eating a fresh…killed horse。
No telling who was the most surprised； but Battles got off the first shot and he drilled one of those Injuns with meat in his teeth； and the rest of them fell away into the shadows like so many ghosts。 I slammed spurs to my black and jumped him across the fire in time to see one Apache snaking into the brush； and I cut down on him。 Something slammed alongside my head and I felt myself hit ground； bounce； and fall free； losing a boot in the stirrup。
I rolled over； my Winchester gone in the brush； and I clawed for a six…shooter。 And then I froze right where I lay； because an Apache was standing astride of me and he had the razor edge of his blade right across my throat。 He was looking me right in the eyes； and I could see the firelight on his scarred face； and we knew one another at the first glance。 It was Kahtenny； the Indian I hadn't been willing to kill； way back there in my fight with the Apaches。
〃You better hold back on that edge；〃 I said。 〃You're liable to cut somebody。〃
Chapter 16
He still stood astride of me； that knife edge against my throat； and he never moved it one mite。 He kept looking right into my eyes and I looked right back at him； and I knew all he had to do was make one quick slash to end my days。
Then easylike； to give no false notions； I lifted my hand to his wrist and pushed the blade away； very gently。
〃That's a good knife。 Got quite an edge to it；〃 I said。
〃You are brave man。 You are warrior。〃
〃We are warriors together；〃 I said。 〃It is enough for you and for me that we know each other。〃
The other Apaches were filtering back out of the darkness； and their black eyes were reaching to me in anticipation； I expect； for the torture of a strong prisoner was a pleasure not to be missed。
Right off I recognized Toclani among them。 He had served in the army under Emmet Crawford as one of his pany of Apache scouts。 Toclani and me； we had ridden together； shared our grub； and fought side by side against other Apaches。 Now I had no idea whether that would help me any at all； for Toclani might have returned to the wild ones； the broncho Apaches who fought whoever stood in their way。
They had me dead to rights。 What lay ahead I knew full well； as any man along the border would know； but what worried me now was what had bee of Spanish and Battles。 Had they got clean away？ Spanish was more dead than alive； anyway； and Battles was neither as good as Spanish or me when it came to desert travel。
Nobody had made a move to tie me； but they had taken my knife and my guns； and there was not much of a chance to run for it。 Moreover； I was in mighty bad shape。 I needed a drink； and my stomach was growling at the smell of the meat on the fire。
We had accounted for a couple of the Apaches； but there'd been at least a dozen out under the brush before the shooting started； and now they came up to the fire； and kindled another one close by。
I could see my Winchester lying over yonder beside my Colt； but they were thirty feet away and I'd have no chance to go after them。 Kahtenny was off to one side； beyond the fire； and he was talking to the others； but I couldn't make out a thing they were saying。 All I could gather was that some kind of an argument was going on； and I had an idea it concerned my hide。
While the Apaches ate； at least three of them kept a watch on me all the time； but seeing I wasn't going anywhere anyway； I stretched out and； using my hat for a pillow； I went to sleep。
When I woke up it was maybe two hours later and the fire was down。 Most of the Apaches lay around sleeping； and I still wasn't tied； which made no sense at all unless they figured on having some fun when I made a break for it。
Thirst was about to strangle me and the waterhole was right beyond the edge of camp； so I got up； making no special try at keeping quiet； and I walked over to the waterhole； lay down and drank。 Then I went back and stretched out again。
I knew as well as anything that at least four or five pairs of eyes had been on me all the while； and had I jumped for a gun or a horse they'd have had me。 So I just stretched out quiet； feeling a whole lot better for the drink。
Presently Kahtenny got up and walked over to me and sat down。 He rolled himself a smoke as easy as any cowpoke you ever did see； and he sat there smoking until half of it was gone before he spoke。 〃Somebody want to kill you。〃
〃Me？〃 I chuckled。 〃Maybe a lot of folks。〃 I sized him up as having something puzzling on his mind。 〃You mean your boys？〃
〃Other man。 White man。〃
〃A white man wants me dead？ What makes you think so？〃
〃He have my squaw。 He say； you dead he give her to me。 I bring your body； he gives squaw。〃
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