Trigger Fast (17 page)

Waco had the answer. It could end here — or with him riding the same trail as many another fast Texas boy.

He held out his hand to Clay Allison, reading Clay’s hope that he would follow Dusty Fog, reading the thought behind it, that Clay did not want Waco to become like him.

‘Thanks, Clay,’ Waco said.

He mounted the big paint stallion and rode after Dusty Fog.

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GET URREA!
by J. T. EDSON

On 27th March 1836, General Jose Urrea ordered the coldblooded killing of almost four hundred Texian prisoners of war . . .

When news of the massacre reached General Samuel Houston, commander of the newly formed Army of the Republic of Texas, he was placed on the horns of a dilemma. For political reasons, he couldn’t permit any official reprisals to be taken against Urrea, but he knew that something had to be done to stop the madman from striking again . . .

There was just one man who could help the General out of his predicament. To this man the General issued an unofficial order — an order which he knew would be practically impossible to carry out. That order was ‘GET URREA!’ The man in question was Captain Jackson Baines Hardin, and men said he was ‘a Il ole devil in a fight’.

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SACKETT’S LAND
by Louis L’Amour

My first realization, after an immediate stab of fear, was that the Indians wore no paint. There were stories enough in England about Indians painting for war.

‘Put your weapons out of sight,’ I said, ‘below the gunwhales. I think they are peaceful.’ The canoes slowed their pace, gliding down to us, and then a hand lifted, palm outward, and I recognized Potaka.

‘It is my friend,’ I explained.

Rufisco snorted, ‘No Indian is your friend,’ he said, ‘Keep your gun handy.’

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THE CALIFORNIOS
by Louis L’Amour

Somewhere, in the mountains of California, there was gold. And the only man who knew where to find that gold was a strange old Indian, known as Juan . . .

The Mulkerins were Irish — a fierce, proud and independent family. But through a run of bad luck they found themselves in the debt of Zeke Wooston — a hard, cruel man who was just waiting to take their ranch if they didn’t pay up. It looked as though the Mulkerins were going to have to fight Zeke’s gang and the Law — until Sean Mulkerin remembered the story of the gold . . .

If only they could find the gold, their troubles would be over but first they had to find Juan — and time was running out — fast . . .

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